Policemen Swear To God (Love’s Seeping From The Guns)

Chapter 2 is live kids

It was like the world had gone silent.

No one moved, no one said anything. No one had processed what had just happened. Julie was still caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed Willie hit the floor.

Oh my god. That’s Bobby Wilson.

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Policemen Swear To God (Love’s Seeping From the Guns)

“I know but it… it just feels weird. Ya know? What am I supposed to say?” He put on his best robot voice and stiffened his arms, “Lukas Alexander Patterson, my best friend since childhood that I help kill people.”

its heeeerrrrrrreeee

The fruits of mine, @aroallosupremacyand@russsianspy’s labor have finally paid off and the first chapter of the Bodyguard!Juke AU that spiraled out of control is finally posted

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No plot points, just soft Boggie

Cannot believe I just wrote almost 2000 words of Boggie fluff with barely any actual plot points just them being cute and cuddling. Also the softboggiesoftboggiesoftboggie wip on my WIP tag game over on my main @beethovensbitxh

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None of the boys had really objected to the idea of movie nights when Reggie innocently suggested it one night. He’d been having kind of a hard time, and Bobby didn’t have the heart to admit that no we don’t have a spare TV just lying around. The three of them had loaded into Alex’s shitty hand-me-down station wagon to go find one after that.

Now, I’m not saying it became tradition after that. But it totally became tradition.

Every Friday night at a quarter to 10, the four boys would pull the couch out into a bed and plug in the TV they’d found tucked away in a Goodwill. It was in almost working condition, it just had a few bruises on the screen. Reggie didn’t mind though, ‘cause at least his boys actually wanted to watch something with him.

“We watched this two weeks ago!” Alex had protested one too many times, throwing a handful of popcorn at the screen and then throwing himself back against the cushions. “Oh c’mon ‘Lex! Don’t be such a- a debbie downer!” Luke would always laugh and reach over to slap his shoulder.

It didn’t matter when Alex fell asleep halfway through what was supposed to be the most exciting part.

It didn’t matter when Luke got distracted at the 45 minute mark and scribbled something in his notebook down and then stared into space for another 10 minutes.

And it definitely, totally, didn’t matter, didn’t even affect him, when Bobby leaned his head against Reggies shoulder and moved closer than they’d previously been and Reggie could feel Bobby’s ribs moving so slowly with each careful breath, he was afraid to move and break the fragile thing on top of him.

Bobby had never been the most affectionate physically. He was always the last to join the band hugs, and the only person that really touched him all that often was Luke because he had strangely smooth skin for some reason. It’s not that Reggie didn’t want to touch Bobby. He just wanted to respect his boundaries. 

Unfortunately for him, it didn’t seem like sleepy Reggie really understood those boundaries.

They woke up the next morning, alone on the pullout surrounded by pillows and drifting beams of sunlight. Yet someone had been thoughtful enough to close the blinds, blocking out most of it. 

Bobby’s head was buried in Reggie’s chest, and Reggie had been rubbing unconscious circles along his shoulder blade, scrunching up the grey shirt Bobby had been wearing. He felt Bobby’s hand tighten on his own shirt when he stopped, and he figured that he hadn’t been the first awake. Each time his chest rose, Reggie could feel Bobby’s nose press into his ribs and he’d press his hand into Bobby’s back only slightly, giving him that comforting feeling he’d craved for so long.

Yet they stayed, holding onto each other as if Luke and Alex didn’t exist and weren’t waiting for them to wake up so they could busk down by the pier. The hum and the glow of the TV had shut off some time before, as if someone had turned it off halfway through the night and left them to themselves.

They didn’t talk about it much after that, but on the nights where Bobby just really needed the smell of laundry detergent and a warm body, he’d scoot closer to Reggie, who’d immediately get the hint and lift his arm to let him in.

And Reggie still called him Bop-it and tried not to make things weird, so he kept his distance and as unattached as he could.

Bobby thought that whatever had been happening between them was mutual, at least it felt like it had been, but he chose not to say anything. 

