#willexie

[invisibleraven]

silent fury - willie and anyone?

"Movie night!" Reggie declared as they entered the Blockbuster.

"One of these das they are going to kick you out for doing that every time we come here," Alex remarked.

Willie glanced over to the practically catatonic employee and smirked. "I don't think that dude would notice or care if Reg came in here naked, covered in hot sauce and dancing the Macarena."

"I don't even know how to do the macarena!" Reggie protested.

Alex rubbed his temples and wondered if it was too late to skip out on movie night and third wheel on Julie and Luke's date. "Let's just...pick our choices and go."

"We're getting snacks too right?" Reggie asked.

"Yes Sparky, we're getting snacks," Willie assured him. "You know I can't enjoy my flicks without Milk Duds and popcorn."

They all split up then-the first rule of movie night was that they all picked their own film, checked them out, and they were played in a random order until they finished them or fell asleep-whichever happened first.

Soon enough they were situated on the couch, snacks in hand, and Willie got the honour of pressing play on the remote.

"Yes!" he exclaimed as the credits started. "This was my pick! Silent Fury: Revenge of the Samurai!"

"Ninja movie?' Reggie asked as he bounced.

"Only the best!' Willie exclaimed. "There's no dialogue, but the action is amazing!"

"So he's silent but deadly?' Reggie asked, a huge grin on his face.

Alex groaned at that. "Reg, seriously? Fart jokes?"

Reggie shrugged, but he couldn't stop smiling, especially as Willie cracked up beside him.

"Oh man, now we need to add a soundtrack to the movie!"

Thus the ninja movie was interrupted by them trying to outdo each other's fart noises-until Alex let out the best one, and they agreed there was no topping that. However they had also missed a lot of the movie, and rather than rewinding, went onto the next movie.

"Dirty Dancing? Again?" Reggie asked, glaring at Alex.

"Hey, at least I didn't get Star Wars for the hundredth time!"

"I got Ghostbusters!" Reggie retorted. "And Star Wars!"

"Hey, we agreed one movie each!" Willie complained.

"It's for me to watch tomorrow by myself-unless Carlos wants to watch it with me," Reggie replied. "Plus I actually got Empire."

"Well now I kinda wanna watch that," Willie admitted.

"No Star Wars!" Alex argued. "We agreed, Reggie only gets to pick Star Wars once a month, and he already made us watch all three for May 4'th."

"Then I propose we only get one iteration of Dirty Dancing a month," Reggie retorted. "It's only fair."

"Yeah Alex," Willie teased.

Alex stuck his tongue out at them both, but let his shoulders sag. "Fine. Put on Ghostbusters then."

Reggie did a fist pump before rushing over to put on the movie, then coming back to snuggle between Alex and Willie.

"Hey Alex?" he asked as the ads before the movie played.

"What Reg?"

"Who ya gonna call?"

Alex groaned and smacked him with a pillow, not even caring that Willie decided that this was the start of a pillow fight. They might not have gotten through any movies in full that night, but they all agreed it was one of the best movie nights ever.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

on ao3. chapters and one-shots posted in chronological order below the cut.

Summary: Julie never found her way back to music, instead seeking a career in psychology that led her toward research in grief and loss and now a new job as a professor in a college. Sunset Curve managed to find moderate success as a band and Luke is also contracted as a songwriter at their label. They’re currently on a short hiatus while they adjust to life with a new family member and Reggie is taking the opportunity to take some classes in person with the slower pace and more stable lifestyle. Their lives begin to intersect in curious ways.

Primary Relationships: Willie/Alex/Reggie, Luke & Willie & Alex & Reggie, Julie & Flynn, Flynn/Carrie, Julie/Carrie, Julie/Luke, Ray/Caleb, Bex & Everyone

Rated T Aged-Up, Everyone Lives AU | WIP | JatP

Bex at Covington Records (Rated G)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

the important questions (Rated G)

Chapter 6

bad influence (Rated G)

Chapter 7

NEW Chapter 8

that's what Christmas means to me (Rated G)

rewrite the pain (Rated G)

come here you little gremlin (Rated G)

it's a trash can, not a trash can't (Rated G)

papa's got jokes (Rated G)

peace offering (Rated T)

what about love (Rated G)

[wr0temyway0ut]

Love You So Bad

Summary:

Oh, good!” Reggie chirps. “You finally noticed.” He gives them an expectant grin. “So…?” Alex and Willie return two blank looks. “So…?” Willie repeats. “So…” Reggie speaks slowly, as if they’re the dumb ones. “Will you guys go out with me?” 

Link in reblogs!

[innytoes]

So @bananakarenina took that middle picture because it reminded her of me, and well... you know I had to.

