#raybse

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

build a new silhouette in the skylines up ahead

@weneedglitter Parenting!

ok so i wasn’t gonna write a new thing and then @sunsetcurvecuddles and @oldsmobile-hotdogs convinced me to write a new thing, sooooo. Read on ao3 here!

Post-Orpheum. Ray/Rose plus Bobby, can be read as romantic or platonic, whatever you want (though my wip document for this was called Parenting so do with that what you will). Featuring a lot of Puerto Rican terms of endearment cause I could. 

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Rose isn’t quite sure what wakes her. The alarm clock on the bedside table reads just after 2am. The night is dark and quiet outside her bedroom window. Next to her, Ray sleeps soundly on his stomach, snoring with his face buried in his pillow. But Rose is used to that, reaches over almost without thinking to bury a hand in his hair and gently tug his head sideways so he can breathe. It could be any night, calm and familiar, since they moved in together. It still doesn’t explain what dragged her from her dreamless sleep six hours before her alarm, or why she’s got this odd tingling feeling in the back of her mind—the kind of feeling her abuela would call her “maternal instincts” and set Rose off on a feminist rant about the oppressive expectations of motherhood on women under the age of 30–telling her that something’s wrong.

It takes her another few minutes of breathing into the silence, glancing around her room like she’s waiting for some monster to pop out of the shadows, and then something catches her ear from outside: a distant clanging sound, like metal against metal. 

Her eyes widen, and Rose scrambles out of bed with a muttered curse, hurrying to the window to make sure she’s come to the right conclusion. Luckily, her bedroom overlooks the driveway connected to their little townhouse, so she barely has to flick the curtains aside to glimpse Ray’s junk-bucket van and, just visible from this distance two floors up, the legs sticking out from underneath it. 

Rose sighs, one hand on the windowsill, and considers just throwing it open and shouting down for her insomniatic roommate to go the fuck to sleep. But she knows he won’t listen, and that it’ll only make him feel more guilty for inconveniencing her than he already does, so instead she turns back to the bed and crouches down to place a gentle hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder, leaning in close to murmur in his ear. “Ray? Can you wake up for me?” He groans, and a smile plays at Rose’s lips. “I know, papi chulo, but I need you to wake up, just for a minute.”

Ray grunts, but obediently rubs at his face and pushes himself up. “What’s wrong, is everything okay?” he murmurs, his voice a groggy rasp, still clearly half-asleep and yet alert with concern.

Rose’s heart tugs with so much gratitude for him. “He’s tinkering again,” is all she says.

Ray nods, rubs his hands down his face one more time, and then blinks owlishly, his gaze settling on Rose. “I’ll get the coffee, meet you out there?”

“You’re the best.” 

She darts forward to kiss him and then they both reluctantly get to their feet, moving in sync, Ray tousling his already-mussed-up hair as he heads straight for the kitchen while Rose throws on a bathrobe over her pajamas and slides her feet into slippers. She pauses only to grab her keys, a bottle of water, and the bottle of Imitrex from the kitchen cabinet, kisses Ray once more on the cheek where he stands scooping Café Bustelo into the cafetiera, and hurries out the door and down the stairs into the night.

Ray’s bright orange 70s van sits up on blocks in the driveway. It broke down yesterday for about the sixth time this month when Ray was coming home from work; he had to push it the last two and a half blocks. Really, they should’ve seen this coming.

As Rose gets closer, she gets a better glimpse of the legs sticking out from under the van, loose black sweatpants and grubby sneakers, feet tapping the concrete to the beat of music Rose can just barely hear, muffled but pounding like it’s blasting through headphones. She sits on the curb and gently nudges the tapping foot with one of her own. It freezes, the music abruptly stops, there’s the unmistakable clanging of tools being tossed back into their toolbox, and then Bobby rolls out from under the car on his makeshift dolly, tugging off the headphones connected to the Walkman hooked to his waistband. He’s shirtless and almost ghostly pale in the dim streetlights, the dark circles under his eyes standing out in stark contrast as he sits up and braces his hands on the ground behind him, blinking widely up at her. 

“I woke you up,” he says, voice hoarse and crackly like he’s been sick. Or crying. “I was trying to be quiet.”

This is something Rose has learned about Bobby in the last few weeks. He gives reasons, never excuses. And he never apologizes, not directly, not with words. She can’t help but wonder if this has always been true of him, or if it’s a tendency he’s only developed since that terrible night at the Orpheum. 

She shakes her head, forgiving him, and holds out the water and pills she brought. He makes a face but takes them and comes over to sit next to her. “I’m fine,” he says unconvincingly, even as he cracks the water bottle open and takes a sip with a pained wince.

Rose waits until he’s popped two of the pills and drunk half the water before she lets herself relax, scooting closer with a feigned shiver (even though it’s a warm August night and she’s wearing more clothes than he is) so that she can get away with pressing into his side, offering comfort he didn’t ask for under the guise of seeking some extra warmth. “Ray’s making coffee.”

“Shit,” Bobby whispers, rubbing at his forehead. “I woke him up, too.” He doesn’t apologize, but she can tell he means to in the tightness of his jaw, the shadows on his face. 

“Actually, I did.” Rose bumps her shoulder against his, making him blush and duck his head away from her gaze. “I thought you could use some company.”

