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Opposites Attract
Inspired by this poll by @animentality
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#jatp gifs#my gifs#peterpatter#ruke#willex#ralex#lukebobby#juke#julynn#juliecarrie#nickcarrie#julie molina#luke patterson#reggie peters#alex mercer#willie jatp#carrie wilson#flynn taylor#nick jatp#nick danforth evans#bobby shaw
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do you love the color of the sky jatp ships?
which one?
#jatpedit#julie and the phantoms#jatp#userrobin#usermadita#usercim#useralison#userabs#tuserella#tuservaleria#tuserjen#tusermlee#usershreyu#thingschanged#willex#juke#flarrie#boggie#julynn#peterpatter#lalex#carrick#julrrie#lukebobby#ralex#nickjulie#wiggie#why do i keep doing gifsets that need a million tags lmao#also first time using the beta editor for more than ten images it seems to work alright but lmk if it doesn't
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Chapter 4! The Crash
all the things we didn't
by @where-you-go and @bananakarenina
Chapter 4 summary:
Luke tries to tell Bobby about fireworks, but Bobby's not buying it.
At The Orpheum, Luke tries to show him.
Things get...explosive.
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Chapters: 1/9
Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Nick, Luke Patterson/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Nick/Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Nick/Luke Patterson, Julie Molina & Nick, Alex Mercer & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters, Julie Molina/Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson, Willie & Julie Molina & Carrie Wilson & Flynn Taylor & Nick
Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Chad Danforth, Ryan Evans, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson's Parents, Carrie Wilson, Flynn Taylor, Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Original Characters, Emily Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Mitch Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms)
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, fibromyalgia, Medical Trauma, Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Happy Ending but they gotta fucking work for it, Willie Uses He/Him and They/Them Pronouns (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor Uses She/Her and They/Them Pronouns, Pining, Questionable Choices both Legal and Otherwise, Luke Patterson Has Character Development, Alive Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Sunset Curve (Julie and The Phantoms), Minor Willie/Alex Mercer, Bobby Shaw and Carrie Wilson are Cousins
Summary:
Two and a half songs later, the door attached to the house swings open, and Bobby finally appears at the top of the small flight of stairs. He’s got his guitar, and he says, “Sorry, guys,” the second Luke signals for Alex and Reggie to stop, but there’s definitely something off about him. The years-old bags under his eyes that he tells fans are eyeliner stains are even more pronounced than usual. He’s still in his pajamas, a housecoat and slippers thrown on like he’s eighty. He moves slowly down the stairs and slings his guitar strap over his head with a wince. Luke’s skin crawls with worry.
But instead of expressing concern like a good friend, or even like a normal human, Luke says, “Where the hell were you?” and it comes out harsher than he meant it to.
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Welcome to my fic for @julieandthephantomsbb! Thank you to my amazing artist @sunset-bobby and my beta @oldsmobile-hotdogs!
Taglist: @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#fanfiction#jatp fanfiction#jatp big bang 2022#nick danforth-evans#bobby shaw#luke patterson#nickbobbyluke#lukebobby#bobbynick#nickluke#julie molina#carrie wilson#flynn taylor#juliecarrieflynn#triple threat#willie nolastname#alex mercer#minor willex#reggie peters#sunset curve
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do you ever think about the parallels between luke&bobby and julie&carrie and have to take a minute?
because back in the 90s you had luke who lived and breathed his music - it was his survival, his emotional outlet, his whole entire heart and soul, completely inseparable from who he was - and bobby knew that. he was luke’s best friend and bandmate so he knew that, saw the tears in luke’s eyes when they played ‘unsaid emily’ together and heard the pained determination when he swore he’d never go back home to parents that wanted to take his music, his survival, away from him, no matter how much it hurt. and then luke died. he died and bobby barely waited for luke to be put to rest before he released that music to the world as his own, no mention of luke’s name. to luke, it must have felt like bobby dug up his grave and stole his very soul straight out of his body, then callously built an empire on top of it. a discovery like that was always going to hurt, was always going to send luke into a tailspin, but knowing that this betrayal came from bobby? no wonder he was angry enough to get mixed up with a soul-stealing devil. because this was his best friend that knew how important music was to luke and he still carved it from his cold, dead heart with careless hands.
