#boggie

[thesunwillart]

compilation of some of the outfits i drew for jatp charas!!! ✨✨

outfit meme from here

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

maybe if it smelled like you

A fun little Boggie fic that happened because almost a fucking year ago @narcissusbrokenmirror and I were talking about Alex and Reggie and height? And it led to us talking about Reggie's style. Which led to this. Some of y'all may remember seeing snippets from "SC and Clothes" and this is part of that. Maybe it'll be a series. Maybe it won't. For now, some Boggie fluff:

Read on ao3 or below (938 words | gen):

“Hey, Reg?” Bobby calls.

Reggie pops his head into his bedroom.“Yeah?” 

“Any reason you have this folded here all nice?” Bobby asks. He grabs the t-shirt that had caught his attention, holding it up for Reggie.

Reggie blushes as he answers. “Nope.” 

He quickly turns and leaves the room.

Bobby shakes his head with mild amusement. He turns the shirt around to look at it more closely. He’d definitely gotten this one for Reggie. Had even bought it specifically for him instead of just passing on his own reject tees like usual - they all tried to give Reggie some variety for his wardrobe but for some reason he was perfectly content with his bulk packs of tees and tanks. Luckily the clothes never went to waste, most of them wind up in Luke’s closet eventually anyway.

Except this one, apparently. Thankfully. But it doesn’t look like Reggie’s even worn it once. 

Bobby folds it back up and returns it to where he’d found it. He paces Reggie’s room as he waits for Reggie to return. It unfortunately doesn’t take long to get bored and there’s nothing new to inspect in the space, but he tries. 

He finally decides to just settle on Reggie’s bed. Reggie’s taking even longer than usual and there’s only so much Bobby can do to kill the time.

Just as Bobby’s starting to get worried, Reggie appears in the doorway. He’s wrapped in a fluffy robe and running a towel over his still-wet hair.

Bobby chokes on air at the sight. He manages to recover quickly. “Glad you didn’t die,” he says dryly.

Reggie’s brow furrows, clearly confused by the sentiment. “I wasn’t gone that long!” he insists.

“Long enough,” Bobby says. He just barely manages to keep his face from falling into a pout but the whine in his voice persists. 

Thankfully Reggie doesn’t seem to notice. He throws his towel into the laundry hamper before heading over to his dresser, digging through his drawers and pulling out his go-to outfit: black tank, black jeans, black socks, even black fucking briefs. It’s all so clearly from those gifted bulk packs every Christmas and birthday that Reggie’s perfectly content with. It almost makes Bobby sad to think about. But at least Reggie’s getting gifts, he supposes. 

Bobby’s gaze migrates back to the shirt neatly folded on Reggie’s desk and then back to Reggie.

“Why don’t you wear that one?” he suggests, nodding toward the tee in question. 

Reggie flushes bright red as he stammers for a moment before finally finding his words. “I don’t wanna wreck it.”

It takes a minute for the meaning to land but when it does, Bobby’s mouth curls up into a teasing smirk, “You don’t want to wear the thing meant to be worn because you don’t want to wreck it?”

“Yeah,” Reggie utters bashfully as he nods. “It’s special.”

Bobby’s face softens. “You know it’s just a t-shirt, right? Like, it’s replaceable if something does happen to it?”

Reggie shrugs, “‘s not the same.”

“You don’t even wear it around the house?”

Reggie shakes his head. “No. Don’t even wear it to bed.” 

Reggie’s eyes widen as he realizes what he’d just said and Bobby feels his own face warm. 

“But you could,” Bobby counters softly.

Reggie shrugs again. “Maybe if it smelled like you. I just…” he pauses and covers his face with his hands. “I have no idea why I said that,” he cries. “Backspace! Erase! Time travel! God, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

Bobby reaches out and grabs Reggie, pulling him toward the bed so he’s standing in front of him. “Do you want it to smell like me?”

Reggie nods, his face still hidden behind his hands. 

Bobby reaches up to pull them down. He looks up at Reggie earnestly, “I can make that happen you know.”

“Really?”

Bobby nods. “Yeah, I’ll wear it for a bit and give it back to you.”

“Okay.” Reggie looks down and must notice how close they are. He promptly takes a step back.