Bobby shakes his head, drinks some more water, winces with every swallow. For a long time, he says nothing, and Rose doesn’t push him, just sits there next to him, ready and waiting to listen when he can find the right words to say. He frowns into the middle distance for another minute or so, then shakes his head again like he’s refusing some unwelcome thought and says, “I just couldn’t sleep. My head hurt.”

She slowly reaches a hand up, telegraphing every inch of movement, ready to stop if Bobby so much as flinches, and strokes his hair back out of his face. He tenses up at the touch and then sinks into it, a shudder running through him. He drops his head onto Rose’s shoulder and she abandons all pretense, carding her fingers through the silky strands of his hair, gently rubbing some of the tension lines out of his forehead. “Your head hurts because you don’t sleep, muñeco,” she murmurs.

Bobby raises his head just enough to shoot her an annoyed glare—he claims not to like the Spanish terms of endearment she and Ray throw around, claims he doesn’t know what they mean and therefore thinks they’re making fun of him—but there’s no real heat to it, and he returns his head to her shoulder a moment later, nuzzling in closer as she strokes his hair. “I can’t,” he says after another long silence, so quietly Rose almost doesn’t hear him. “Every time I close my eyes, I see them. I just can’t stop seeing them.”

Rose tugs him closer into her side, presses a kiss to the top of his head, smiles into his hair when he makes a disgruntled noise but doesn’t actively protest. 

This is something else she’s learned about him. Bobby wants so badly to be touched, so badly to be cared for, so badly to be loved. But it must be given freely to him. Because he’ll never ask.

Behind them, the front door creaks open, and Rose turns her head to give Ray a tired but grateful smile as he joins them in his ratty pajamas and socked feet, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. He hands one to Rose and keeps the other for himself, then settles down on the curb on Bobby’s other side, pressing in close as he sips his coffee. Bobby sits up and frowns at him, mock-offended. “Hey, where’s mine?”

Ray shakes his head, doesn’t even look at him. “Mm-mm. You don’t get coffee until you sleep through the night. House rules, cariño.”

Bobby makes a face and turns to Rose for help. She just laughs into her own mug, shrugging unapologetically, and Bobby pouts. 

“How can there be house rules when you don’t even own a house?” he grumbles, but shuffles closer, leaving Rose’s gentle hold to press his face into Ray’s shoulder. “God, I’m exhausted.”

Rose drinks her coffee and rubs soothing circles into Bobby’s back, feeling the too-thin, too-cold planes of his shoulder blades. A shudder runs through him that might be from the cold, the touch, or something else entirely. Rose meets Ray’s gaze over the boy’s head, sad and sympathetic and more worried than either of them has any right to be at 21 and 23. They may be older than Bobby, but they’re practically still kids themselves, and yet somehow in the last month they’ve taken this frail, broken boy under their wing, and sometimes they don’t know how to help him, don’t know if they can, but other times, like this, just being there for him is enough.

“They would’ve liked you,” Bobby says into Ray’s shirt sleeve, tensing under Rose’s hand. He doesn’t specify whom he means, and he doesn’t have to. Rose will never forget their names, even if she only heard them once, couldn’t even bear to read the article about them after that damn reporter tried to track Bobby down for a comment. Luke. Reggie. Alex. Bobby’s band. Bobby’s boys.

“If they loved you, nene, then I’m sure we would’ve liked them, too,” Ray says softly. This is what Rose loves most about him, these moments when she doesn’t know what to say, how to soothe, but he does, always. She’s so grateful for him, her sweet Ray who never met Sunset Curve, never knew Bobby before he was broken, not even for the hour that Rose did, and welcomed him into their lives anyway, didn’t question or complain for a second when Rose said, Meet me at the hospital. He can’t go back there. Please, mi corazón, can’t we help him?

Bobby shudders again, and Rose thinks he might be crying, but he makes no sound as he slumps forward, arms around Ray’s waist, face buried in Ray’s chest. Ray startles just the slightest amount, lifting his coffee cup out of the way so that it won’t spill, and then slowly lowers his arms to cautiously wrap around the boy. Rose reaches over and takes his mug for him, places them both on the curb next to her, and leans in to join the hug, pressing her lips to Bobby’s bare shoulder and whispering senseless reassurances into his skin. 

Later, Ray carries a sleeping Bobby back into the house and lays him down in Ray and Rose’s bed, and they climb in on either side of him and hold him close as he gets his first full night’s sleep since the 22nd of July. 

In the morning, Bobby shuffles into the kitchen bleary-eyed and squinty, moving slowly like he always does when he’s coming down from a migraine and doesn’t want to risk making it flare up again. Rose nudges him until he agrees to eat some breakfast, and Ray places a mug of fresh Cuban coffee in front of him with a kiss to his forehead and a whispered, “You earned it, bonbón.” Bobby doesn’t thank them, but he doesn’t need to.

“I’ll finish fixing the van today, Ray,” he promises once he’s finished eating. “And Rose, I noticed some of your guitars need re-stringing, if you want me to take a look.”

Rose exchanges a sort of fondly exasperated look with Ray across the table and strokes Bobby’s hair out of his face. “We already told you, Bobby. You don’t need to earn your keep. You just focus on getting better, and let us take care of you, okay?”

He blushes, ducks his head, but nods and mutters, “Yeah, sure, okay.”