when they haunt trevor’s mansion, luke makes a lot of sweeping statements about anger and revenge and teaching bobby a lesson, but down at the very bottom of it is a single heartbroken plea: how could you do this to me?
how could you do this when you knew me?
and then twenty-five years later you have julie whose identity is tied to music just as strongly as luke’s is, an all-encompassing love planted in her soul at birth and then grown and nurtured by her mother into something strong, something joyful, something that makes her who she is. it’s a cord that connects julie to rose, intertwines them until they’re almost indifferentiable. and just like her father before her, carrie knows this about her best friend, has seen them play together, watched them write, maybe even added her own two cents on occasion. but then something happens and best friends turn into enemies, quickly followed by julie losing rose too, that precious cord getting severed into pieces. now all of a sudden julie doesn’t have her mom or her music, doesn’t feel like she can have one without the other, and even though most people are compassionate and try their best to be patient with her, there’s one person who refuses to be anything but cruel: carrie. carrie, her ex-best friend who knows better than anyone how lost julie must feel, how she must be walking around with a hole in her soul and an ache in her heart that’s never going to go away, not completely.
and with every heartless dig and taunting sneer about how pathetic julie is, how weak she is for not wading through the flood of agony to the dry land on the other side, julie must be thinking: how can you do this to me?
how can you do this when you know me?
for both luke and julie there’s an undercurrent of: i trusted you. i believed in you. i loved you.
how could you do this?
#julie molina#luke patterson#carrie wilson#bobby shaw#trevor wilson#jatp#lukebobby#juliecarrie#juke#jukebox#jatp meta#obvs we don't know all of bobby's reasons or what went down btwn julie and carrie but man. do you ever think about that?#THE TWO PEOPLE THAT /KNOW/ THEM...THE ONES THEY SHOULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO TRUST...ARE THE ONES THAT HURT THEM THE MOST#and neither of them seem to care#carrie even seems to delight in it#only someone who knows you well can ever fully destroy you because they know exactly where to hit to make it hurt the most
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Autumn prompt! 14 for your most self-indulgent rare-pair. =D
ty for this!! your prompts are fantastic and i had a lot of fun working on this one. i went with luke/bobby because i love them very much but also i don’t think i’ve written them before? which had to be fixed immediately, of course. enjoy!
14. Every time I come home there are more tiny pumpkins everywhere and it’s driving me insane
There’s a pumpkin on the counter.
Luke stares at it for several long seconds. Then, when he’s reasonably sure he’s not imagining it, he pokes it. The pumpkin wobbles a little bit. He jumps back as if it shocked him.
Thing is, this isn’t the first time it’s happened. It’s not even the first time this week. Somehow, over the course of the past month, Luke’s apartment has become home to at least a dozen tiny little pumpkins in varying shapes and colours. Luke is fairly sure he’s not bringing them home and he doubts his goldfish is responsible for it, which means that someone has been breaking into his place just to leave them behind, and the fact that he doesn’t know who it is is driving him insane.
It’s not that he doesn’t like the pumpkins. They’re kind of cute, actually, and they have a habit of showing up only when he’s having a bad day. The sight of a new one always cheers him up, even if he does think the fact that he doesn’t know how they get there is a little creepy.
Luke pokes the latest addition again. It’s bright orange and small enough to fit into the palm of his hand. This time, it wobbles enough to turn around, showing the smiley face carved into one side.
Luke grins and picks the pumpkin up, inspecting it closely. He forgets all about his shitty work day as he lets his fingers slide over the neatly carved ridges.
Whoever is leaving these pumpkins behind definitely knows how to cheer him up. He just wishes he knew who it was.
Suddenly, a loud noise comes from Luke’s bathroom, followed by a muffled curse. Luke nearly drops his pumpkin. It only takes him a moment to recover, reach for a spatula, and turn towards the bathroom.