Maybe he’d taken it the wrong way and the other wasn’t actually into him like that. Maybe friends really do just hold onto each other like they’re the world and shits falling apart around them but at least they have each other and that’s okay. Maybe he’d just let his emotions get the better of him.

It wasn’t until Bobby nearly pinned him against the wall after a very successful shot at winning a wrestling championship that they shared anything more than those Friday nights turned Saturday mornings. Reggie could taste the caramel dip he’d had that morning and feel the sweat as he ran a hand through Bobby’s hair, but he honest to God didn’t care about anything–anyone–else.

He could only hear the fluorescent gymnasium lights buzzing like a fly in his ear, and the cheers of the crowd faded into background noise. It was slow and fast and so very quiet but he wanted to switch his ears off and focus on just kissing Bobby. That single moment turned into hours in the front seat of Bobby’s car in Griffith park, watching the lights behind the Hollywood sign and just being there. Together. 

At one point Bobby switched off the radio and turned to look at Reggie, who hadn’t even really processed why they were out there, and he just smiled. “What’re you doin’ Bobbers?” Reggie had asked, turning to look at Bobby, wanting to study every little detail of his lips.

“I’m just…” Bobby trailed off, glancing back towards the windshield. “Can I kiss you again?” his voice was sweet and Reggie had barely even said “yes” when Bobby was pressing a kiss into his lips, one that Reggie so eagerly returned. He raked his hand through the other boys hair and he could tell that it’d all be okay.

The next day they had goofy grins over their faces, and Bobby was more touchy with Reggie than he’d ever been with Luke but Luke didn’t really seem to notice because he was wrapped in staring at Julie from across the hall and coming up with the best way to ask his own girlfriend to the prom. At some point or another Bobby had grabbed onto Reggies hand to pull him out of the way of a crowd of confused freshmen, and then he never really let go. 

“Regsticle, c’mere…” he’d pulled his counterpart into an empty stairwell and held his face as if it was the most precious thing on Earth. His laugh was almost infectious as he pressed quick kisses onto Reggie’s face and both almost collapsed in a fit of giggles. 

“Lucky to have you Reg…” Bobby had finally said once they’d regained their composure, and Reggie took in a deep breath. “I know…”

“Did you just fucking Han Solo me?” Bobby asked before they fell back into another laughing fit.

Thisthing had attracted the attention of everyone, even Bobby’s cousin. Carrie was interning at a gossip column and wanted to know every little thing going on in the school. “Oh come on! Just tell me! I won’t tell dad!”

“All you have to do is come to one of our practices” Luke had told her as they walked down the halls, Carrie hot on their heels with her phone recording in one hand. Julie just chuckled and kissed him on the cheek, breaking off back towards her friend. 

They hadn’t exactly put a label on it yet, and Bobby was okay with that. To be fair, he did want to scream “look at my boyfriend!” at the top of his lungs to anyone that would listen, but they still hadn’t talked about it yet and it would still be fine if they never did.

But the lingering gazes across the room at each other and the heat burning at Reggies cheeks always left a mischievous glint in Bobby’s eyes.

But sometimes he’d get so caught up in the beauty of that boy that he wouldn’t even notice Reggie staring back at him. And they’d get caught in an endless gaze when tunnel vision set in and the world around them fell away.

“What?” Reggie asked one day after he’d felt Bobby’s eyes trained on him. Bobby just shook his head and let a smile creep up on him. “Nothin’. You’re jus’-” He trailed off, his eyes meeting Reggies lip and he took in a sharp breath. 

“Hm? The… hottest person you’ve ever met?” Reggie smirked, pushing a strand of hair out of his face. Bobby’s breath hitched and he had to cough to get himself to snap out of whatever trance he’d accidentally stuck 

There was a groan from behind Reggie. Luke had hung his head, “You two are so gross”. Reggie giggled and Bobby fell even more into whatever feeling he was getting at that moment.

.Movie nights happened a lot more, except sometimes there was no movie. Sometimes it was just them. Bobby and Reggie. Reggie’s arm draped over Bobby’s shoulder, rubbing those same circles into his back and his other arm underneath his head. Bobby holding onto Reggie’s shirt with one hand, face buried in his chest. And sometimes they didn’t even sleep, or at least Bobby did. The small massage put him straight to sleep most nights. Yet Reggie would lay awake and question how he got so damn lucky as he pressed delicate kisses to his boys temple.Reggie was alright with it.