Ray reaches a hand out across the table, palm up, pointer finger extended. Rose grins and links her finger with his, then nudges Bobby’s shoulder. He looks up, confused, and then his face relaxes in understanding and he manages something almost approaching a smile as he reaches out and taps his index finger against theirs, not quite joining Ray’s little handshake but not refusing it either. It’s good enough.

As they sit there, the three of them, Ray and Rose forcing water and painkillers on Bobby and giving him judgmental looks when he pours a second cup of coffee, Rose wonders if this is what parenting will feel like, when someday (in the very distant future, Abuela) she and Ray are ready to have kids (because there is no doubt in her mind that she will marry this man). They’re not Bobby’s parents—not even close—but she thinks he might be good practice for them anyway. In late nights and little sleep. In how to work their lives around someone else’s wants and needs. In caring for someone with so much of your heart you hurt when they do. 

She thinks they’re doing a pretty damn good job at it, too. 

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Taglist: @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @nickalicious @reggiescrookedteeth @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @spidergirl0325 @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @cest-la-vie-de-la-lee @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @moreflowersthanweeds @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @shellydominique 

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #fanfiction #jatp fanfiction #my fics #rose molina #ray molina #bobby wilson #raybse #ray/rose/bobby #ray/rose

[between-two-fandoms]

thoughts on bobby/rose/ray?

Fkdkkekd yes.

Anon I would die for Raybse.

Mostly I hc the 90's ot3 takes place after the boys died. Luke/Reggie/Alex was a thing and Bobby had been watching from the outfield for years and at first he was angry because he never seemed to find the connection they have with an s/o and then one day he realized oh shit I'm in love with my bandmates but he never acted on said feelings because he's always the friend on the outside looking in. How could the boys ever love him? They only hang out with him because he's their rhythm guitarist afterall.

They tolerate him, not like they've ever invited him to movie nights or gone to him for help (they have, bit Bobby always saw it as pity invites). So even though he wants Luke's soft reassuring touches and Alex's warm hugs and Reggie to play with his hair he keeps them at arm's length so he doesnt have to worry about getting rejected. (Plot twist the boys loved bobby too but they thought bobby didnt love them back so they stopped going to him for personal stuff and they stopped inviting him to sleepovers, ect.)

Basically Bobby's just a kid with repressed emotions and then his three best friends and crushes all died on the same day so he gave up on love until he saw how smitten Rose and Ray were with each other.

Eventually after he starts to deal with his greif Bobby realizes Ray kinda looks hot in eyeliner.

@bobbywilsonsupremacy and I have built Raybse from the ground up and we will defend ot3 with our lives.

Bobby just needs some loving okay?

#julie and the phantoms #jatp bobby #raybse #i love them #90's ot3 #my children #bobby/trevor wilson #fdksskd #i - #rose/bobby/ray #make it angsty #angst #whump

[bobbyshawsupremacy]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Ray Molina/Rose Characters: Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Ray Molina, Rose (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: they're in LOVE your honour, Bobby | Trevor Wilson Defense Squad, Sickfic, is there a tag for bobby being an absolute moron or, Bobby | Trevor Wilson-centric, Pining, Grief/Mourning, Smoking, me trying to remember what i myself wrote, why is this so short... ow, it's bc im sick, this is half me projecting, and half raysbe, the best combo, Getting Together, Polyamory, Self-Esteem Issues, if bobby wilson no hurt..... how fic??, i listened to mr loverman while writing this, Good times, idiots to lovers, Mental Health Issues, Suicidal Ideation, but briefly - Freeform Series: Part 1 of december Summary:

"The lights of the city felt like scalpels to his head, scraping down on him where he sat crumpled, tossed away like nothing- but he really was nothing, wasn’t he? Because he was still at the starting point. Because when he was eight, he ran away and drowned in the rain, and now he was eighteen, still running, still drowning, just in his own mind and memories and messed up lungs." - or; Bobby gets sick. That's normal. It's just that Bobby doesn't really see the point in getting better.

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Chapter 3 is up!

Chapter Summary: “This is my bed,” Bobby said.“You’re an idiot,” Rose replied, and then she kissed his cheek.And it wasn’t good enough. But it was good. - or; Bobby's never been good at getting past the starting point.

#fic: this state i'm living in #fic updates #jon doesn't know how to write #raybse #they finally get together you're welcome #ch: raising your voice to the rain #ch: tightest we've ever played #ch: best dad ever #ot3: here in the morning #jon be like i know one type of tenderness only #ray molina #jatp rose #bobby wilson #jatp #julie and the phantoms fanfiction

[sunset-bobby]

The next chapter of my fic is gonna be Raybse (is that what it’s called??)...and i’m excited to write it EXCEPT

I literally wrote the whole chapter as a dream and now I don’t remember half of it 😭😭😭

FUCKING HELL MATE

#julie and the phantoms #bobby jatp #trevor wilson #ray molina #rose molina #reggie jatp #alex jatp #luke patterson #julie molina #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #nick jatp #carlos molina #willie jatp #caleb covington #charlie gillespie #jeremy shada #owen joyner #madison reyes #taylor kare #sunset curve #jatp fanfic

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Ray Molina, Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Ray Molina/Rose Molina, Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Rose Molina Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Ray Molina, Rose Molina, Original Characters Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Kidfic, Bobby Has Younger Siblings, Protective Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson Has Bad Parents Series: Part 2 of The Shaw Siblings Summary:

But today, Ray and Rose are both working, and Bobby called out cause he’s got a stupid cold and got less than no sleep last night cause he was too stuffed up to breathe, so he’s the only one in the apartment when there’s a knock on the door. He almost doesn’t answer it— he’s been having a really great time drinking tea and watching Ghostbusters, he doesn’t want to ruin his day off by talking to people— but for some reason, he gets the sense that whoever’s shown up at 7pm on a Friday night is there for a good reason.

