#jubobby

Heheheh thank youuuu! (124 words, so just over drabble, but I triedddd)

Julie beelines for the living room. It's late and traffic sucked. But Bobby is right there on the couch, lowering his paperback to smile up at her.

She drops onto his lap with a groan.

He folds her into his arms without dropping the book. "Long day?"

She nods against his shoulder. "Read to me?"

He presses a kiss to her curls and complies. His low, smooth voice washes over her, rinsing away the stress of the day. She turns her head to brush her lips against his neck in thanks.

Bobby's breath hitches.

He swallows hard. "Did you want me to read, or what?"

Julie lifts her head to kiss the edge of his jaw. "I'm good with whatever," she murmurs.

“Oh my god. You’re smiling!” “No, I’m not. Fuck off.”

JUBOBBY MY BELOVED

This is also for @innytoes, who requested this same prompt for them ❤️

She's not sure what prompts her to do it.

It's silly. But she likes messing with him, and she likes that he messes back. So…

She lets that spark of giddiness guide her.

Bobby sighs as her hands cover his eyes, but even though they're in the library, he doesn't hiss at her to cut it out. 

“Who is it?” 

And even though he's wry as ever, he also sounds…almost fond. It makes her brave.

“Your favorite person?” 

“Lola, then. You've been moisturizing?” 

She huffs a laugh. “Your other favorite.” 

“Ah. I thought she was in class right now.” 

“She would be, if it hadn't been canceled,” Julie replies, slowly unfurling her hands, only to gasp as he tilts his head back. 

“Oh my god. You're smiling!” 

He is, a luminous thing that she rarely sees, small yet radiant, like a sliver of the moon. It never fails to touch his eyes…

Or her heart, which promptly takes off. 

“No, I'm not,” he says, smiling wider. “Fuck off.” 

She really wants to take his face back into her hands, to lean down and kiss him, but she just makes a show of rolling her eyes even as she smiles back. 

“That's no way to talk to one of your favorite people. What would Lola say?” 

His eyes widen ever so slightly before he breaks contact, looking down at his notes. 

“She wouldn't—I have a reputation to maintain, you know.” 

Julie wonders what exactly he isn't saying, although she suspects that she knows. 

She wouldn't understand. This is ours. 

Okay, the last bit is mostly wishful thinking. But she's pretty sure it isn't far-fetched. 

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“No.” Flynn says, before Julie’s even opened her mouth.

Julie crosses her arms over her chest and sinks down into the ridiculous bean bag that Carrie keeps in her bedroom - the one that seems stupidly overstuffed until you sit on it and find yourself suddenly enveloped and unable to escape. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“You were gonna ask me to ask Carrie if she can get you her brother’s number because you have an inherently horrible taste in men and an equally inherent need to destroy my relationship with my fiancée.”

For @queenofthequillandink you bastard ily happy birthday

hi!!  asjdksdfs ahhhh i’m always down to scream about jukebogs i love them so much so tysm for asking and also this ask in general, it made my heart rly warm and v happy!! :))) also yes, i am indeed writing that fic, i hope to get it done sometime this or next week :))

ty @a-tomb-with-a-view & @wadewaits for screaming about hc’s with me, some of these are theirs

bobby is the tall boyfriend, bobby takes full advantage of that and holds stuff over the others’ heads, hides snacks in the highest cupboard so they can’t get to them

bobby is not prepared for his three partners to climb him like a tree when they want something, usually in pairs or as a trio

julie and bobby seem like the sensible ones but lose all brainpower around each other. they’re a disaster waiting to happen and luke and reggie have to be the sensible ones

jubobby ideas usually include arson, weird and/or dangerous constructions in the house, standing on a kitchen table and arguing whether or not they can be held by the fan and spin around (they can’t)

peterpatter/ruke are always confused as to how they became the sensible ones and they have to make sure the others don’t hurt themselves

look. they’re all in love, very much so. but they also know that julie is >>>> and her boys treat her like that. they also don’t know how they got with julie because look at her

julie disagrees because she’s got her three idiots and they make her ridiculously happy

bobby is kiss averse at times and doesn’t like lip kisses so there’s lots and lots of cuddle times and kithes in the temple, forehead, shoulder, jaw etc. they soft

reggie rambles about their hyperfixations, everyone listens and asks questions. same thing goes for luke

julie and bobby want to commit crimes against the peters’ and the pattersons

luke and reggie try their best to get ray’s approval, as if they don’t have it already

self doubts are not allowed because the other three partners have lists on why they love the insecure one, bobby has a full on scientific powerpoint with graphs

so much singing together, screaming along to the radio, singing lullaby’s, singing for the fun of it

reggie and julie dance together while luke and bobby sing sometimes

bobby and luke try to be stronger than each other, julie and reggie don’t mind because they get carried around

hi m im love you <3

ok so sick of sleeping alone is a songfic, actually (and not for backseat serenade but the actual song is a secret for rn ;3) basically julie hops a train home to LA after running out on a performance at college (music grief and all), and she meets bobby who's meeting his band out in LA to try and make their big break. Julie is not too thrilled that the guy she was chatting up was a musician, and exactly what she was running from, but she's on an impulse spree and they end up passing the long train ride... together and they part ways, all is good and dandy, except she keeps meeting him, and they meet at gigs and she can't run anymore, though god knows she tries. basically fwb to lovers with a good dose of music crashing back to her life

(Okay I'm pretty sure this is in response to the first almost drabble I wrote you last week? So we're going with that, aiming for real drabble this time...)