Other nights they fell asleep back to back, and Bobby could feel Reggies shoulder blade but it was strangely comforting and he didn’t fully understand why but he didn’t really care. Their body heat blending together under the comforter and creating a blanket of warmth wrapped around them. And sometimes Bobby would reach his hand back and find Reggies waiting, and wrap them together just as Reggie was falling asleep.

“You’re an idiot” Bobby joked as he pushed Reggie away. He’d been trying to read and Reggie would not take no for an answer when asking the question “wanna cuddle?”

“Yeah whatever! You love me!” Reggie stuck his tongue out, trying to fight off Bobby’s hardcover book being batted at him. Bobby finally threw his book to the side and rolled to hold himself over the boy in his bed, running his hand along Reggies temple and smiling. “I do… love you…”

It was the first time either of them had dared mutter it, but Reggie smiled so wide and flung himself up to wrap his arms around Bobbys neck to kiss him so hard Bobby almost fell down. 

“So you love me?” Reggie chuckled once they’d pulled apart. Bobby looked away and nodded slowly, “Ye-yeah. Yeah I do. I love you Reg…” he said because he did. He loved Reggie Peters and really didn’t care if anyone knew.

“I know…” “Will you stop fucking Han Soloing me!”

Hi, yes, uhm. I wrote this. I made a few people cry over it.

It was fueled my pure angst and no sleep for 24 hours. Read it if ya want, cry even maybe. Just have a fun time.

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and though i’m happier now, i always long somehow, back to 1995

All That Remains - chapter 13 preview

Happy Day 5 of @jatp-sci-fi-week!!

What better way to celebrate a Sci-Fi Media AU of JATP than with my beloved not-ghosts in space?

It’s been a while since I’ve done anything new with space boys (Willie and Alex from my fic titled All That Remains for those of you who are new). They’ve been on my mind recently (thank you Ryn), so I dug up the opening scene of chapter 13! This was written back in March and WOW do I ever miss them!!! It was fun to make a quick return to this doc.

Click below to read this tiny crumb of space boys! I hope you enjoy!

ALL THAT REMAINS, CHAPTER XIII: CALLIOPE

(you can read chapters 1-12 of “all that remains” on ao3!)

“I can’t believe you.”

“Me? What about you!”

“I’m not the one who took a wrong turn.”

“I’m not the one who crashed the speeder bike!”

“You are though because, look behind you, dude! You see the smoke? Crashed. Wrecked. Dusted. Kicked the bucket. I don’t know how to tell you this, but your bike is toast.”

“Yours is too! You crashed first!” A pause, then— “You started it!”

Alexander squeezed his eyes together and blew out a measured breath.

This was going to be a long day.

“Children,” he called out without turning around, “let’s all calm down.”

That only spurred his friends on more. Shoes scuffed against dirt. Dust was kicked up. A pebble hit the back of Alexander’s legs. Luke’s laugh was loud and giddy. Bobby’s cry was disgusted.

“I swear to all things good,” Bobby snapped, “get your finger out of my ear, Luke, or I will—”

Alexander rubbed his forehead. “And let’s keep our hands and feet to ourselves, yeah? Force, you two…”

Not even a second later, Luke’s arm was around Alexander’s shoulder, pulling him down to his height and jostling him out of pure joy.

“Aw, someone’s grumpy,” Luke teased. He glanced behind Alexander’s head at Bobby and smiled. “What do you think? He woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“We didn’t have beds last night,” Bobby pointed out dryly. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, as if he was fighting a smile. “Plus, it’s more likely that something pooped in his rations to put him in this bad of a mood.”

“Oh, you’re so right,” Luke agreed. “Alex, you—”

Alexander shoved Luke’s arm off him and glared.

“Okay, first of all; it is Alexander. Alexander. It’s a full word, dude. And I’m not in a bad mood. I’m stressed. You’ve heard of that, right? Stress? Because we should all be feeling it right now.”