His gaze travels back up to Bobby’s face. “I uh… I need to get dressed.”

“Okay.” Bobby acknowledges him but doesn’t move. They’ve all gotten changed in front of each other countless times so doesn’t think anything of it. 

“Can you…” Reggie starts to ask, his voice shy.

Bobby directs a confused look his way but quickly catches on. “You want me to turn around?”

Reggie nods. “Please?”

Bobby smiles at him as he readily agrees. “Sure.” 

He pulls his legs up onto the bed and turns so he’s facing the headboard, allowing Reggie the privacy he’s after.

“I’m done!” Reggie announces after a few moments.

“Alright, are we ready to go now?” Bobby asks as he turns back around. 

Reggie raises an eyebrow at him and points to his hair with a sheepish grin. 

Bobby rolls his eyes. “Right. Of course not. The Reggie Peters coif takes time.”

Reggie beams at him and bounds back out of the bedroom. Reggie doesn’t like the idea of mirrors in his bedroom so the bathroom is “where the magic happens.” Once Reggie found his signature style (from head to toe), he committed to it and he committed to it hard. None of the others really understand it but this is his thing so it’s just become another part of Reggie that they’ve learned to love.

Bobby lays back over Reggie’s bed. He rests his head on his hands as he waits. And if his thoughts continue to wander toward the boy in the other room, well that’s nobody’s business but his.

[stellarspecter]

do you love the color of the sky jatp ships?

which one?

[legolasghosty]

if this doesn't scream boggie, i don't know what does: They smell like sparkles and sunshine and I want to kiss their stupid face so bad

Bobby slammed the apartment door behind him, heading straight for the couch. He didn't slow down until he was flat on his stomach, his burning cheeks hidden by a Gayosaurus throw pillow ("Like a normal gay, but more awesome!") that Willie had found somewhere six months ago. Bobby wasn't ever sure where he found this sort of thing. He'd given up on asking when they were still in college, the two of them and Alex randomly paired up in a freshman dorm.

"What happened here?" the previously mentioned pillow finder said from somewhere above Bobby.

The soft click of Alex closing their front door properly was followed by the drummer's sigh of, "Reggie, what else."

Bobby felt the couch dip near his feet as probably Willie sat down. "You wanna talk about it, dude?" they asked. Bobby couldn't decide if their tone was sympathetic or teasing.

"No," he mumbled into the pillow.

Look, dating your bandmates didn't work out well. Reggie and Luke had been together for a bit when they were all in college and it had burned hot and fast. Bobby had been sure the band would break up for good when they called it quits. It had taken a whole new person, Luke's now queerplatonic partner and their band frontwoman Julie, to get the two of them to talk it out and become friends again. Even then, it had been a rough couple of months for all of them.

So, no matter how pretty Reggie was or how sometimes Bobby thought he leaned a bit closer to their shared mic than necessary, they couldn't be a thing. It wouldn't work.

"Dude, you can't just keep ignoring it and hope it goes away," Alex sighed, now sounding much closer. "Remember how I tried that and it failed? Epicly?"

Bobby lifted his head just enough to shoot Alex a glare. "That's not the same thing," he protested. "No offense, Willie."

"None taken," they chuckled. "But Lex has a point. Shoving it down doesn't work, and it might just turn out better than you think."

Bobby dropped his face back down to the pillow and flipped them both off. "No."

He felt a foot nudging his shoulder, indicating that Alex had found his perch on the back of the couch above him. "Bobby, Reggie likes you back, you guys just have to get your acts together and talk about it."

"Hypocrite," Bobby mumbled. But he groaned and rolled onto his side, glancing up at his roommates and best friends. Maybe talking it out would help erase his stupid crush on his bandmate. "I know he maybe thinks I'm cute or whatever, but it wouldn't work. The band almost broke up when Luke and Reggie did, and I can't be responsible for doing that to you guys. I just can't."

"Okay, I get that," Alex began. "But what makes you so sure the two of you wouldn't work? I mean yeah, Luke and him didn't go so well, but there were a lot of reasons for that."

"Very much including the fact that they were 19 and neither of them had actually been in a serious relationship before," Willie added. "And I love them both, but their communication skills aren't the best now, let alone two years ago."

