#sunset curve ot4

[a-tomb-with-a-view]

Do you have any recs for good Bobby fics? I love yours so much!! ❤️

Hi, thank you! I absolutely do, lesgo

I’ve got this feeling in my bones by @on-irratia inspired by the gremliness of yours truly is fantastic and I love it, as well as Taking Your Hand (Taking A Shot)

If you liked Three Princes and Frog or Your Hands Protect The Flames, then All This Feeling Second Best, It’s Got Me By The Throat by @aroacethetic-shitpost , But I’m Right Where You Left Me (Idk Author’s @) and We Can Make It So Divine by @bobbywilsonsupremacy are all bloody brilliant and explore Bobby feeling left out of AlexLukeReggie in a polyam sitch

Crazy Random Happenstance (Idk the author’s @) and The Stuffed Puppy by @im-not-fine are both really sweet Luke/Bobby

Sunset Curve And The Suspenders and He’s My Kind Of Rain by @madamecristal and You’re The Only Friend I Need by @bobbywilsonsupremacy are really great Bobby/Alex fics

@sunsetcurvecuddles has some really awesome boggie, with my personal favourite being Can You Feel The Weight Of It, and @beethovensbitxh has some awesome boggie as well, her songfics are ace

Other boggie faves include I’ve Been So Good (Where The Hell Is The Karma) by @itsthebooks, Bobby’s Sexuality Crisis Summer by @agnesclementineblog Are You For Me Or Against Me (Hold Yourself Against Me) by @siriuslyrose

Et finalement, à couple of fun friendship tingz: I’ll Cut My Hair (To Make You Stare) and I Hear Your Voice Behind A Staticy Storm from the It’s Not Sunset Cis Either series by @wr0temyway0ut are amazing, And so is Opposites Attract (Idk the author’s @)

That’s all I have for now, but if anyone wants to add, please do! There is a lot of brilliant stuff in the fandom and I’m sure I’ve missed some :))

[sunset-bobby]

He’s Very Nice to Look At

Luke, Alex, and Reggie are looking for a fourth member of Sunset Curve. They had just given up hope, when in walks the mysterious Bobby

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Tag list:

@williexmercer @allfortheaesthetic @kybee1497 @a-tomb-with-a-view @kikikiwi27498 @itsthebooks @ace-bobby-wilson @bright-molina

if you wanna be added let me know :)

[the-anxious-gay-drummer]

Agnes' JatP fics masterpost

Thought I might as well clump together all the thingies I wrote for this fandom so far.

*all fics that are not marked otherwise are completed

UPDATED: 16 March 2021

ASHES WE ARE AND FROM ASHES WE RISE

Bobby/Alex/Luke/Reggie

4.8k words

Supernatural elements, polyamory, love confessions, angst with happy ending

Mom catches him after sundown, copper bowls laden with candles and fruit and herbs clutched to his chest and steers him back inside the house with a firm hand on his shoulder. She doesn’t yell and she doesn’t lecture and Bobby asks her, “How did you know?”

“Because,” she tells him, putting away the bowls, “death is also lonely.” She turns to face him, draped into the sunset colors slipping in through the window, her eyes dark and strong, and says, “You need to learn to put things to rest.”

BOBBY'S SEXUALITY CRISIS SUMMER

Bobby/Reggie

3.8k words

Coming out, fluff and humor (attempted?)

The tank top is black, Reggie's skin is pale, shoulders and face pinked from the Sun. And his arms are not as scrawny as Bobby remembers them being. He blames tingly, tight feeling in his chest on the fact that Alex is a drummer and Luke has been prancing around in his cutoffs since they hit puberty and Bobby had to ask Carrie to open his peanut butter jar yesterday because he couldn't do it.

GENTLE HAUNTING

Willie/Alex

2.6k words

5+1, near death experiences, happy ending

As he loses his balance, there’s a dull noise of wheels rolling over the sidewalk and in his periphery, a splash of bright colors- yellows and blues and reds and greens- so vibrant that, for a moment, Alex forgets that he’s falling.

AKA "Five times Alex sees Willie while he's alive and one time they finally meet as ghosts"

KISSING THE LIGHTS

Willie/Alex

1.1k words

Fluff, kissing

“What are you doing?” He asks quietly, not wanting to disrupt the soft, quiet atmosphere. He feels too lazy to open his eyes.

