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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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Did I spend the weekend watching Stranger Things and get the urge to update this fic even if nobody remembers it exists?
100% yes.
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Juke Goonies au lol 1.3k
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Julie could have never predicted that her day would have played out like this. Like, this is insane. She had overheard Bobby Wilson on the phone saying he’d seen Sunset Curve heading out of town towards the cape. The cape her brother has been obsessing over for months because of a pirate’s treasure myth. And the band he hangs around when they are using her mom’s studio. (An easy feat now that she’s never there to kick him out.) There was no way that it was a coincidence. She knew he would be with them and that they probably needed adult supervision despite the fact three of them were 17. So, she and Flynn had grabbed an Uber to take them out to the cape. And sure enough, her brother’s bike was in a pile with theirs in the lookout parking lot.
She’d just wanted to bring him home.
What she hadn’t counted on was finding the boys trespassing in an old warehouse. Finding a secret entrance to a tunnel foretold by a treasure map that they stolefrom the archives her dad worked at. Then using said secret tunnel to escape getting chased by Caleb Covington and his henchmen. And then finding out that that same secret tunnel was filled to the brim with booby traps meant to keep the treasure safe.
She was completely unprepared to reignite her friendships with Sunset Curve and be swayed to keep on this ridiculous treasure hunt with them instead of accepting Nick’s help out at the wishing well. Unprepared for the strongest hatred she’d ever felt to drape itself on her shoulders when she found out that Bobby’s betrayal of the band went further than a typical fallout. Unprepared for the fierce need to protect Luke and the guys from the dirty and underhanded business practices of Caleb and HGC Records to flood her.
Completely blindsided by the realization of the depth of the hole it left within her when she’d retreated into herself after her mom passed. How could she feel the most like herself in over a year running from real life villains in a hole that should have been a myth?
No. She couldn’t have foreseen the events of this never-ending day. But she is unable to deny anymore how much she missed the guys. How much she’d missed Luke.
They’d just finished a quick break after keeping Alex from falling into a pit of spikes by the strength of his fanny pack’s strap and were continuing along the path. Carlos, Reggie, and Flynn in front, Alex and Luke in the middle, and Julie brought up the rear. using the moment to reflect on some things. She noticed Luke looking back over his shoulder at her several times. As her stride slowed a bit and the gap between her and the rest of the group got larger, Luke looked back over his shoulder at her more frequently.
Eventually he hangs back for her to catch up, resuming his stride once she comes even with him. They walk together in silence for a few minutes, Julie knows she has more pressing matters to be concerned about, but they all fade to the back of her mind as the skin of his biceps occasionally brushes against her arm. The tunnel isn’t wide by any means, but it can fit two people comfortably without them walking on top of each other. They’ve drifted into each other’s space, just like they used to. A small thrill shoots through her at that realization.
“Are you doing okay, Jules?”
The question drags her out of her thoughts.
“Hmmm? What do you mean?”
“You’re being fairly quiet.” He gestures around them. “How are you doing with… all of this? Listen, I hope you know we never intended for any of this to happen. We needed money to fight Caleb for our songs, and we weren’t having any luck anywhere else. When Carlos brought up the treasure and the map, honestly, we figured it was a long shot but might as well. Nothing else was working. None of this was meant to happen. I don’t even know how Caleb knew where to find us.”
“Bobby.”
Luke stumbles to a stop and faces her. “What?”
Julie stops too. “I overheard Bobby telling someone that’d he’d seen you guys heading to the cape. It’s how I knew where to find you guys. Now knowing about Bobby stealing your songs and taking them to HGC, I’m positive he was talking to Caleb.”
Just ahead of them, the rest of the group stops and appears to be figuring out how to open the next door. She can hear Carlos translating the map. Luke takes a deep breath, eyes closing in an attempt to calm himself at the continued proof of betrayal from someone he considered a friend. Suddenly, Julie feels very guilty.
“I’m sorry, Luke.”
His eyes pop open and look down at her, brow dancing in confusion. She pushes on.
“Last year, after mom died… Gosh, I was quite horrible to you, wasn’t I? The way things were between us… and I just dropped you like none of it mattered.” Her eyes begin to well up, shimmering in the light of their lantern. Unable to make eye contact with him, her gaze drops to the tunnel wall. “But it didmatter.You matter. And I’m mad at myself that it took getting chased into a secret tunnel by stupid henchmen with guns for me to face the reality that I’ve been incomplete, living a half life, without you guys. Without you.”
Luke ducks down to meet her gaze, his hands coming up to hold her face.
“Julie, I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting when you pushed us away-” Julie’s eyes drop again, shame continuing to course through her. But Luke tilts her face up towards his, determination burning in his eyes. “-but your mom died. We understood you needed space. Besides, we’ve always had an interesting little relationship.”
They both smile softly at that, Luke’s thumbs beginning to gently stroke the apples of her cheeks.