"You and Reg are good for each other," Alex continued, giving Bobby that heavy, open stare that he usually masked behind several layers of sarcasm. "He gets you out of your routine and trying new things. You help him slow down and talk things out."

"You're both better people for being around each other," Willie agreed, one hand resting on Bobby's ankle. Then the corner of his mouth quirks up. "Not to mention the fact that you guys practically make out at the mic every other song."

"We do not!" Bobby insisted, forcing himself up on one elbow. "Mic sharing is totally normal."

"Mic sharing, yes. But you two take the phrase 'eat the mic' a little too literally," Alex laughed. Then his amusement faded. "But seriously. You like him. He likes you. And we're all semi-functioning adults who can at least pretend to be emotionally mature. At least talk to him."

"Even if you decide not to give it a shot, at least you'll have been honest with each other," Willie said.

"But what if it messes everything up?" Bobby asked, hating how small his voice sounded. "I mean, yeah, he smells like sparkles and sunshine and I wanna kiss his stupid face so bad, but I don't want it to destroy the band. Or our whole... family."

Willie's expression is now solidly in the sympathetic zone. "But what if it makes it better?" they countered. "I mean, Lex and I were great as friends, and we're better as partners, and we're both better friends to the rest of you because of being together."

The smile Alex gave them for that is enough to make Bobby fake gag and throw the Gayosaurus pillow at them. But... maybe they're right.

"Hug time?" Alex questioned.

Bobby just nodded, suddenly feeling heavy at the possibility of having Reggie as something other than a bandmate. But heavy in a good way, like crawling under his weighted blanket at the end of a long day.

Alex dropped down onto the couch beside him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. Bobby let Willie resituate both of their legs on his lap. He usually wasn't one for being manhandled by his friends, but it was nice to let them take care of him every once in a while. He tried to focus on the clean and salty scent of Alex's hoodie and the easy movement of Willie's thumb on his ankle.

Maybe, just maybe, they had a point. At the very least, he owed it to Reggie to let him be a part of the conversation, right? Bobby let out a soft sigh. This meant he'd have to actually have a conversation about it with the bassist. But he was getting better at those at least. It was 'healthy' or something. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe they would be okay.

"So..." Willie mused after a while, "what do sparkles and sunshine smell like?"

"Screw you," Bobby groaned, hiding his face in Alex's chest.

[roughridingrednecks]

Boggie

[phantomwriter95]

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), Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson Characters: Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Carrie Wilson, Flynn Taylor, Caleb Covington, Carlos Molina, Ray Molina, Rose Molina Additional Tags: Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Everyone Is Alive, Good Caleb Covington Series: Part 3 of Julie and the Lifeguards Summary:

It's summer time at the Hollywood Pool Club, the gang is all here, and love is in the air! Time for the highly anticipated Willex meet-cute!

Part three of a collection of fics from my alive AU where Sunset Curve + Willie work at the HPC, the country club owned by the (not evil, just eccentric) Caleb Covington, and where Julie and Flynn spend their time during the summer break. Fics will be cute, fluff filled stories featuring various couples: Juke, Willex, Boggie, and Flarrie.

[michelangelinden]

Hehe headcanon!

Bobby is absolutely the last one to get sick out of all the guys, so he always ends up being the one who has to take care of the rest of them. Which generally includes throwing either ice or more blankets at Luke and forcing him to eat soup, turning Reggie into a blanket burrito and making sure he has access to all the comfort movies, and informing Alex that he does actually have to rest if he wants to stop feeling like trash.

When Bobby does get sick, once in a blue moon, there is a fair level of panic and then a lot of googling as to how the heck to make chicken noodle soup.

Hope you feel better!!! Sending hugs!!!

I absolutely agree! Parent friend!Bobby rights all the way.

Luke is the kinda guy who will go from toohot to toocold in a matter of seconds. He will be wrapped in a blanket, then something switches and he'll struggle to emerge like from a dive until his arms are free and he can breathe. He hates drinking tea, but Bobby will put so much honey in it that it's basically herby sugar water so Luke will accept it.