Spatula raised and pumpkin cradled close to his chest, he advances on the bathroom. The door is opened slightly, but he can’t make out who is in there. Either he has a burglar in his house, or his benevolent pumpkin bringer is behind that door.
“Who’s in there?” He asks once he’s a few feet away. For a few seconds, everything is silent. Then, he hears a sigh and sees the door swing open.
“No way.” Luke stares at the intruder. He slowly lowers his spatula. “It’s you?”
Bobby smiles weakly, waving with his free hand. The other is clutching a shower curtain with pumpkins printed all over it. The curtain is partially attached to the rod in Luke’s bathroom. Clearly, he caught Bobby in the middle of hanging it up.
“Surprise,” Bobby says, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh, I didn’t plan on being here when you got home. Guess it took me longer than expected to figure this out.”
“You made this?” Luke asks, holding up the tiny pumpkin.
Bobby nods.
“And the ones on my kitchen table, were they from you as well?”
Bobby nods again.
“And the green one on my nightstand, and the super tiny one in the pocket of my jacket?”
Bobby nods.
“And the one in your living room, and on those bookshelves - which you need to clean, by the way, they’re super dusty - and the one in your shoe.”
They both wince. Luke hadn’t found that one quickly enough and ended up with mashed pumpkin all over his foot.
“Why?” Luke asks, after cycling through a billion questions in his mind. This one feels like it covers everything he wants to know.
Bobby shrugs. He’s still holding the shower curtain.
“I don’t know, I just thought they might cheer you up a little. I know you’ve been having a rough few weeks, so I borrowed Alex’s key and brought you these. Reggie texted me earlier to say you were having a bad day. I just wanted to drop these off and get out. You weren’t supposed to see me.”
Luke slowly places the spatula in the bathroom sink. He doesn’t need to ask why Bobby didn’t want him to figure this out. Bobby has always been a giant softy on the inside, but he hides it behind a tough layer of swagger and sarcasm. The only reason Luke noticed it at all is that he’s been halfway in love with Bobby for months now and has dedicated way more time than he should’ve to the study of Bobby Shaw.
The point is that Bobby never lets anyone know how much he cares, and he’d never take the credit for singlehandedly brightening Luke’s entire month. Not unless Luke makes him. Not unless Luke’s intuition about why Bobby went to such extremes is right.
“I’m glad I did,” Luke says softly. “See you, that is.”
The pumpkin joins the spatula in the sink. Luke gently pries the shower curtain from Bobby’s fingers. It falls to the ground, held up by one single point.
“And I’m really happy with the pumpkins,” he adds. “They definitely cheered me up.”
“Good,” Bobby breathes out. He raises a hand and cups Luke’s cheek. Luke tangles his fingers together with Bobby’s other hand, tugging him closer. Looks like his intuition was definitely right.
“Luke, I-”
Luke doesn’t let him finish, cutting him off with a kiss. He has a feeling he knows what Bobby wants to say, anyway.
Bobby tastes like the pumpkin cookies he left in Luke’s fridge. Later, once the shower curtain is hung up properly, they’ll curl up on Luke’s couch and eat them together. They’ll plan a date to go to the pumpkin patch Bobby has been frequenting.
For now, though, they kiss and hold on to each other, the pumpkin in the bathroom sink long forgotten.
send me some autumn prompts!
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*chinhands* Tell me about girldad!Bobby plz
GIRLDAD!BOBBY MY BELOVED 😭😭😭
ok so basically, it starts with Bobby leaving the band. he and Luke have been fighting for weeks because they were kinda sorta together but then this girl showed up out of nowhere saying she's pregnant with Bobby's kid. Luke thinks it's bullshit, but Bobby remembers her and the timeline checks out (he and Luke weren't official, they hadn't even kissed yet) and so his priorities have changed.
he can't be That Guy, he refuses to let his kid grow up without a dad. and as much as it breaks his heart, he calls it off with Luke in an effort to make it work with the girl. obviously, Luke doesn't take it well.
it's eating the band alive, and Bobby figures it's best for everyone that he quits the band and leaves them all alone, because clearly that's what Luke wants.