So, he shuts the TV off and takes one more sip of ginger tea before placing his mug on the coffee table. On the way to the front door, he grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the kitchen counter and blows his nose so that he won’t sound like such a weirdo if he actually has to hold a conversation with someone.

But then he pulls open the door, tissues still held over his face, and freezes. Because it’s not one of their neighbors standing on the doorstep, or a friend of Rose’s sent to check on him, or a traveling salesman.

It’s all four of his younger siblings, none of whom Bobby’s seen in over a month, with no adults in charge of them to be found.

Taglist:  @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @molinapattersons @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfiction #fanfiction #my fics #the shaw siblings #bobby shaw #bobby wilson #ray molina #rose molina #raybse #rayvorose #bobbyrayrose #sickfic #family

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Ray Molina, Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Ray Molina/Rose Molina, Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Rose Molina, Ray Molina/Rose Molina Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Ray Molina, Rose Molina, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Polyamory, Non-Graphic Nausea and Vomiting, Learning Disabilities, Undiagnosed Learning Disabilities, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fever, Self-Deprecating Bobby Shaw, Headaches & Migraines, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson Has Bad Parents, Past Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Reggie Peters, Dyslexia, Asexual Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, That's not like relevant but it's important Series: Part 2 of if things had been different Summary:

Sometimes Bobby feels like he’s tricking them, because he’ll remember some fact about birds Ray told him three weeks ago that Ray himself doesn’t even remember reading, or he’ll pull out trivia he learned from hearing the boys talk about music all the time, and Rose will say, “How do you know all that? You’re so smart!” And he’ll say, “I’m really not,” but she won’t believe him.

It’s not a big deal, though. Bobby has no interest in going back to school the fall after he loses his boys, so as long as he’s working a good enough job to pay rent, it doesn’t matter that he’s too stupid to read more than a few words at a time and he can’t spell to save his goddamn life and he never finished high school.

Taglist: @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @molinapattersons @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs 

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfiction #fanfiction #my fics #if things had been different #different verse #bobby shaw #bobby wilson #ray molina #rose molina #rayvorose #raybse #bobbyrayrose #dyslexic bobby #asexual bobby #angst #hurt/comfort #steve and james <3

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Ray Molina/Rose Molina, Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Original Character(s) Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Polyamory, Relationship Advice, non-graphic mentions of violence, Dramatic Irony, idk how to tag this nothing happens Series: Part 3 of if things had been different Summary:

James throws the door open, fully prepared to berate his husband for his inconsiderateness, and… freezes, the words, Next time I’m just gonna leave you out in the cold, Steven, dying on the tip of his tongue… because there’s Steve, all right. Standing on the front step, bruised and bleeding from the boxing ring, just like James expected him to be.

What he did not expect is for Steve to also be slumped over, unconscious, and being all but held up by one Bobby Shaw.

“Hey, James!” Bobby says, high-pitched and strained as he struggles to keep Steve balanced with just an arm looped around Bobby’s shoulders and his own limited strength. “Little help here?”

Taglist:  @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @molinapattersons @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #fanfiction #my fics #jatp fanfiction #bobby shaw #bobby wilson #ray molina #rose molina #original characters #steve and james #differentverse #if things had been different series #bobbyrayrose #raybse #rayvorose

[between-two-fandoms]

If you want to be added to my soon-to exsist-tag list reply to this post so your names are easier to find than if you just like or rb it.

Do people even want me to start a tag list? Probably not.

~ Ren

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp reggie #jatp willie #jatp alex #caleb covington #ren rambles #ren's taglist #mayhaps? #idk #who actually likes my writing #not me #<- there's my self deprecation popping up again #adhd reggie #adhd luke #adhd sunset curve #raybse #ray/rose/bobby

[between-two-fandoms]

Who We Used To Be (Ray/Rose/Trevor)

As told by myself and @thesevenumbrellas tag teaming the whump in the 18+ JatP discord. Sev I swear we operate on the same braincell levels, we do be clowning. @bobbywilsonsupremacy  let us know what you think of this! I know you and I both hardcore ship Raybse.

Cover was created by @thesevenumbrellas​. Please don’t steal it.

This post got long so fair warning.

We wrote this in a discord server over the time span of hours so there’s some mistakes but i’m too lazy to go back and fix it all. Basically we tag teamed on a Raybse Trevor Wilson-centric whump story and can destroy a fandom with a single touch.

You’ll understand once you click the cut.

Don’t Steal Our Writing (but please reblog this to spread it around).

Trauma Time.

major whump warning

(Ren) Okay so if we're gonna be starting at 90's ot3 my children ray/bobby/Rose know that Ray is a panic bi and loves both of these humans very much with his whole ass heart.