Reggie will just always be cold. He needs to be wrapped in a blanket at all times otherwise he will shake so violently. When Bobby is taking care of him, Reggie will insist that "no, Bobby, one blanket is not enough, I need a second one and I also need you to cuddle me, it's the law, you don't want me to get even worse, do you?" and who is Bobby to deny that? So when Reggie is sick they spend a lot of time huddled up on the couch watching dumb movies.

Alex is the opposite, he will refuse to accept that he is sick in the first place. Mans will be shivering, nose running, head pounding, seeing double and have cotton candy for brain and he'll be like "nah, dude, just slept badly, I'll be fine tomorrow" and Bobby will have to physically force him onto the couch and push a bowl of soup into his hands. Once Alex is seated tho, also wrapped in a blanket (feet sticking out for heat regulation) he will fall asleep instantly, peaceful zzzzz's for hours. Bobby is the designated taking-care-of-sick-friends-friend but he will call Willie over so that they can lock Alex onto the couch, because he will try to get up again once he wakes up from his nap.

When Bobby does get sick eventually, the boys have a small "oh fuck" moment, then a "yo, we got this" moment, then realise that they don't got this. But they do coordinate themselves quickly. Reggie will get onto cuddling and warming Bobby duty, Alex does his best to try and learn how to make chicken noodle soup, and Luke will go to the store and buy everything he has thinks could help (that includes tea and ibuprofen of course, but also chips and a gossip magazine). In the end they do got this. Bobby is very grateful for his friends, but he still hopes he never ever gets sick again because he hates it.

Thank you for this headcanon!! I love this, this is canon now!!

So many forehead kisses, one for each of the boys 😘😘😘😘😘 thank you, I love you <33

(send me headcanons and you'll get forehead kisses in return)

[caswellseyes]

“you said you wanted to talk?" “yeah…it can wait, though. enjoy your date.”

For more of my Boggie brain rot

i'm always happy to help further the boggie brain rot, thanks so much for sending this in! it got a bit long so i've posted it over on ao3, the link to the full fic will be in the reblogs!

the one who's waiting at home

Bobby is getting really tired of this.

It just keeps happening, is the issue. It keeps happening, and Reggie keeps trying, and Bobby is always left to pick up the pieces when it goes wrong. 

Because every single time Reggie goes on a date with someone, he gets attached. And every single time, whoever it is that he’s seeing ends up not appreciating the wonder that is Reggie. Every single time, it ends in heartbreak.

And every single time, Reggie blames himself.

It’s stupid, really. Reggie is quick to love, and honestly, it’s one of Bobby’s favourite parts of him. His roommate has a big heart and doesn’t hesitate to let people in, which, especially considering the difficult life he’s had, is really admirable. Bobby himself could never be this open with his affection. There’s a reason Reggie is the one scoring dates left and right while Bobby doesn’t even remember the last date he’s been on. Which is fine – based on the way dating is going for Reggie, he’s not exactly eager to ‘get out there’ – and he’s the last to judge, he really is. If dating all these stupid people who aren’t good enough for Reggie is what makes Reggie happy, then by all means, Reggie should date more people.

It’s just that, you know, all these stupid people aren’t good enough for Reggie and inevitably end up breaking his heart.

Okay, maybe Bobby is getting a little more upset about this than he has any right to be. In his defence, he’s been crushing on Reggie since the second the other moved into the apartment and so far, he’s doing an admirable job of not letting anything on. 

There’s no point in telling Reggie, of course. Reggie loves so easily, so openly, that surely, Bobby would know by now if his feelings were returned. They don’t seem to be, and thus, Bobby keeps his mouth shut. 

What he will not keep his mouth shut about for any longer, though, is how much these dates are breaking Reggie’s heart. No, that he has to stop. 

[blackandblue13]

hello i desperately need someone with the same amount of boggie brainrot as me to redraw this with bobby and reggie please please please i will love you forever

[hellgirlfurrys]

😘🤌

[thesunwillart]

A4 Reggie Peters, D6 Bobby Wilson? For the art meme? 🥰

heyyyy!! here is boggie... Bobby is confused but he's got the <3 spirit

+ some extra Bobby sketches!!

outfit meme from here

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

So basically your roommate is a cat? For Boggie(cause like... Yes)

Okay, I STRUGGLED with this. And don't even know if I like the outcome. We have like... Boggie from a distance happening here 🙈 I hope you don't hate it!