(spoiler: it's not, they're just terrible and dumb and refuse to talk about what they're really feeling)
CUT TO FIVE YEARS LATER......
Bobby's alone. well, not entirely alone. his little girl, Carrie, is the light of his fucking life. but otherwise, he's alone.
and the band? well, they got a new singer and they blew up. and the worst part is, Carrie fucking loves them.
as much as it hurts, Bobby can't deny her anything that makes her happy. he bends over backwards to make sure she has everything she needs, even if it means he has to go without. but he's used to it by now. it's been like this ever since Carrie was born.
and he figures that he'll get by just fine, Carrie will eventually grow out of her obsession with Julie Molina and he won't have to grit his teeth every time he sees Luke splashed across a shitty tabloid.
but then he runs into Alex and Reggie at the grocery store, and his entire life falls apart.
#about my fic#single dad au#lukebobby#bobby x luke#julie and the phantoms#jatp fic#answered#innytoes
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The colors of the ambulance lights blur together with Bobby's tears as the sound of the sirens falls into the background.
“You can’t leave me like this! Wake the fuck up! Wake up, damn it!”
The only thing Bobby can focus on is Luke.
It was never supposed to be like this. Bobby was never supposed to be here, in a dark, dingy alley, fighting to burst out of the arms of a probably well-meaning police officer as three paramedics worked frantically over the body of the boy he loved.
or: Bobby reminiscing about his and Luke’s relationship throughout different moments in their lives.
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#jatp fanfiction#jatp fanfic#luke patterson#bobby shaw#lukebobby#lobby#shelly's fics
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Hello fellow Bobby enjoyers, I was compelled to make a playlist. With plenty of angst naturally cause boy got trauma. :T
#Bobby Shaw#Trevor Wilson#JATP Bobby#JATP#julie and the phantoms#Also I realized while making this I very much like the idea of past#lukebobby
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this is entirely (again) @narcissusbrokenmirror's fault...
but we might wind up with lukebobby in the Bex verse... because of course he suggested that Bobby winds up being Bex's babysitter and my brain went "oh shit lukebobby!"
but now... I do not actually exist in a polyam community and need to know if there are any level of weird meta dynamics that would make bobby and luke being together odd? I can obviously make bobby and carrie NOT related but that always feels strange. Luke and Carrie are NOT TOGETHER. but they are metas.
as of now, bobby wouldn't be with anyone else.
That probably makes no sense so to (maybe?) simplify, a ship map:
Can anyone help? I *think* it would be ok? But I'm also not 100% committed to bringing Bobby into this verse yet.
feels weird sharing this map publicly for the first time but... ah well
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#24 screams luke patterson, maybe lukebobby?
"So I was thinking..." came the voice out of the darkness. Bobby groaned, turning on his side to blearily squint at the alarm clock. 3:56 AM, perfect.
"Well, stop," he said.
Luke, of course, did not stop. "After we finish this tour, we should do another album with some acoustic on it as well, you know, as Grammy bait, and then..."
"Luke, we only just had our first stop, for the love of god." Next time, he was bunking with Alex. He didn't care if he was dating Luke, him and Reggie could just keep each other up while Bobby and Alex slept peacefully through the night.
"Yeah well you gotta plan, right? So anyway after we win the Grammy..."
"The only reason I haven't smothered you with a pillow yet is because then we'd be stuck doing Reggie's songs and I can't live my life as a country artist," he told Luke lovingly, turning around to curl on his side. Of course, Luke seemed wide awake, his eyes big.
"Rude," Luke said, pouting.
"If I kiss you, will you go to sleep?"
"But what about my plan?"Luke asked.
Bobby sighed. Then, he decided that fuck it. Clearly telling Luke to stop was not going to work. Time for Plan B. "Isn't it better to save it for tomorrow on the bus, so Reggie and Alex can hear it too?" he asked. That was as reasonable as he could sound at nearly four in the morning. If this didn't work, he was going back to the pillow plan. He could probably pull off a cowboy hat.