(Ren) He takes pictures of his girlfriend and boyfriend while they’re on dates because he wants to capture the moments he was happy the most. Bobby always shed away from the camera burying his face in Rose's shoulder or leaning in for a kiss. Anyways as time goes by Ray notices Bobby's change in behavior. From being his go-happy-trauma boyf to being caught up in the music scene, often out at all hours to parties and label meetings only to come to to sleep on the couch, not even sharing the bed like he used to. It reminds Ray of the time when Bobby was grieving his boys. Ray hates it, but he loves bobby so he pushes his feelings aside to try and arrange more dates for the three of them to go on together.

(Sev) Ray waking up to only Rose in the bed and not Bobby, and it feels too cold in bed without him. So he'll try to call him, because it's 3am and he's supposed to be home and he's not. And Ray remembers what happened to Bobby's bandmates, and he can't admit it out loud but he's worried. Because what if that happens to Bobby? He knows it was a freak accident! What are the odds of it happening again?? But he can't shake that feeling when Bobby doesn't come home at night and Ray stays up all night worrying. Anyway he tries to call Bobby and Bobby doesn't answer. He'll leave loads of voicemails, trying not to be pushy because he knows Bobby doesn't respond well to that. But he's worried. He'll say "hey please call me when you get this." and then ten minutes later try again "hey just text me that you're safe okay?" He can't sleep because Bobby still isn't home. It's 5am. He has to go to work in two hours. Rose keeps telling him to go to bed but he can't.[2:58 PM]Bobby finally texts back. "I'm okay! Was playing with some friends, the gig went over time and then we went to  party." Ray wants to be angry because seriously? No phone calls because he was at a party? But he knows that'll just push Bobby away more!

(Ren) And so Ray has all of these festering emotions that boil down to worry and concern at the core but he's just so scared hes losing Bobby cause he never really had his own family to begin with and then one day when Ray comes home early from a photoshoot he can hear Bobby and Rose fighting over Bobby signing the contract that says he wrote Luke's songs but Ray just hears yelling before he even opens the door with his name thrown into the mix and then he gets even more scared because what if he loses Rose and Bobby? if he lost both of them he'd be destroyed. So he doesnt knock. He doesnt go home. Instead he walks around the city until he was supposed to go home originally and he opens the door and there's a sort of eerie silence in the air.

(Sev) Trevor’s unable to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen to Rose and Ray because he's with them. His entire family were killed in 1 night because he wasn't there with them. So at first he's clingy as fuck to Rose and Ray because what if something bad happens when he's not there? What if what if what if... But as time goes on the thinking flips. Maybe it's the music industry that's the problem. It's these weird connections in his head of if he's too successful, bad things might happen. But he can't quit music like that, he can't give up on Luke's dream. He owes his boys to become successful. So instead he distances himself from Rose and Ray. That way they won't be caught up in whatever bad thing is going to happen to him. He distances himself and he waits for it all to drop. He waits for the universe to punish him again.

(Ren) And the universe punishes Bobby when the tension between him and Rose tightens so much he knows there's no going back from it but he's not admitting to stealing the songs because he didn't. He helped Luke write all of the songs more than Alex and Reggie ever did, staying up late with Luke after fights with his mom and Bobby didn’t want Luke to be alone so yeah, he wrote the songs. Maybe not as much as he claimed but he sure as hell made sure his brother wasn’t alone so that counted for something right? And it did. Until Rose kicks him out of bed because she's pissed he'd even consider stealing music and he cant tell Ray because of the NDA the label got him to sign at a party when he was drunk and the only reason Rose knows about it is because she was there when he signed the damn thing and so Bobby pulls away from Ray because isnt it going to be easier in the long run? If he doesn’t attach himself to Ray who'll just get angry at him like Rose did?

(Sev) It's the guilt that grows inside of him every passing day. They're my songs too he tells himself over and over again. But during the dark nights, three glasses of whisky in when the world is getting hazy... even he can't believe the lies he tells himself. He fucked up Sunset Curve. He fucked up his friends' memories. And now he fucked up the only good thing he'd ever had. Ray texts him nonstop. He doesn't understand why Rose kicked Bobby out and he doesn't understand why Bobby listened. Bobby can't take Ray away from Rose. He's fucked up and a terrible person, but even he can't do that. He doesn't give Ray his new address. He refuses to meet up even for Ray to give him his stuff back. All Bobby can do is hold onto Ray's sweatshirt he stole away and a bottle of perfume the same brand Rose always wears. He cradles these things in his arms and cries.

(Ren) And that's the last he sees of Ray for all of 5 years, 20yr old puppy-dog eyed loving precious ray who Bobby would run to the second Rose says its okay. But rose never does. And then Bobby meets a cute blonde and six months later the barista shows up on his doorstep shoving Carrie into his arms calling her a bastard child. Carrie is not a bastard child Carrie is his and he loves her the second he sets eyes on her and so Bobby turns into Trevor when the new year rolls around and he starts his own album. It doesn’t do as well as Luke's his first album did but it was his. And then one day Trevor signs Carrie up for dance because Trisha from first grade made fun of her for not being able to do the splits and on the way out of the dance studio Trevor bumps into Ray, a terrified looking girl clutched to his leg. Carrie doesn't miss a beat. "Hi! I'm Carrie let's be friends!" and Carrie drags Ray's daughter off and Trevor shifts awkwardly and is suddenly 17 again but Ray's eyes still twinkle like the did when they were kids and he's still wearing eyeliner so Trevor almost missed it when a flicker of recognition crosses Ray’s face and a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and he says, "hi im Ray, thats my daughter Julie. Wanna go out for a drink?" With that same mischievous glint in his eye that made Bobby fall in love with him in the first place.