“So basically, your roommate is a cat,” Reggie’s date says, more of a statement than a question.

Reggie stops to think. He’d not really considered it before, but Bobby is very temperamental about touch. He likes to be left alone until he doesn’t. He’s relatively predictable but only if you can read his body language. Yeah, a cat kind of fits. But roommate? That… Might be stretching it. 

Reggie hums, “Yes to the cat, no to the roommate.”

He’s met with a curious look.

“Roommate might not be the most accurate way to describe our relationship,” he explains. “Bobby and I… Well, it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how? Are you not…” they trail off, obviously confused about what the hell Reggie is doing here if he’s got a “complicated” relationship with his “roommate.”

“We’re not… together. Well, we are. But,” Reggie takes a deep breath.

His date is growing frustrated. “Are you wasting my time? I’m not really up for being a homewrecker or somebody’s experiment.”

“No!” Reggie cries, putting his hands out to stop them from standing. “No, it’s not like that! I swear, it’s just…” He takes another deep breath. “It’s just. We aren’t labeled as anything. He’s my best friend. And we also make out and have sex sometimes.”

His date starts to gather their things in preparation to leave.

“No, wait! Let me explain. Please?”

They sigh, “Fine. You can have one minute.”

“Fuck. Shit. Okay. So Bobby’s not into dating and romance. He doesn’t want to hold me back from anything that I might want from other people. So we have an agreement that I can date freely, as if I were single. I try to be open about our relationship together from the start but it’s… Well, it’s complicated. Anyone who’d want to see me long term would have to be okay with what I have with Bobby. But I’m not like, cheating on him or anything.”

Reggie can tell that they’re processing and sits in silence while they do. He fiddles with the ends of his sleeves, his knee bouncing, while he waits. 

“Okay,” they finally say, “and like, you’re allowed to have physical relationships with the people you’re dating too? Kissing and sex?”

Reggie nods, “Yeah, honestly everything is pretty much normal. Except I have a Bobby.”

They cough out a dry laugh, “like a cat.”

Reggie grins, “Sure. A very large, very needy cat who I sometimes… y’know.”

“Well, it’s not perfect. But okay.”

Reggie’s brow furrows slightly. “Okay?” he asks, confused by the unexpectedly cool response.

They nod, “Yeah. Okay. I like you, Reggie. Let’s see where this goes.”

[joffyworld]

BOGOR GOOD LORDDDDDD

needed so badly to get this out of my system or i WOULD explode, the amount of bunnysuits ive been seeing had me shAKING,,, so please. take Mother........

[legolasghosty]

hi if you’re still taking prompts can you please do 12 and/or 15 for boggie 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Heh yeah so pay no mind to the fact that you sent this in like.... over 7 months ago... I promise I didn't forget! I just haven't had a lot of writing spoons in a hot minute! ANYWAYS have a little drabble. I'm sorry for the delay!!!!

Bobby picks his way down the path to the garage in the dark. He's not totally sure what time it is, he just knows it's late. Or early? Whatever. The other boys fell asleep hours ago, all curled up on the pull-out couch. Thank God Luke and Alex have gotten over that weird post-breakup "we shouldn't cuddle" thing. It made sleepovers way too confusing.

Their breakup made everything a little confusing if Bobby is being honest. Sure it had been a mutual thing and they'd only gone out for like a month, but still. The four of them spent so much time together, of course things got uncomfortable when half of the band members were suddenly exes. There had been a minute there where Bobby thought it would be the end of Sunset Curve.

But the waves have settled now. Luke and Alex are back to being bickering best friends. Their family band is safe. Thank God. Bobby doesn't think he could bear losing them. Any of them. They're his best friends.

He pushes open the garage door as quietly as he can. The beam of moonlight coming in over his shoulder illuminates his boys all tangled together on the couch bed. Luke's head is on Alex's thigh. Alex's arm is thrown over Reggie's torso. Reggie's leg is thrown over Luke's lap. His arms are flopped awkwardly over the space next to him. Bobby recognizes it as the spot he'd been lying before he'd given up on sleep and gone to make some hot chocolate.