“I never doubted that you’d come back to me.“
Julie’s awareness of her surroundings narrows down to the boy in front of her, his eyes reflecting that same sureness that infused his words. And so has Luke’s if the way they are slowly leaning in towards one another is anything to go by. A thrill races through her at the gentle press of their lips.
It’s suddenly like the last year hadn’t happened. Memories of moments with Luke no longer echoes of what could have been as their arms wrap around each other, deepening the kiss.
“JULIE!”
She startles out of the kiss at Flynn’s tone. Wait, how long have they been standing here? Why isn’t Flynn being smug about her finally getting her shit together?
“Flynn?” she looks over at her friend’s face, finding only concern. “What’s wrong?”
“What’swrong?” she laughs sourly and gestures down the tunnel behind them. “They’re coming!”
Sure enough, they can now hear voices being carried down the tunnels towards them. A rumble sounds from in front of them. They all turn to where the rest of their group is, Luke slipping his hand down her arm to link their fingers together. That same thrill from before darts through her again.
“Oh, cool!” Carlos exclaims, looking into the next room they just unlocked.
“Not cool,” Alex groans. “Is that a piano made from human bones?!”
Reggie turns back to her. “Uh, Julie? I think we are going to need your help for this next part.”
hands of fate
he stares at their hands in wonder.
//
luke has always figured (and secretly known) that any change in life could be triggered simply by the brush one’s fingers, the grasp of a handshake, the slip of a hand in another.
an easy example would be when he had met his friends, his brothers. he had known even back then, as an excitable first grader, that simply by extending a hand in greeting, he was sealing the deal with a handshake.
a lifetime of friendship.
another example, one tinged with sadness; he was always tightly holding onto his mother and father’s hands, one on either side of him. if his hands were gripping onto them, then that meant he was safe — that they were safe.
his family.
he also knew that if he kept his hold on them, everything would be just fine.
but then his fingers slipped, and he let go; distracted by the shiny strings of a new guitar. he let go of his dad first, then his mom, hands and fingers outstretched towards the instrument.
he had nervously plucked at the strings, let his small hands reverently touch the neck of the guitar, the smooth shiny coat of varnish glinting back at him with secrets it held, secrets his hands were itching to discover.
he didn’t know it back then, but that simple brush of his fingers would alter the path of his life, forever: another example.
he no longer held his parents’ hands, no longer needed their reassurances to feel safe — his hands were always busy writing songs and playing his guitar, too busy to waste any time that might lead him away from his passion.
before he knew it, years had passed, arguments increased, and he no longer lived at home — no longer felt safe like he did on that fateful day many, many years ago.
luke had looked down at his hands, at his fingers, and wondered. would he be able to bridge the gap between himself and his parents by reaching out towards them using his hands? could he hang onto the both of them, just like he did when he was a kid? would that be enough?
he had prepared himself, using his hands to write a song that could help him open up, express himself and make them understand.
he was ready to face his parents, to hold their hands again.
except he never made it — brought to his own demise by his own actions, fingers holding up poison for him to ingest.
//
his first reflex is to introduce himself, holding his hand out in hopes to alter the mood in the studio. if only she could just reach out and shake it — then maybe she wouldn’t be so angry at them.
but she keeps her distance, her eyes as unfriendly as they were earlier, and he quickly pushes the thought aside.
he’ll have plenty of time for that later.
except he then quickly realises that he no longer has a physical presence on earth — no longer can his hands affect his surroundings, only sinking through the living world and leaving nothing behind.
it leaves him feeling empty — until he gets his hands on his guitar. if he keeps himself busy, if he uses his fingers to create something that would impact the world too far from his reach, he might be okay.
and it works. for a while.
playing music makes them heard.
playing music with her makes them visible.
as long as his fingers are plucking at his guitar strings, it almost feels like a dream come true.
until it doesn’t.
because he makes the mistake of shaking a cursed hand, makes the mistake of forgetting the importance of a handshake.
until it doesn’t.
because he makes the mistake of forgetting, just for a moment, as he reaches out to hold her hand, to thank her, to finally tellher — only to slip right through her.
how can he alter the doomed path that they’re on, when he can’t even hold her hand?
he doesn’t try again after that, doesn’t forget after that.
//
he stares at their hands in wonder, her fingers held tightly in his grasp.
he had been moments from disappearing — moments from no longer existing — as he stared in the watery eyes of the girl in front of him.
he had wished and wished and wished that he could hold her hand, just this once. a miracle before his end.
he blinks once, twice, eyes flicking up to look at julie’s face, the same sense of wonder etched on every inch of her skin.
he was holding her hands.
had her hands….changed the course of his existence?
he looks back down at their intertwined hands hanging between them, and a small smile ticks up at the corner of his lips.
luke has always figured (and secretly known) that any change in life could be triggered simply by the brush one’s fingers, the grasp of a handshake, the slip of a hand in another.
but he now openly knew that julie molina’s hands could change the fate of the universe.
and he planned on never letting go.