Bobby turns back to catch her lips the moment his page is marked. Julie relaxes into the warmth of his kiss and brings her arms up around his shoulders.

They come together quickly, opposite poles of magnatized souls. The soft heat building through Julie's chest chases away the lingering fog of the day behind.

Time has driven the sun from the sky for the time being. Julie is left free to bask in the light of the moon as she pulls Bobby closer, closer, until there's nothing left between them.

"Welcome home," Bobby breathes.

Oh gosh yes please! I will take any and every excuse to write JuBobby! (Also I think I accidentally set this in my Jem and the Holograms AU... whoops! Oh well, I think it makes sense still without context.)

Bobby generally considers his girlfriend a levelheaded person. Sure, she's done some crazy stuff (See the history of how they even met in the first place), but in general, Julie thinks things through before she does them. And that's probably a good thing, considering the insanity of at least half of her brothers/band.

But even for the most even-keeled individual, fame does weird stuff. So when Julie gets back after what was supposed to be a casual family dinner (no significant others allowed on the first night of the visit to give Julie and her brothers a chance to catch up with Ray, Victoria, and Carlos), crashes onto Bobby's bed, and says, "I'm going to get a yacht," Bobby isn't entirely sure how to react.

He hits the save key on his computer and rises from his desk. "Is this a mid-life crisis?" he asks slowly, approaching his girlfriend and sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her. "Cause if so, I'm a little worried about your lifespan. I don't want to outlive you by that much, Molina."

Julie groans and rolls onto her side to look at him. "People can't recognize me on a boat," she states, voice flat.

Bobby winces, suddenly understanding. He'd turned off most of his notifications while he was working, which is probably how he missed whatever pictures have made it online of Julie and her brothers just trying to spend time with their family. He reaches out to run his fingers gently over her arm, offering what comfort he can.

"We didn't even have our food yet before someone came to ask for an autograph," Julie sighs, wriggling a little closer to him. "And then the waiters were staring, and...sometimes I wonder why I told the world my real name."

Bobby hums softly and lays down on his side, pulling her into his chest. "I'm sorry, Ju." This sort of thing has been happening more and more over the past nine months since Julie took to the stage as Dahlia and the crowd was chanting her real first name by the time she and her brothers finished the show.

"So I'm gonna get a frigging boat so I can hang out with my family without getting interrupted," Julie huffs, curling into his embrace, letting his cool hands smooth out the rough heat racing through her body from all the unwanted stares.

"I mean, I know it doesn't really solve the actual problem," Bobby begins, resting his chin against her hair, "but you could just bring them here if you wanted. Get some fancy takeout and just stay in together."

"I wouldn't want to kick you out of your own house though," Julie protests, looking up at him. "I mean, I know the guys and I live here too, but it's your home too. You shouldn't lose your safe space just because my family is in town."

Bobby forces down a joke about being used to it from how things were with Caleb up until a year ago. His therapist says that's not healthy, to downplay it like that. "I don't mind," he promises instead. "They're important to you. So, important to me. I can stay out of your way no problem as long as no one ends up in my room."

Julie cracks a tiny smirk. "Awww, so no sleepovers while they're here?" she teases.

Bobby chuckles and shrugs as best he can without loosening his grip on her. "I suppose something could be arranged," he responds. "You know, if the situation were desperate enough."

"So... you last maybe one night without me," Julie snarks.

"Hey, you leave my insomnia out of this," Bobby complains lightly, unable to resist the slow grin spreading across his face. "I managed just fine before we met."

"Lies," Julie retorts, pushing herself up on one elbow so she's above him.

"Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?" Bobby challenges.

"Go sleep in my amazing bazillion thread sheeted bed in my room by myself," she answers, smirking. "We'll see just how well you sleep by yourself."

Bobby raises an eyebrow. "I don't see you moving."

"Hey I got accosted by twelve-year-olds today, I'm not moving very fast," Julie says.

Hah, Bobby thinks. An opening. He reaches out and grabs an edge of his bedspread, flipping them over and pinning her down with the blanket and his body. "Well then you're not going anywhere," he teases.

"Oh no, woe is me," Julie laughs as she fumbles one arm free to cup the back of his neck. "I shall never escape."

"Nope, mine now," Bobby agrees before giving into her gentle tugging and leaning down to kiss her. "I'm serious though," he adds, pulling back a hair after a moment. "Just bring your family here. I know it's not ideal, but we can make it feel just as fancy as those stupid restaurants downtown. And here you can just be you."

"You're amazing," Julie says. "Think we can make it happen for everybody dinner tomorrow night?"

"Caleb has an impressive wine cellar," Bobby promises. "And he owes me and Willie and Carrie like... a lot."

"You know I'm technically underaged, right?" Julie jokes.