“Nothing,” Willie whispers in response, voice tilting like he’s smiling. “I’m just watching.”

1k of pure fluff and soft ghost boyfriends

COLORS BURST AS I CLOSE MY EYES

Willie/Alex

1k words

Fluff and angst, boys kissing, implied/referenced homophobia, cemetery

If Willie finds it strange that he’s lying on his own grave- his body six feet below him, rotten along with the coffin and reclaimed by the earth- he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he says, “Hey, Hotdog,” and gets down on his knees near Alex’s shoulder. His hair is spilling down around his face in soft waves and looking at him feels like looking at an old photograph, bleached into golds and browns and bronzes by the light.

PEANUT GALLERY

Willie/Alex

800 words

Fluff, Christmas fic, movie night, outsider POV

He turns to his right, hoping to commiserate with Alex, who now has a hot boyfriend and thus is assumably over his teenage movie crush- and then he freezes, mid-chew.

NO ONE LEAVES HOME

Alex & Bobby

1.3k words

Angst and fluff, friendship, implied/referenced homophobia

He strides to Bobby’s car with purpose and drops his backpack on the floor of the passenger seat before asking, “How do you feel about skipping the first period?”

Bobby, who was sucking on a mint until now, bites down on it. Alex hears it crunch as Bobby’s eyebrows shoot up. “Okay,” he says despite his surprise.

I needed some Alex&Bobby friendship. So.

ANGELS CAN FLY INTO THE SUN

Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters

1.5k words

Cathartic blasphemy, religious imagery & symbolism, implied/referenced homophobia

Luke won’t tell him where they’re going, but eventually, the streets morph into a familiar path, down past his parents’ house that stands unchanged despite everything, and then Bobby is parking them in front of Alex’s old church.

EXISTENCE SLIPPED LIKE SAND THROUGH OUR HANDS (BUT NOT ANYMORE)

Willie/Alex

2k words

Fluff, kissing in the rain

“Hm, looks like it’s going to rain,” Willie comments, head tipped back. Everything around them is colored in monochrome; reality is a far-away, unimportant concept, all the edges blurred and softened. It’s a good day to be content and in love, Alex thinks, touching the tips of his fingers to his breastbone.

YEARS I SPENT ON THE EDGE OF DISAPPEARANCE

Willie/Alex

SPN & JatP crossover

53k words

WIP (work in progress)

Alex spent 4 years living in Los Angeles (during which he met only the best people ever and found his passion for music) so his oldest brother and father could check up on his other brother (which is a healthy way of saying "stalking him"). When everything goes downhill and he's forced to move away with his family, he runs away to pursue his dream.

And then he fucking dies. Which would actually be a minor hitch in their plans- if Dean could just stop investigating his death.

I think it's safe to say SPN crossovers are my writing niche now, and I'm absolutely obsessed with JATP and Alex rn. So. This is what I have to offer to you guys.

[madamecristal]

In Your Starlight

Fic Located Here!

Relationships: Reggie/Alex/Luke/Bobby, Sunset Curve OT4

Audience: Teen and Up

Summary: 

Reggie decides that that he's going to get Alex and Luke together - by going out with them both.

Bobby thinks that's a terrible plan.

Per usual, Bobby is right, and Reggie gets kissed A LOT.

For @merihn  ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[stellarspecter]

if ur friend group isn’t also ur polycule like what are u doing

[may-grant]

everyone hc’s flynn being in the band’s friend group but god i would die if they show the little details of how she comes to be in this really tight friend group. like yes she supports the band but she doesnt really *know* them. so i wish she could get the power to see the boys and she can hang out with them without julie there having to be her middle man. because those boys would be just as supportive of her DJ’ing dreams if they really got to know her on their own terms!! like their banter would be hilarious and you know flynn would call them out when they need it. thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[between-two-fandoms]

Just Enough

Read on Ao3

When Bobby notices Luke acting off after a gig he takes up the job of getting his many dumbass boyfriends to talk about their emotions... even if Bobby himself sucks at emoting half of the time.