It was true. Alexander felt like he was suffocating in it. There was this weight pressing in on him from all sides — a weight that intensified with the knowledge that they were on a mission and already messing it up.

“Okay, we crashed the speeder bikes. Not a great start to the day.” He crossed his arms and blew out a breath. “I just… it’s our first mission alone — the three of us together. We need to make a good impression and I just— I want to take it seriously, and—“

“Hey,” Luke said quickly. His voice had softened. The mirth on his expression had washed away completely, leaving him more somber than Alexander could recall. “I’m just teasing. I’m a jerk. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, Luke’s a jerk.”

Luke ignored him.

“We are taking this seriously though,” he assured him. “This is important. The village is missing their food supply, and Palabee said—“

“Palabee gave us a boring job,” Bobby complained. “When you asked me to come to this planet with you, I wasn’t expecting to go on scavenger hunts for missing food. You know what? It’s probably an animal. That’s it. Once we get to the village, you’ll see! It’ll be—“

Bobby continued to talk. 

Luke leaned closer to Alexander’s ear. “Man,” he breathed, “he’s passionate, huh?”

Alexander wrinkled his nose and glanced down at Luke. “You are too.”

“Like I’d forget that. Palabee only likes to remind me every day.”

Alexander snorted. He said it as a joke, but it was true. Everyone pointed out Luke’s passion ever since they were kids.

There were still kids, really, but it was different now. They were Padawans. They were leading armies.

They weren’t the same kids they once were.

“I’m sorry,” Luke added quickly, “about your name. I forgot you don’t like the nickname.”

Alexander’s lips pressed tightly together. His fingers brushed against the fabric of his cloak, the path of his fingers familiar and worn.

“I don’t,” he repeated. “I just… Names are important. They have meaning. You and Bobby like your nicknames, but I… I like my name. My full name. It reminds me of my parents. Or… who I imagine my parents to be.” His expression remained stiff. Always hiding, always running. “Ever do that? Try to imagine what your parents were like? Wonder if they would’ve been good parents?”

Luke was silent for a long moment. Bobby must’ve heard Alexander’s question because he had fallen silent too.

“When I think of home,” Luke said slowly, “I don’t think of who my mother and father might’ve been. I think of you guys.”

Alexander clung to his words. Examined them. Pulled them apart and put them back together again.

Home.

Home with these two guys — these two guys he had known his whole life — these two guys that he cared about.

Alexander glanced from Luke to Bobby.

Yeah. It was a good thought.

“So,” Luke began, “listen, Alexander—”

//

“So,” Luke began, “listen, Alexander—”

“It’s Alex now,” Alex corrected quickly.

They had been here before.

Different planet, different friends, different life — same boy though. 

the only thing i hated in jatp is that the guys saw carrie and didn’t flinch. Like.. they did not care at all. Sometimes I even forget she’s bobby/trevor’s daughter because they don’t even mention it.. I mean okay what bobby/trevor did but they were still a family and carrie it’s a bit like their niece and nobody cares. Indeed I am also convinced that she should be able to see them thanks to this indirect bond with bobby/trevor (and I hope to have more information on their friendship because I still don’t want to believe that he is bad and that he has not told anyone about the boys. I’m sure when carrie was little and didn’t understand he talked to her about them.)

Reggie’s best look, argue with the wall. bye <3

I will fight anyone who says bad things about bobby, I don’t care. that guy lost his three best friends in a single night and we don’t know enough about him to call him bad.

I just wish to have a bobby background with the boys in ‘95 because I don’t want to believe he’s bad. he was 17 years old (maybe) and lost three of his best friends and I don’t want to justify it but he was so young and so full of pain. he was young and probably angry with the entire world and should have learned to live without them. losing one person is an immense pain but losing three? the night when everything should have changed for the better? I don’t want to believe he is bad.

let’s remember that he never published unsaid emily and he knew the song.

each member of sunset curve has a song by the wrecks that just absolutely fits their vibes

luke: revolution

alex: infinitely ordinary

bobby: this life i have

reggie: james dean

i feel like ive connected the dots but i cant figure out what it means