#finally wrote something about this version of boggie and i'm thrilled about it because they've lived rent free in my head for ages
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1.3k, T, Bobby/Reggie
Content warnings:Â underage drinking, references to bad parents, Reggie tries to kiss Bobby when Bobby doesnât want that but he backs off pretty quickly
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The frequency at which his friends show up at his house in the middle of the night really canât be good for Bobbyâs health. But itâs not like he sleeps much anyway, and itâs important that they know they have somewhere they can turn; Bobby would sooner die than pull that out from under them. So heâs only ever sent any of them away once, and that was because what Luke really needed to do was go talk to Alex, not whine to Bobby about him.
Itâs no surprise, then, when a series of knocks on the garage door pulls Bobby away from halfheartedly trying to work out a new melody without making enough noise to wake his parents, and itâs no surprise when he opens the door to find Reggie standing in front of him.
It is a surprise when his grin is lopsided, when his words slur together a bit as he says âHey Bobbers, fancy seeing you here,â when he takes a step forward and almost trips directly into Bobby.
Weirdly enough, âBobbersâ sets off Bobbyâs alarms more than any of the other glaringly obvious red flags. Thatâs Lukeâs stupid nickname for him, never Reggieâs. âYouâre drunk,â he says flatly.
âMmhmm, think so.â Reggie tries to laugh, but he doesnât look happy, he looks scared.
This is a new one. When Luke is drunk, he just gets all giggly, then even clingier and more affectionate than usual, and a little extra inclined to think heâs an artistic genius. And Alex is much the sameâa little more cuddly, a little looser with secrets heâd never give a voice to otherwise.
Bobby doesnât drink when there are other people around, and Reggie doesnât drink, period. Or, he didnât.
âCome here.â Bobby loops an arm around Reggieâs waist and guides him through the door. âAnd for fuckâs sake, Reg, call me next time and Iâll come pick you up.â
âNo next time,â Reggie insists. âDonât wanna do it again.â
âThatâs a good plan too.â Bobby leaves Reggie on the couch, says, âDonât move,â and crosses the room to grab a bottle of water out of the mini fridge.
Reggie stays almost perfectly still until Bobbyâs back, until he can adjust his position to make room for Bobby to sit beside him and wrap an arm around his shoulder and hand him the water heâs just retrieved. He looks absolutely miserable, the weak facade of joy heâd tried for a minute to maintain entirely vanished.
Bobby keeps his voice only slightly above a whisper when he asks, âAre you okay?â The answer is obvious, but he wants to give Reggie an opening to talk.
âI thought itâd make me feel better,â Reggie mumbles, âBut I donât, I donât feel good at all.â
âI know, I know,â Bobby says, running a hand up and down Reggieâs arm. âBut itâs okay, itâs gonna be okay.â
They sit there quietly for a minute until Bobby ventures, âSo do you want to tell me what happened or do I have to guess?â He wouldnât push if it was Alex sitting here beside him, wouldnât need to push if it was Luke, but Reggie always does better when he has permission to explain whatâs upsetting him.
He lifts one shoulder in a shug. âJust the usual shit with my parents.â
âGod, theyâre such assholes.â
For once, Reggie doesnât protest or uncomfortably change the subject, just says, âI know, and thatâs whyâI mean, I just wanted everything to stop, and youâre supposed to be able to drink your worries away, right? Except I tried that and now I have more worries and I donât know how to make those ones go away either.â
âDrink some water and sleep it off?â Bobby suggests. Heâs not trying to be dismissive of how Reggieâs feeling, itâs just that his instinct is always to move towards the practical and to act like nothing fazes him so that he doesnât make anyone freak out more. Reggie usually understands that, but Bobby still makes sure to add quietly, âIâm glad you came here.â
âMe too. Youâre a good boyfriend, you know?â Reggie looks up at him, eyes wide and sincere, and Bobbyâs swallowed up by guilt.
It's not the kind of guilt that ties him up in knots and makes him feel sick to his stomach, and it's not the cold, sharp kind of guilt that cuts straight through him. It's something quieter, a kind of guilt that makes his limbs feel slow and heavy and that always, without fail, creeps up on him when Reggie says stuff like this.
Itâs a kind of guilt thatâs always paired with a voice in his head that tries to argue against it, a tangle of defensive justifications that springs up automatically: he really does love Reggie, even if itâs not like that, and he doesnât want him to get hurt, and itâs not like heâs stringing him along for fun. And even if Bobbyâs doing something wrong by dating Reggie, itâs not as wrong as playing fucking mind games with him and demanding every second of his time and accusing him of cheating every time he so much as looks at one of his bandmates, like his last girlfriend had, or ignoring him completely for days on end just to turn around and expect him to drop everything for someone who had never once genuinely listened to him, like the girl heâd dated before that.
Reggie deserves someone who pays attention to him and treats him well and makes him feel special and loved and safe, and Bobby can do all of thatâheâs good at doing it; Reggie just said so himselfâso what does it matter how he feels about it?
But Reggie also deserves someone who gets all gooey at his smile and who gets excited to hold his hand and kiss him and take him on dates and who actually wants him like this. He deserves someone who would be proud to hear he thinks theyâre a good partner. And thatâs not Bobby, no matter how hard he tries to talk himself into it.
And if Reggie knew that, it would crush him and break this thing between them, and if their relationship is something that can be ruined by honesty, then Bobby has already fucked up beyond repair.
And none of this is the slightest bit helpful. Bobbyâs boyfriend came to him in the middle of the night looking for comfort, and thatâs what he should get, not Bobbyâs guilty spiraling. He needs to get it together.
Two deep breaths, and the feeling isâwell, not gone; contrary to popular belief and his best efforts, Bobby isnât actually capable of blinking his emotions away. But itâs packed away safely, some place where it canât interfere anymore.
âYou deserve good things,â he tells Reggie.
âYou too. Wish I made you happy like you should be.â Reggie does this a lot, he sees too much, but it catches Bobby off guard all the same, makes the guilt he just buried twinge in his chest. And Bobby doesnât even have time to process what the fuck that means, because heâs distracted by Reggie getting right in his face and trying to press their lips together.
Bobby turns away, and when Reggie whines and tries to lean in again, Bobby pushes him back as gently as he can, says, âHey, I donât want to kiss you while youâre like this, okay?â
âSorry.â He looks sorry, too, glancing nervously from Bobbyâs face to his own hands.
âItâs fine,â Bobby says. âHere, come on, get up for a second.â Reggie can definitely see what heâs doing, because they do this dance too often, trying to redirect whenever the energy between them gets weird. Itâs honestly what Bobby thinks Reggie was trying to do in the first place by kissing him.
Reggie does get up, though, and Bobby moves around so he can lie on his back, motions for Reggie to come back. Reggie lies down right on top of him, head tucked under Bobbyâs chin and hands slid under his shoulders.
âBetter?â Bobby asks.
âYeah.â
âGood.â He rests his hands on Reggie's back, steady and warm and solid. This, at least, he can do right.
#my writing#finally wrote something about this version of boggie and i'm thrilled about it because they've lived rent free in my head for ages#julie and the phantoms#jatp#boggie
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