Word Count: 1,333

Bobby watched as Luke bounced around the venue they played at for their gig. His eyes trailed after the frontman of Sunset Curve watching as Luke let himself be happy for once, bouncing form table to table, merch bag clutched over his shoulder. The thing about Luke Patterson though, the thing that people didn't quite understand... was that he's the literal human embodiment of a puppy. He'll bounce around all day writing music and demanding attention and despite Bobby's protests he'd snuggle up against him on the couch in the studio. 

The downside of this meant that whenever Luke got sad he had that kicked-puppy-dog expression nailed down perfectly and if someone - namely Reggie or Alex - didn't nip it in the bud they'd have to deal with the fall out of a grumpy Luke the next day. He turned around to grab another drink from the bar counter - club soda, despite using their fakes apparently some bartenders still had morals - and when he turned back his immediate thought was fuck because Luke was sitting alone at a table, the merch bag forgotten at his feet. His shoulders were hunched over and as Bobby approached him he could see Luke's furrowed eyebrows and the frown etched across his face. When he finally got close enough to see what Luke was doing he could see the guitarist furiously scribbling something down onto a napkin. Luke's handwriting was absolute shit but Bobby didn't even think the shapes he was writing were letters. Slowly and tentatively he slid into the seat across from Luke. Bracing himself slightly he asked, "you wanna tell me what's up? Usually you're halfway through the crowd by now." Luke sniffled and a tear rolled down his cheek and Bobby silently prayed to whatever god that existed for Alex and Reggie to turn up again soon because Bobby was not equipped enough to deal with an emotional Luke right now.

“Nothin,’” Luke mumbled, snarling in frustration when his pen snapped and ink exploded all over his hand. Bobby instantly lurched over the table in time to catch the glass from shattering onto the ground. “���S stupid,” the guitarist said, not at all looking like the Luke Bobby was used to talking… at all. But he knew from experience that ignoring Luke when he got like this would just make the situation once. 

“Luke if whatever happened got you this upset -” Bobby got cut off by a loud amp popping and Luke jumped a mile into the air. “Okay yeah no we’re not doing this here,” Bobby said, holding out a hand waiting for Luke to take it. It ended up taking longer than Bobby would’ve liked to get Luke out of the venue and back in the van. Luke fell into the van when Bobby let him try to climb into it himself so Bobby wrapped an arm around him and helped him lean against the side of the van, sinking to the ground with his head between his knees. Where the fuck were Reggie and Alex? Bobby thought, awkwardly trying to comfort Luke by rubbing circles against his back. 

“Said I was bad.” When Luke spoke Bobby almost missed it, exhausted to the point of almost passing out he almost missed the barely whispered words that bit into the cold night air. Bobby sagged next to Luke, using the wall of the van to support his back as he let his legs straighten out ahead of him.

“Who said that?” Bobby asked, trying not to look surprised when Luke wrapped his limbs around him, burying his face into Bobby’s shoulder. “Hey they’re wrong you know that right?” Bobby said, attempting to gain some traction. If Reggie and Alex came back to a broken down Luke then Bobby was dead. He was deader than dead. He would be buried six feet under by tomorrow morning and then some. Luke sniffled but he nodded and Bobby could feel his tears soaking through his t-shirt.

“Sometimes it just - it just gets too much,” Luke muttered, instantly relaxing more when Bobby started to play with his hair. He ran his fingers through it, trying to brush out the knots and braid the long locks like he’d always watch Alex due during movie nights. When he managed to tie it off with some loose fabric from his shirt the final product didn’t look half bad.

“You know you can always come to me right? I know I don’t… I don’t show I care much but I do Luke. You gotta know that, I do care about you,” Bobby said cursing to himself when his throat choked, his voice cracky and dry.

“I know,” Luke said, letting Bobby pull him closer until they were flush against each other. “‘S easy to forget.” Bobby hummed and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Luke’s head, smiling slightly into his now-braided hair.

“I don’t mind reminding you of it,” Bobby whispered, placing another kiss on the crown of Luke’s forehead when he pulled away so they could look at each other. The van doors opened and the moment was over, Reggie squeezing his way between the two of them and Alex standing outside of the van with his arms crossed looking at Bobby with a disapproving glare.

“No fair I missed a Luke snuggle?!” Reggie cried out, burying his face into Luke’s back. Bobby just gave Alex a helpless sort of what-are-you-going-to-do shrug when Reggie and Luke decided his lap made a good pillow for the night.