"Oh," Luke said. "You're so right!" He leaned forward, smacking a kiss to Bobby's lips before practically tackling him so he was on his back again, Luke wrapped around him. "Night."
Bobby sighed. At least he hadn't had to resort to violence. "Goodnight, Luke."
#julie and the phantoms#bobbyxluke#fanfic#meanwhile in the other room Reggie is keeping Alex awake with like: would you still love me if I was a worm?#so yeah after a few stops they both totally revolt and put Luke and Reggie in a room together#AUs are awesome
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“Here’s your mediation” from the “I love you” prompt list, for lukebobby!!
This concept was inspired by @where-you-go's wonderful drunk on you (and sumatriptan), which you should definitely read if you haven't!
Luke sets his guitar down as soon as Bobby's head hits the armrest.
For all the shit everyone likes to give him—some of which is good-natured or otherwise deserved—about how much he focuses on music, he is capable of noticing other things. And Luke has understood Bobby for far longer than the chords he's been fiddling with.
Anyone else would look bored, sprawled out on the couch like that with a blank expression, but Bobby’s basically screaming. Not even a twitch when Luke stops playing? No sarcastic quip or a wry, reluctant little smile? Eyes like shrouds, flat and lifeless and deceptively lovely?
…
Shrouds shouldn't be beautiful, okay? Shut up. Neither should Bobby's eyes when he feels like death. Seriously.
The point is, Bobby's in pain.
He tries to ride it out too much, like he has to be tough. Self-reliant. As if he doesn't turn into the biggest mother hen whenever Luke or Alex or Reggie feel like shit.
Luke creeps out of the studio and makes a beeline for the bathroom, hunting for the orange bottle of little white pills with SUMATRIPTAN printly clearly on the label. If he’d asked, Bobby would have told him to go home, even though he’d be in his room if he really wanted to be alone. This way, they won’t waste time arguing, and Bobby will feel better sooner.
He palms the bottle and stops in the kitchen to grab a water from the fridge, waving to Lola. She nods in understanding, mouthing a thank you, and goes back to chopping celery.
Luke snickers when he reenters the studio. Bobby’s barely moved, but he’s got a pair of red, heart-shaped sunglasses jammed onto his face. Luke is pretty sure that they’re Reggie’s, probably ones that he’d lost in the couch. Bobby flips him off, and Luke clicks his tongue.
“How charming.”
“That’s what your mom tells me.”
That one stings because it’s true. Luke’s mom fucking loves Bobby.
At least he’s still capable of making quips.
Maybe it’s a mild migraine?
Luke perches on the edge of the couch. “Here’s your medication.”
Bobby starts to heave himself up, only to sag against Luke when he loops his arm around him. The one “good” thing about Bobby’s migraines is that he stops being so awkward about physical contact. He mumbles against Luke’s collarbone. It sounds suspiciously like you’re a lifesaver.
He takes the medicine and doesn’t protest when Luke coaxes him into a comfier cuddling position, burrowing against Luke’s chest. Luke gently removes the sunglasses and threads his fingers through Bobby’s hair, humming a heartfelt melody. Bobby’s eyes flutter shut.
“‘S’at the song you were working on?”
Luke bites down on a grin. “Yeah. You like it?”
“When you hum it. Ask me about the guitar part when the sun’s not exploding behind my eyes.”
A quiet laugh spills from Luke’s lips. As his muse drifts off to sleep, he whispers, “Don’t worry. I will.”
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Chapter 4! The Crash
all the things we didn't
by @where-you-go and @bananakarenina
Chapter 4 summary:
Luke tries to tell Bobby about fireworks, but Bobby's not buying it.
At The Orpheum, Luke tries to show him.
Things get...explosive.
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flynn + soft pajamas
Here you go, love!
this takes place in the same universe as @joyandthephantoms's if love's elastic, then were we born to test its reach? which you should all go read cause it's fantastic. But gist is Modern AU, Everybody Lives, Luke/Bobby and other ships that aren't relevant for this fic. This takes place a couple years after CJ's fic, once Luke and Bobby have moved in together. Hope you all enjoy!