Oh, he left his mug on the kitchen counter. F...rick. Bobby groans. Just his luck. Technically he could just go back to the house and get the half-full cup. But that suddenly feels like way too much work. Bobby heaves a sigh and heads for the couch. Maybe the partial drink and the late hour will let him sleep?

He lowers himself carefully onto the couch beside Reggie. The bassist stirs a bit, one hand reaching out towards Bobby. And his heart doesn't flutter a bit. It doesn't. Cause it can't.

Luke and Alex's breakup almost destroyed the band. Bobby can't afford to risk his only friends on a crush. Even if Reggie's eyes light up every time he sees a dog out walking. Even if his stupid jokes always manage to make Bobby laugh. Even if he looks so pretty onstage that Bobby forgets to breathe sometimes. Even if sometimes he'll glance down at Bobby's lips when they're sharing a mic and sometimes seems to watch him for a moment too long.

He can't risk it. Maybe he lov-likes Reggie romantically. But he cares about all three of them deeply. He can't lose any of them. They keep him from drowning in his head or staying inside all the time. They give him a reason to go to school on the bad days. They never like his artsy movie suggestions and then watch them with him anyways. They're his best friends and his lifelines. He's not losing them.

Reggie rolls over towards him, mumbling something incoherent. Bobby chuckles. His sleep-talking is adorable. Reggie's body is now only half covered by the black and white throw blanket that Bobby always claims for sleepovers and Reggie always seems to wake up under.

Bobby glances at the other two boys. Both are still sound asleep. He supposes it's safe to indulge for a moment.

"How come you always end up under my blanket, baby?" Bobby whispers, laying down beside Reggie. Hey, it's not like anyone's going to hear him. He'll take what he can get. Even if his treacherous heart yearns for it to be real.

"Cause you getting all flustered is one of the cutest things I've ever seen," Reggie murmurs, lips quirking up in a smirk.

Bobby jumps, his face heating up. "I...you're awake?" he stammers, backing away from his friend slowly.

Reggie blinks quickly, sleep still pulling at his eyelids as he focuses on Bobby. "Sorta?" he mumbles back. "Awake enough to hear you call me baby."

"I'm so sorry," Bobby says in a rush. "It's nothing, don't worry about it, it doesn't have to be a thing, I'm just being stupid."

Reggie frowns. "But... what if I want it to be a thing?"

Bobby feels like he's about to be split down the middle between logic and lo-his feelings. "We can't," he whispers, feeling a lump form in his throat.

"Says who?" Reggie responds, smiling sleepily. "We're smart, we'll figure it out. Just say it again?"

"Say what?" Bobby tilts his head, confused.

"Call me baby," Reggie clarifies. He reaches out and grabs at Bobby's hands. It takes him a couple of tries to get them both with his eyes still only half open. "I like it."

And Bobby is apparently too weak for this. "You sure, baby?" he breathes.

"Definitely," Reggie hums, laying back down and tugging Bobby down with him.

The bassist shifts around a bit until he can use Bobby's shoulder as a pillow. "Okay, sleepy time," he mumbles, eyes already falling shut. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Bobby's heart is racing, but sleep suddenly feels much more possible. Especially once he pulls his blanket over both of them. Alex shifts a bit in his sleep so his arm is thrown over both Reggie and Bobby. Luke's legs end up tangled with both of theirs.

Bobby takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Well this was new. But not...necessarily...bad.

He drifts off to sleep.

[roughridingrednecks]

Boggie

[phantomwriter95]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson, Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms) Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Carlos Molina, Ray Molina, Rose Molina, Carrie Wilson, Caleb Covington Additional Tags: Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Everyone Is Alive, Good Caleb Covington Series: Part 2 of Julie and the Lifeguards Summary:

It's summer time at the Hollywood Pool Club, the gang is all here, and love is in the air! Time for a Juke meet-cute round two! Or will it turn into a meet disaster...?

Part two of a collection of fics from my alive AU where Sunset Curve + Willie work at the HPC, the country club owned by (the not evil, just eccentric) Caleb Covington, and where Julie and Flynn spend their time during the summer break. Fics will be cute, fluff filled stories featuring various couples: Juke, Willex, Boggie, and Flarrie.