“You were supposed to drive us home,” Alex accused, staring at Bobby pointedly. Bobby knew Alex wasn’t really mad at him though, the twinkle in his eyes gave it away.

“Think of it this way,” Bobby said with a smirk when Luke’s loud snore cut through the air. “When we get back to my house you and I can get up to a ‘lil something something.” Alex choked in disgust, throwing the closest thing on hand - one of his drumsticks - at Bobby’s head but his aim was off and Bobby had to reach out to catch it before it hit the back of Reggie’s head. He twirled the stick in his hand before tossing it behind Alex’s drums grinning at the drummer’s annoyed huff.

“You’re disgusting,” Alex complained when Bobby pulled him in for a kiss without managing to disturb the sleeping bandmates in his lap. When Bobby started to pull away Alex let out a little whine and pressed his lips deeper into the kiss. 

“You know you love me,” Bobby said back when they pulled away from each other. “Want me to drive?” He asked seriously, knowing Alex had been getting little sleep throughout the week and didn’t want him getting behind the wheel if he was tired. Alex shook his head,

“Nah I’ll be fine. Think I drank like, twelve cups of coffee in that place. Man I can’t believe we found the one bartender in the entire world who wouldn’t buy our fakes.” Alex whined as Bobby planted another chaste kiss against his lips.

“Yeah well we’re illegal anyways. Besides we gotta get our boys back home Alex. Let me know if you want to switch!” Bobby shouted out as Alex swung the big doors of their Sunset Curve van shut. A few minutes later the engine roared to life and Alex’s trashy pop music was playing through the cassette player and Bobby couldn’t help but let out a laugh. If Luke ever found out Alex played pop in the van then he was going to get killed and they’d be in the market for a new drummer. Sitting on the floor of their van wedged between Alex’s drums and his boys Bobby let himself doze off into a peaceful sleep, knowing nothing would ever be able to tear them apart. It was just enough for Bobby to feel like maybe his life wasn't really in shambles. Just enough to finally give him a real sense of home.

[bobbyshawsupremacy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex/Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Luke Patterson/Reggie Characters: Alex (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: i just wanted to return to my roots, ie bobby hurt/comfort, and now we have this, so. you're fuckin welcome ig, Bobby | Trevor Wilson Defense Squad, Polyamory, Getting Together, Self-Esteem Issues, bobby be like has problems, but isn't that just the plot of everything i write, Kissing, So much kissing, im sorry to tell you this but, literally half the wordcount is the kissing, Tenderness, like so tender, THIS IS SO FUCKING SAPPY, Love Confessions, Pre-Canon, jon makes way too many metaphors pt 2374735, Recreational Drug Use, say it with me... weed, i return to my branding once more, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Sunset Curve (Julie and The Phantoms), i'm sorry for the bible references, there r like five, I don't know why this always happens, all my characters are catholic but it's not intentional

Summary:

It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, or that he didn’t love them- of course he did. He loved them like he’d never loved anyone in his life. He loved them like the trees loved soil, like the bees loved the flowers. He loved them like his lungs loved the air he breathed. But his lungs tended to stutter, tended to fail- it was the smokes, or it was the city air, and he couldn’t always breathe.

All this to say they couldn’t always love him. And that was okay. Bobby couldn’t always love himself either. - or; Reggie has a question, and Bobby goes to confession for them.

[kybee1497]

Hey kiwi! ‘We’re not alone cause we always have each other’ info? Please

Thanks for the ask Gracie!! 💜

I actually don’t have a lot written down for this lol, it’s sunset curve ot4 with Bobby angst. When Reggie said it, I thought it sounded like something he would say a lot and how the phantoms to have each other but they died and now Bobby is alone for the first time in his life. Before when his family was being shitty or he felt left behind. Reggie would say “we’re not alone cause we always have each other.” No matter what Bobby always had his boys, and now they’re gone and he’s alone and that’s all I got. Half of that I added on the spot though ngl 😂

Oh! Maybe a 5+1 of the times reggie said that about sunset curve and one time he didn’t, idk how to phrase that but ya know

[lvkereggie]

bobby i will never forget abt you when it comes to sunset curve, im an ot4 girly4life🙏🏽

[a-tomb-with-a-view]

Too Dumb To Learn From Past Experience

Tw: discussion of emotional abuse and mention of alcohol abuse

When they’d woken up as ghosts, Reggie hadn’t really had time to register that it didn’t hurt when one of his boys touched him, including himself, because Julie was screaming and he hated screaming, and his zip had dug into his ribs, and his mind was still a whirling mess of it’s always been the four of us.