Send me girl prompts (I only need 5 more for the month)!
“Oh,” Flynn says, surprised, when the door swings open. “I thought you were at work.”
Bobby looks her up and down— at her flannel pajamas and sleeping bag tucked under one arm, the mutilated head of a twenty-year-old teddy bear sticking out of one end. He blinks and looks abruptly exhausted, like he doesn’t know what he did to deserve being disturbed by her everything first thing in the morning. Even though it’s four o’clock in the afternoon.
“Shift starts at six,” he says, voice all crackly like he really did just wake up. “Are you… Did we have band stuff I forgot about?”
“Oh, no,” Flynn assures him. “I’m actually here for—”
“She’s here for me, babe!” Luke appears in the doorway, tossing an arm around Bobby’s shoulders. He’s wearing plaid pants and hippopotamus slippers, shirtless so his top surgery scars are on proud display. “Sup, Flynn.”
“Sup.”
Bobby still looks painfully confused, so Flynn throws him a bone. “Your boyfriend invited me over for a slumber party. We’re gonna hate-watch Fifty Shades of Grey.”
“Hey, I never agreed to that,” Luke protests, tugging Bobby out of the doorway so Flynn can come in. “I still say we should hate-watch the 2010 Percy Jackson movies, they’re much more fun to yell at.” He shuts the door, then kisses Bobby on the cheek and pushes him down the hall toward the bedroom. “Go get ready for work, sweets. You’ll catch up.”
“I just didn’t know you guys were friends,” Bobby grumbles, but he obediently heads for the back of the apartment.
“He’s still waking up,” Luke apologizes. “Graveyard shift’s been kicking his ass.”
Flynn winces sympathetically. “I can imagine. When do you guys even have time to see each other?”
Luke shrugs. “We make do.” He starts toward the kitchen, calls over his shoulder, “Popcorn? Soda?”
“Yes and yes,” Flynn pleads as she follows him. “Thanks for having me over, by the way.”
“Sure, man!” Luke pulls two Dr. Peppers out of the fridge and hands her one. “Thanks for coming. I figure if you and me are gonna keep having deep conversations in parking lots, we should probably hang out more outside of band practice.”
“Totally,” Flynn agrees. “And what better way to get to know each other outside of crisis mode than by watching terrible movies in soft pajamas together?”
“Exactly.”
Luke fist-bumps her, and Flynn can’t help but grin. She forgets, sometimes, in the craziness that is her life, how much she really likes Luke. Tonight’s gonna be fun.
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Taglist:@whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#jatp fanfiction#fanfiction#flynn taylor#luke patterson#bobby shaw#lukebobby#lobby#trans luke#trans luke patterson
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“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” for lukebobby 👀
Hello, I have finally done something with this. I can't really write those two romantically to save my life, so... sorry about that. Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3
Luke swore he wasn’t angry. He’d been angry before of course, with that kind of burning hatred that came with having your life’s work stolen by someone you trusted, but he wasn’t mad anymore. Sad? Yes. Disappointed? Obviously. But not angry. Not anymore.
It had taken time, but Luke had come around to what Bobby - Trevor - had done. Alex, ever in need of answers and explanations, had been the one to do some actual research. He’d discovered that Trevor had signed with his label, using Luke’s songs, just after his daughter was born. Upon questioning, Julie had admitted that some of Trevor’s stories about before he signed indicated a pretty low income. While they hadn’t gotten a proper explanation from their former friend, it was pretty clear that Bobby had done it to take care of Carrie.
Even though Luke hadn’t wanted to listen when Alex first started digging stuff up, he couldn’t really fault Bobby for wanting to take care of his baby girl. So, once he managed to convince his bandmates that he wouldn’t destroy anything, he’d started taking a closer look at Trevor’s house.
The more time he spent in that big house above the Malibu beach, the more he’d realized it wasn’t really a home. It reminded him a bit of how Alex’s house had been in the last couple of years before they died: clearly a residence, but not somewhere that held the safety and comfort of a proper home. But Trevor’s mansion was huge. The rockstar and his daughter both seemed to be swallowed up by all the space.