(Sev) Trevor almost stops breathing. He should say no. He knows he should say no. He's an awful person. He doesn't deserve someone like Ray. He never deserved either of them. He knows that. But can't force himself to say no. Maybe it's the twinkle in Ray's eyes. Maybe it's the soul crushing loneliness he's felt ever since he left them. Or maybe it's the way Carrie and Julie are giggling in the corner like they've known each other all their lives. He says yes. The drink ends up at a family friendly restaurant with both the girls in tow.

(Ren) Rose shows up because Ray the asshole apparently texted her while he was in the car saying he met one of Julie's friend's parents and wanted to go out on a date (keeping things pg ofc) aklsdf. And when Rose does show up Trevor sees how... sick she looks. How much paler she looked than she did all those years ago how - he still knew he loved her even if she still decided she hated him.

(Sev) The mood drops quickly. Trevor wants to ask about Rose, but not in front of the kids. Ray wants to ask about their past, but not in front of the kids. Rose... Rose who holds all the answers... doesn't know where to start first. She had never regretted not telling Ray the truth. She never wanted to change Ray's perception of Bobby like that. Ray who looked at their boyfriend as if he'd hung the moon. Ray who stayed up worrying all night until Bobby came home. Ray who held Bobby through countless nightmares... But that makes the truth staring them in the face so much harder. Because she never gave Ray the choice. She realized that a few years too late after she catches Ray staring at old pictures of Bobby in their photo albums. She'd made the choice for him. And then there's Trevor... still beautiful, staring at her with so much concern her heart breaks all over again.

(Ren) The tension doesn't fly over Carrie's head like he hoped it would, she talks to Julie about My Little Pony and Pokemon and High School Musical and their mutual hatred for Trisha from school but Carrie's hand never lets go of his and he finally plucks up the courage and stretches his arm out and says "we're vegetarian for the most part, hope that's okay." And a smile quirks at the corner of her lips and she asks "for the most part?" and Trevor nods and Carrie pipes up from her seat saying "daddy hates hot dogs,” in that blatant fact kind of way kids say things without realizing how problematic it could be. It wasn’t her fault though, Trevor has yet to tell her about her uncles, about how he was in a band, about how they were going to be legends.

(Sev) Rose and Ray both freeze at Carrie's voice. He doesn't know if the girls notice, because he's too busy trying to fight back the panic in his throat. It's been a long time since anyone had brought up ... what happened. It's easy to pretend it didn't happen when his name is Trevor and no one knows him. But these two people know him. They know him more than anyone else ever has. Even the boys. The truth hits him hard at that moment. A truth he'd been avoiding for almost two decades. Ray and Rose know him better than even he knew himself. Maybe that was why Rose had been so furious with him, or why Ray continued to chase after him even months after he moved out. Trevor hides the building panic and sudden realization with a smile. "What an I say," he said as causally as he can. "I'm a picky eater." A few hours later they end up back at the Molina's house. Bobby has no idea how it happened. -No, Trevor has no idea how it happened, he scolds himself. He's Trevor. He has to be Trevor. Trevor got him this far, Trevor made the difficult choices. Bobby was the one who got his friends kill and destroyed the best relationship he ever had. Still, it becomes harder and harder to remind himself of that. To stop himself from slipping into the comfortable shoes of Bobby, boyfriend of Ray and Rose as if the past 17 years had never happened. He finds himself on their sofa, a sofa that brings back memories both good and bad... he finds himself in a familiar home, his old studio just a short walk away, his ex's giggling in the kitchen as they make his coffee the way he's always liked it without asking for a reminder.

(Ren) Trevor can remember the day he stopped drinking the coffee Ray made for him, the morning after his first fight with Rose, when he wakes up cold because Rose basically cocooned herself around Ray's body, keeping her back turned to him and as much as he wanted to reach out to Ray, to hug him and comfort him and tell him it was all going to be okay... everything was too stuffy and too tense and deciding he just had to leave because he was going to suffocate otherwise.

(Sev) He should leave, just like last time. What was he even doing here? He should take Carrie and- Then Ray's in front of him, pushing a hot cup into is hands. "The girls are playing upstairs," he says. His voice is so calm, so understanding. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to." Trevor almost laughs. Because that's so like Ray. Almost a decade without answers and he's giving Trevor the option to ignore it all. To pretend like nothing ever happened. But he can't be that selfish again. So he shakes his head. "I'd... like to talk to you... to both of you."

(Ren) And then suddenly rose is eyeing him sus but he's been putting this off for to long and honestly fuck his label because they screwed him over one too many times for him to still even consider their relationship anything other than employee-client1[4:06 PM]and so Trevor takes a sip of Ray's coffee holy shit how did go so long without it?! and he explains it. he explains everything.