Link in the reblogs

[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.

[the-anxious-gay-drummer]

ASHES WE ARE AND FROM ASHES WE RISE

Bobby/Alex/Luke/Reggie

Bobby-centric

4.8k

Angst with happy ending

Mom catches him after sundown, copper bowls laden with candles and fruit and herbs clutched to his chest and steers him back inside the house with a firm hand on his shoulder. She doesn’t yell and she doesn’t lecture and Bobby asks her, “How did you know?”

“Because,” she tells him, putting away the bowls, “death is also lonely.” She turns to face him, draped into the sunset colors slipping in through the window, her eyes dark and strong, and says, “You need to learn to put things to rest.”

Me, posting a Bobby-centric fic on his bday? More likely than you think.

(Yes, it is after midnight as I'm writing this but I posted the fic before midnight okay?)

[madamecristal]

Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

Fic Located Here!

Relationships: Reggie x Luke x Alex x Bobby

Additional Tags: Boys Kissing, Dorks in Love, First Kisses, Sunset Curve

Story Excerpt:

So Reggie had gone out and purchased mistletoe – three bundles to be exact. He hung them up over the doorway, the couch, and rehearsal space. He wasn’t exactly sure where Bobby expected his big moment to happen, so he wanted to cover all the potential spots.

For @sonsetcurve‘s Holiday Event 2020!

[daintyduck99]

For the works in progress challenge what are you willingbto share about Stars Collided?

Kept On Climbing Til Our Stars Collided is a Luke/Bobby/Reggie/Julie story where Bobby and Luke are in the middle of a Friends With Benefits situation (as far as Bobby knows—Luke thinks they're dating). Bobby meets Julie in the kitchen one Morning After, which is a little weird to him for many reasons that he refuses to name (but also because Reggie already left for work).

He learns that Julie and Reggie have just started dating and basically the whole story is this rolling ball of Jealousy and Miscommunication. Their relationship (the OT4) is juxtaposed with the success of Sunset Curve—it's (seemingly) collapsing as the band takes off.

I have a prologue written! It needs some rewriting, but then I might post it already once its been rewritten/edited because it stands on its own in a way.

[between-two-fandoms]

Ocean Tides

Summary: While taking their usual midnight walk down the strip of beach near the boardwalk Luke ends up witnessing Reggie jump off the docks and into the ocean below.Luke jumps in after him in order to save the life of a classmate he's never actually talked to before.

or

Me: what if I whump Reggie m o r e?!

Notes: cw: suicidal Reggie, cw: suicide attempt. Also on ao3! :)

1k-ish words.

The chill of the night air bit at Luke as they walked down the beach towards the pier. Bobby and Alex were on either side of him, Bobby lightly strumming his acoustic as they busked their usual strip of beach. It was always just the three of them, Alex and Luke and Bobby, for as long as he could remember. Since that fateful day when Alex was getting bullied on the playground during recess and Bobby, who’s two years older than either of them, jumped in to fight back against the homophobic asshole. Sunset Curve was born the second Luke found out their savior could actually play guitar. “You see that kid out there?” Luke asked, nodding at the kid standing at the edge of the docks.

“You guys are two years younger than me. You’re literally children,” Bobby said, nudging Luke with his elbow. Alex held out an arm to stop them in their tracks. Luke turned his head to look at him and a mixture of emotions twisted across Alex’s face before he settled on concern.

“Guys isn’t that Reginald? He’s in our english class, right?” Alex asked, and Luke realized he was right. Reginald - Reggie to his friends, though he didn’t seem to have many -  sat in the back of english, never volunteering unless the teacher called on him personally. He was the cute - wait what? - kid who just kept to himself, tried not to cause too much trouble.

“You’re right,” Luke said, before running ahead waving his arms. “Hey Reginald! It’s Luke from class, remember?!” Reggie didn’t seem to hear him, distracted by fiddling with something heavily in his pants pockets. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket like he usually was, which is what made something unsettling curdle in Luke’s stomach.