So really, Luke wasn’t angry anymore. He was just sad for the person Bobby had become, for the choices he’d made, for how alone it had left him.
Sometimes, on quiet days when Luke needed to get away, he’d poof up to Bobby’s house, try to fill in some of the empty space with his insubstantial presence while he scrawled lyrics or notes into his notebook. It wasn’t like Trevor or Carrie could see him, so it didn’t really matter, but it made him feel a little less useless when his mind got stuck on nothing and refused to work right.
On one day in particular, Luke was lying on the couch, using one of Trevor’s fancy ballpoint pens to scrawl random lines all over a torn piece of stationary. His brain had entirely rejected his notebook, but liked this paper for some reason, so he was just trying to empty out his mind so he could use it again.
He glanced up for a moment when Trevor entered the room, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on a bar stool in the kitchen, but returned to his paper. The man, looking exhausted, made himself some tea in the kitchen while Luke, still invisible, continued to throw random words onto the page. Once the tea was made, the rockstar surprised Luke by coming over to him, setting the mug down carefully on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch with a sigh. Luke pulled his legs into his chest quickly, knowing that Trevor couldn’t really sit on them but also having no desire to have his legs going through his old friend. In shifting, he dropped the paper in his hand, the ripped edges making it spin a bit as it fluttered to the floor.
Luke reached for it, but Trevor beat him to it, leaning over and scooping it up. Luke froze as the man inspected the paper, reading the mixed-up lines in Luke’s awful handwriting.
“Luke?” Trevor asked aloud, startling the guitarist all over again. “You here?”
Luke sat up on his knees, whispering, “Bobby? Can you see me?” The rockstar didn’t react to his words, just looking slowly between the paper and the area around him. Luke waved a hand in front of his face. Trevor still didn’t react.
“I don’t know if you’re still here or not, but…” Trevor murmured, laying the paper on the coffee table beside his tea. “I’m glad you felt okay enough to write here. You probably don’t like me much anymore. But I’m glad you can write here, even if you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you,” Luke tried to assure him quickly, then remembered he couldn’t hear him.
He bit his lip, glancing down at the pen still in his hand, then back at his old friend. Making a split-second decision, he grabbed the paper and flipped it over. Trevor started at the motion, clearly not having expected any kind of response, but didn’t speak as Luke started writing.
I don’t hate you, Luke wrote out carefully, repeating his words from before. He laid the page on the couch between them and watched as Trevor read it.
“That’s a relief,” Trevor chuckled sadly. “You’d have every right to. Even if you guys hadn’t come back somehow, using your music was still a pretty jerk move.”
Yeah it was, Luke wrote, not bothering to hide it. It was for Carrie though, wasn’t it. It wasn’t a question. He’d seen the two of them together. She was the most important thing to Trevor now.
“Yeah,” Trevor sighed. “Still a jerk move, but… she’s my baby girl, and she deserves the world. I couldn’t let her get stuck in the lousy life I had after you guys died.”
Luke nodded slowly. He still wasn’t sure he forgave Trevor, but he understood. Being a parent seemed to take priority over basically everything else, at least for most people. While his parents hadn’t really gotten him when he was alive, he could see the love in their actions.
Just tell me something, Luke scribbled finally. Was it worth it?
Trevor read the words silently, then reached forward to pick up his mug, a chipped, navy blue thing with the words ‘Best Grandma Ever’ on it. He took a long sip, seeming to consider his answer.
“For Carrie, yes,” the rockstar said after a long moment. “Knowing that she has the resources to do whatever she wants to, that she doesn’t have to worry about where her lunch money will come from, that’s worth it.”
Luke didn’t write anything, just twisted the pen through his hands as he watched his old friend.
“I wish there was another way I could have given her that of course,” Trevor continued, “and I know there are parts of this lifestyle that aren’t healthy for her, but… at least I can protect her from how my old life was. Even though I hate that I took those songs from you, I’d say that makes it worth it, to me at least.”