(Sev) Ray doesn't speak as Trevor explains. He never interrupts or even look surprised. His face is completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Trevor's done. And then once he is, he only stands up to start pacing the room. Trevor's oddly reminded of Alex as he does so,  and the memory is enough to make him flinch. "This... this is what you two have been hiding from me for so long?" he asked, voice brittle. "This is... this is what cost us... I mean..." But he can't finish. Ray just shakes his head, back to both Rose and Trevor.

(Ren) Suddenly he's seventeen again. Seventeen and a mess in Ray's arms burying his face into the man's chest finally feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and suddenly Rose is hugging him from behind, her too-skiny bone arms snaking around his chest and hugging him tightly threatening to never let him go saying "amour," and pressing a kiss to the back of his head, "amour we never stopped loving you."

(Sev)It's like no time has passed by the time he's done crying his eyes out. They're all huddled on a sofa that was always too small for three. Trevor's in the middle, clutching at them both as if they're going to disappear on him. Ray sits with his legs underneath them, his arms pulling the both of them into his chest. And then there's Rose, suddenly so much more delicate than Trevor remembers. She sits half on his lap, curled into them, her fingers knotted in his hair. "I can't believe you two kept this from me," Ray whispers. There's no anger. He doesn't think Ray's ever been capable of being angry. "I'm sorry," Trevor whispers, throat raw from tears. Ray answers with a firm kiss to his temple. "We wasted so much time..."

(Ren) Trevor just lays between them in their bed, nothing sexual and nothing tense it’s just them being together and Rose playing with his now-long hair, braiding it right down the middle despite it being too long for others to braid. Her fingers feel nice as they tug at his roots, familiar and a sense of calm washes over him. He lets ray fop on top of him like they used to, burying his head in his chest just listening to his heart beat, his steady constant breathing because Ray used to be afraid one day he'd wake up and Bobby would be dead too. Rose humming lightly, soft lullabies that chased away dark thoughts and Trevor just finds it so comforting, a feeling of home he hasn't had since the day he left and so he wraps his arms around Rose and Ray tight, promising himself he won't screw up his second time around.

(Sev) It's a few hours later when he speaks again. The girls are asleep in Julie's room (delighted at their surprise sleepover.) Ray's almost nodded off, head resting against Trevor's chest. But Rose is wide awake. She's laid out, tangled between them, eyes focused on something far away. He can see it more clearly now. The tremble in her hands, the way she's so still, the circles around her eyes. He takes her hand in his. "What is it?"

(Ren) And Trevor wants it to be a prank, he wants the sinking feeling in his gut twisting around his heart, the same feeling he had the morning of Sunset Curve's Orpheum performance coiling up his spine to go away. He wants everything to be okay, that he told the truth, that he was forgiven, that the universe was finally on his side for once but of course it's not because when has it ever been.  Rose's fingers run lightly over his knuckles and Ray wraps his arm around him from behind, his hands resting against Trevor's chest, something solid for him to focus on and as a tear starts to roll down Rose's cheek he reaches up to brush it away, running his hand through her hair only to pull out a clump as he pulled away but he couldn't run when his instincts to run kick in like they always used to do when situations turned emotional, bury it in his mind and lock up his worries like he always did but this wasn't going to be something he could run from.

(Sev) Life is not the fantasy or a fairy tale. There are no happy endings, only happy moments. He'd like to say they picked up right where they left off, Rose lived until a ripe old age, and they never fought again. But he'd be lying. It was hard to fold their lives back into place again, especially with Carrie and Julie. To just pick up after their seventeen year old selves was an impossible dream. But they could do breakfast. And breakfast became dinner. Dinner became one date which became two which became many. It took trouble and care, but they slotted themselves back into each other's lives again. There were lunch dates, and movie nights. There were late night wine dates and early morning coffee dates. They found their happy moments. A decade of separation had smoothed out the rough edges. If Trevor stormed out after a harsh argument, he'd return the next day with flowers and apologies. If Rose snapped and lost her temper, she'd take herself off for a walk to cool down. If Ray was bothered by something, he'd speak up instead of pushing it all down. They found their happy moments. And when 1 month became 1 year, they celebrated with moving boxes and a new, bigger couch. When 1 year became 2, they celebrated with promise rings and whispers of a better future between light kisses. 3 years became 4, became 5, and so on... They found their happy moments. But life is not a fantasy or a fairy tale. Their story ends in a hospital. Rose dies with both her husbands at her side, with both her daughters and son clutching on her hands. She dies with a smile on her face, knowing she is not leaving them to suffer alone. Ray and Trevor grieve together.

(Ren) And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. They stick to their daughters through the worst of it but they don’t let the girl’s fighting rip into them too. It’s not what Rose would’ve wanted for them, it’s not what she would’ve wanted for Julie or Carrie either.

(Sev) And when Julie plays with her ghost band, it's much earlier that Trevor recognizes who she's playing with.

(Ren) Luke’s mad at first, ofc he is but after everything is explained and out in the open Trevor finds himself at home in a building that never felt like home despite the fact he grew up in it.