“Luke wait!” Bobby’s voice yelled out, chasing after him. Luke skidded to a stop, staring in horror when Reggie stepped off the edge of the dock fully dressed with bricks shoved into his pockets. Realization twisted it’s way into Luke’s mind as he caught up to what was about to happen. He shook Bobby’s clamped hand off his shoulder and bolted towards the docks. They were only fifteen fucking years old, no one was going to die today if he could help it.

“Reggie!” Luke screamed, surging forward. He ditched his heavy coat halfway down the docks and tripped over his feet as he kicked off his gym shoes. “Reggie!” Luke yelled again, reaching the edge of the docks only to be met with the dark ocean below them.

“Luke!” Alex shouted, sounding more distressed by the minute. “Luke no you can’t -” the drummer’s warning was cut off as Luke leapt off the dock and dived headfirst into the cold waves below them. 

The darkness of the water made it hard to see but the moonlight reflected enough light for him to make out the sinking shape of Reggie’s body falling fast towards the ocean floor. Luke clamped his mouth shut as he propelled himself, kicking in Reggie’s direction. He didn’t know why Reggie would try to kill himself but he always knew there was something special about him. It wasn’t his time to die yet, not if he had anything to say about it. He wrapped his arm around Reggie’s abdomen, ignoring Reggie’s weak attempts at fighting back. Trust me, Luke thought when Reggie looked him in the eyes. Reggie didn’t seem to even realize he was there. Luke held Reggie close to his chest as he kicked the both of them up as hard as he could.

They broke to the surface and Bobby leapt into the water to help Luke drag Reggie to shore, each of them taking one of his arms over their shoulders. “Don’t fucking scare us like that again dumbass,” Bobby said through a fit of coughs as the three of them laid on their backs on the beach. Luke let out a laugh, ignoring how dry his lungs felt.

“I’ll try my best,” Luke said back, letting Bobby check him over for injuries before they both turned their attention to Reggie. The poor boy was soaked, water and sand dripping from everywhere. He was shaking everywhere, arms wrapped tightly around his chest as he coughed up seawater.

“Shit Reggie. Here, take Luke’s jacket,” Alex said, running up behind them from the edge of the beach. Luke grabbed his jacket and helped Alex wrap Reggie up in it, who was still shivering. Luke gathered Reggie up in his arms, wrapping him up tightly. Bobby wrapped his arms around Luke, trying to hold him as close as possible. Alex came in on the side, burying his face into Luke’s shoulders as the four of them just broke down into tears.

“I don’t know what I was - no that’s a lie -” Reggie said through a fit of sniffles. “My parents they… they drink a lot. They fight and they fight and they fight and I’m always alone and I’m just tired. I’m so fucking tired all the time becuase they fight so loud I can’t anymore and - “ he fell into a blubbering mess, tears staining Luke’s sleeveless t-shirt.

“Shh, we got you,” Luke whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of Reggie’s forehead. “We’ve got you Reg, you’re ours now.” Bobby reached his hand out to brush strands of hair out of Reggie’s face.

“You’re never going to be alone again Reg, I promise,” Bobby said. He buried his face into the back of Luke’s shoulder, Alex trying to hug the three of them from the side, his own face pressed into the nape of Reggie’s neck. Reggie stopped shivering, but Luke didn’t want to get up. When Reggie tried to pull out of their arms Bobby and Luke just held onto him tighter; pulling him close. Alex started drumming something against Reggie’s leg, and he let himself relax in Luke’s arms.

“You’re stuck with us now Reggie,” Alex mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Reggie hummed and nuzzled more into Luke’s warm chest.

Luke held Reggie close to him, gathering the skinny boy up in his arms and refused to let go. “Mine now,” Luke mumbled as Reggie let out an exhausted sigh, falling asleep lying with his bandmates on the beachfront. “Mine,” Luke growled when Reggie tried to pull away again, but the attempt was weaker this time, he just readjusted himself into a more comfortable position, the side of his face pressing into Luke’s bare chest.

“Yours now,” Reggie mumbled back, earning himself a warm chuckle from Luke. “‘m comfy.” Bobby hummed in response, nuzzling his nose into Luke’s hair. Luke gathered up his boys and let them all relax, trying to sleep after the night’s chaotic events.