Luke wasn’t sure what he’d wanted Trevor to say, but… he thought he could live (sort of) with that. Bobby had always put caring for other people above himself. It made sense that he’d do the same for his daughter. He wrote a little smiley face at the bottom of the page, then poofed home. He didn’t… He wasn’t sure how to stay in that moment.
When he appeared in the garage, he found Julie and Reggie on the couch, looking at something on her laptop, while Alex stretched on the floor by their feet. They all looked up and grinned when he poofed in, and he smiled back. He dropped onto the couch on Julie’s other side, laying his head on her shoulder. He may not like what Bobby did, but this was his family now. And he understood wanting to protect your family. So no, whatever else he might feel about it, Luke wasn’t angry anymore.
#and there we have it#I don't really know what to say for myself on this one#it just was all I could come up with#so it's here#I do kinda love that mug of Trevor's though...#Carrie definitely got it for him when she was really young#and he refuses to get rid of it even though it's chipped and she rolls her eyes every time she sees it#because he is indeed#the world's best grandma#julie and the phantoms#jatp fanfic#jatp#luke patterson#bobby shaw#trevor wilson#legolas ask#legolas tag#filled prompt
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Ooh ooh dancing book scars!
ooh you know these ones! just not by those names
"built my life around sound to keep you dancing" is my working title for ghostgirls/the au where Julie only summons Reggie, Flynn gets Alex and Carrie gets Luke
Clearly, someone is messing with her, looking for a hysterical overreaction, trying to orchestrate a story about how they played a harmless prank on Carrie Wilson and she flipped out and called the cops on them, can you believe it?
“You know what? I changed my mind,” she says, making sure to coat every sharp edge in her voice with syrup. “Make yourself at home, I don’t care.”
Luke goes wide-eyed, nearly trips over his feet as he protests, “Dude, I told you, I need to find my bandmates, I need help. Can you at least tell me who you are?”
Carrie ignores him. If he wants a reaction, he’s out of luck. All she has to do is pretend he doesn’t exist, and unfortunately for Luke, Carrie is a very good actress.
Unfortunately for Carrie, Luke is incredibly persistent. To her credit, she makes it through a full sixteen minutes of him pacing and humming and muttering to himself and climbing around all over her stuff and getting right in her face to ask a million nonsensical questions. But she finally snaps when, after a few moments of silence, he asks, “Are you dead?”
She whirls around in her seat. “Is that a threat?”
and then open book is the lukebobby fic G and I have been talking about for ages
There wasn't any kind of grand revelation that their perception had been off; Luke didn't find Bobby crying into his mom's pillow or anything, but he just seems . . . touchy about it, in a way that took Luke ages to properly notice. His own offhanded comments about having the house to himself or not having to worry about getting in any trouble for being out late have stayed the same, but his smiles are always too tight when one of the other guys jokes about how lucky he is, and he's always so quick to change the subject.
And fuck, Luke knows now how quiet this place gets with no one around all day. When the boys are gone at school, he spends most of his energy trying to keep the emptiness of the Shaw house from sinking into his skin; he doesn't know how Bobby's done this for so long. He doesn't know how he missed it for so long, how much Bobby must be hurting.
aaaaand collect your scars is what the unwind outline is labelled in my personal drive, it's the exact same content as the "julie and the unwinds idfk" document that you have, the wildly fucked up unwind dystology au where you can just take teenagers apart for their organs if they're not cool enough
so none of that is Written written, but here's a piece anyway:
They’re walking back to Flynn and Reggie’s (stolen) minivan with their stuff and Reg and Alex have a conversation that basically goes “btw the fundraiser is super fake” “dude wtf that’s way more illegal and wrong than me stealing from you” “first off I resent equating legality with morality, second off our whole existence is illegal so we may as well go all in”
And Alex just kinda looks at them until they go “aren’t you an unwind too?”
Flynn chimes in with “jfc Reggie you can’t keep asking people this, you’re going to get us caught so fast . . . but @ Alex, are you though?”
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