#trevor wilson #raybse #ray/rose/bobby #ray molina #rose molina #fanfiction #headcanons #whump #angst #18+ jatp discord #we do be whumping today #sev and i are clowns and had too much freetime today #i hope you all liked this slice of whump #bobby whump #ren write's #sev's writing #this is so chaotic #i love it #sev i love you #i broke your rule #oh well #julie molina #carrie wilson #ren rambles #look #i'm so bored right now #i needed to do this #ren has no regrets #neither does sev #we do be going after alex tomorrow

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@sunset-bobby so I did a thing and finished a fic. Just for u <3

#julie and the phantoms #bobby wilson #raybse #ray molina #rose molina #bobby fanfic #trevor wilson

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@bobbywilsonsupremacy and I plotting our next Sunset Curve and Raybse whump fics be like:

#julie and the phantoms #angst #fanfiction #meme #text post #sorry jon #im exposing us both #but not rlly #cause some of our convos will never see the light of day #sunset curve #luke patterson #raybse #jatp reggie #jatp bobby #bobby/rose/ray #bobby/trevor wilson #whump #im planning something borderline evil #that i will not apologize for

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Random ray met Bobby first Raybse hcs

They met in a bar when Bobby went off on his own so LukeandAlexandReggie can do their thing (also he is v jealous of their bond and feels like he isnt going to be a part of it so he broods).

Teen ray (18ish) sees sad!bobby and goes up to help him feel better.

They get to talking about Sunset Curve and Ray is like ya know if you need a demo...

And then Ray asks Bobby on a date in exchange for demo cover art.

#julie and the phantoms #raybse #rayby #raby? #ray molinaxbobby wilson

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Bobby, to Ray: asshole get off my lap I'm trying to write.

Ray, very confused: you climbed onto my lap?????

Bobby, wrapping his arms around Ray like a koala: you have no proof.

Rose, whose just done with everything: *throws a pillow at the back of Bobby's head* asshole where's my hug?

#julie and the phantoms #raybse #ray/rose/bobby #90's ot3 #theyre dumbasses in love #rose just wants to write music #rose and bobby are working on a partner album #together #and are going to dedicate it to ray #and call it mi amour #because all three of them are saps #its fine

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I created a group chat for Rose/Ray/Bobby!

Feel free to join and toss around headcanons of all kinds!

Pls repost to spread around.

#raybse #ray/rose/bobby #90's ot3 #headcannons #group chats #fanfiction #jatp #julie and the phantoms #bobby sympathizers #rose has the braincell #but she doesnt use it often #sunset curve

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Me: opens google doc to 1k words

Me: ah right, gay dads are gonna be going on a date.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfiction #raybse #trevor wilsonxray molina #carriexjuliexflynn #lesbigays #help #netflixwewantjatp2

[bobbyshawsupremacy]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie Molina/Nick/Luke Patterson, Alex/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn/Carrie Wilson/Reggie (Julie and the Phantoms), Alex & Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Luke Patterson & Reggie, Alex & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie, Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Carrie Wilson, Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Ray Molina/Rose, Kayla & Nick & Carrie Wilson, Caleb Covington & Nick Characters: Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina, Julie Molina, Rose (Julie and The Phantoms), Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn (Julie and The Phantoms), Carrie Wilson, Kayla (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, well okay is it a college au if only 2 are in college, whatever it works, i refer to it as the college au so fuck it, its a college au, anyway!!, Childhood Friends, genuinely i don't know what to tag, Underage Drinking, they're 20 tho, america is just Like That, Bobby is Not Trevor Wilson, he's his nephew !, Reggie Has Bad Parents (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby | Trevor Wilson Has Bad Parents, Bobby | Trevor Wilson Defense Squad, Alex Has Bad Parents (Julie and The Phantoms), Mentions of HIV/AIDS, not for any of the main characters tho, don't worry this is an incredibly Non Angsty fic, by the standards of what i generally write at least, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - No Ghosts, Mental Health Issues, Bobby | Trevor Wilson Has Autism, said nobody except me, but i said it so ha, Reggie Has ADHD (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Has ADHD (Julie and The Phantoms), it's abt the reconnection, the recovery if you will, its about the, Platonic Cuddling, them boys be clingy, ok cool anyway, Self-Esteem Issues, Pining, it's Tender i swear, Trauma Recovery, Past Child Abuse, Nick (Julie and the Phantoms) Has Autism, bc I said so, Panic Attacks, OK MAYBE ITS KIND OF ANGSTY............, Vomiting, but very briefly will put warning, if u see me updating the tags constantly no u don't Summary:

Sunset Curve forever, because they’re better together, but-

“Phantoms forever, right?” Reggie asks.

Luke clinks their bottles together. “Phantoms forever,” he agrees. - or; Bobby moves to Michigan when he's 15 years old, leaving behind his three best friends without so much as a goodbye. Five years later, he finds himself catching glimpses of the up-and-coming rock band Julie and the Phantoms (tell your friends!) everywhere he turns.

He misses them.

But the thing is, Bobby knows he's never been someone worth missing in return.

-

Chapter 3 is up!

Chapter Summary: Alex sighs, but lets her have her way. They stay there, sprawled out next to each other on the living room floor, lying in the middle of his New York apartment, and it’s the most simplistic wonder he’s ever felt in his life.

It’s nice having Flynn here with him. He can almost pretend with her. She’s almost perfect, almost homogenous to him. She tugs him out of dark corners, and she pushes his shadows to the side, and he can lean into her when the clouds are overwhelming, but she’s not the sun. Alex can’t crumble completely, wholly, into her. Not the way Julie can.

He was always able to crumble into Bobby. Bobby’s not around anymore, though.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #fic: count the falling stars #fic updates #jon doesn't know how to write #raybse