"See, I told you the sign would work," Reggie whispered, as the cool skateboarder and his even cooler skateboarding dog stopped in front of their cafe and then, cautiously, went inside.

"Hiiiii," Alex breathed out, embarrassingly, when Cute Skater took off his helmet and a waterfall of hair tumbled out. "I mean... what can I get you?"

Reggie, on the other hand, had already rounded the corner of the counter and was on his knees, letting the dog sniff his hand and offering her treats.

"We have coffee, iced coffee, boba, our numbers, chocolate chip cookies, blueberry muffins, lemon squares, and more dog treats," Reggie rattled off.

"Your numbers?" The skater asked, as if he wasn't sure he'd heard that correctly.

"Great choice!" Reggie beamed.

[legolasghosty]

"Why is there a raccoon on your lap?" Alex asked, knowing he was going to regret the answer.

Willie looked up at him sheepishly. "Cause.... the raccoon might be Reggie?" they admitted.

Alex grimaced. Oh no. Not again. "What happened?" he asked, turning toward the herb bottles on the kitchen counter.

The raccoon squealed and Willie quickly resumed his steady stroking of its back. "Not totally sure," they admitted. "Almost definitely a potion, but I don't know if it was an accident or if..."

If someone did this on purpose.

Alex clenched his fist, trying to shut off the sparks that were forming on his fingertips at the thought of anyone trying to hurt Reggie. He didn't have time for anger now, he had to get an antidote ready. Willie might be better at incantations, but potions had always been Alex's strength.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Willie asked softly as Alex prepped the ingredients.

Alex nodded, forcing himself to stay calm. "Yeah, we'll figure this out. And then he can tell us how this happened."

He hoped it had been some sort of accident. Because if someone had done this to Reggie on purpose... well, he wasn't sure that he or Willie could be trusted not to retaliate.

(Send me the first sentence of a fanfic and I'll write the next 5+!)

[causewealwayshaveeachother]

📓📓📓

damn THREE books...

1 tattoo artist/reference desk librarian

what if a tattoo artist and a reference desk librarian fell in love...

reggie: a tattoo artist with a passion for reading dense academic textbooks and their bibliographies and a crush on the reference desk librarian who always seems to be on shift when he goes in

alex: a reference desk librarian with a hobby for gossipping about frequent patrons and a massive crush on his favorite grad student - though for what field he's not yet certain

the plot: reggie is a frequent visitor of alex's library in search of literally just random shit he's interested in learning about. alex is utterly convinced he's a student at the university (don't worry about what the relationship is between the library, the university, and the public) and is determined to figure out what his field of study is without asking, through the power of gossipping about it with his friends

reggie and willie have a tattoo shop together. the tattoo shop is called Sparkwheel's Tattoos and Piercings. it is named after ur nicknames for reggie and willie for each other being sparky and wheels <3 it's also named after the fact that in this fic their last names are both sparkwheel. also they have matching sparkwheels tattooed on their heels <33

"Oh, we're not married," Reggie said. "We just have the same last name for way weirder reasons."

2 the soulmate goose of enforcement

my discord avatar is dex from check please. read this

the world: what if instead of any one soulmate au, it was all of them? luke lives in a world where your 16th birthday coincides with the reveal of how, exactly, you're going to find your soulmate, as anticlimactic or exciting as it may turn out to be. he was like 100% certain he was gonna get something music-related. instead he got a goose.

luckily, he meets his soulmate pretty soon after that! unluckily, the goose does not go away as planned. weird.

and thus begins the ever-expanding quasi-platonic polycule of luke's soulmates, their soulmates, their friends, and etcetera. he does eventually find a romantic soulmate too. unfortunately by that point he's too used to everyone ending up being platonic soulmates to realize

oh yeah also it's a royalty au bc it was inspired by a round of troped. remember troped? man.

3 the pirate willexie one where i steal a country name from fete for a king even though i'm only on chapter 6

reggie, fleeing a shitty homelife and following in the footsteps of his best friend, fakes his death for the life insurance payout and becomes a thief. an indeterminate amount of time later, he finally returns to his hometown to retrieve what was left to him in the finally-unsealed will of his missing-presumed-dead best friend. unfortunately, he's super recognizable to like, everyone in the house at the time. and robbing it. time to flee! oh no he's been cornered at the docks! time to jump on a boat as it leaves!

willie is the captain of a transgender pirate ship weilding a leverage-ass understanding of what an EMP cannon is or how it functions. his crew includes: - julie, the first mate/medic/musician -flynn, the tech guy/navigator -luke, the munitions guy/musician -bobby, the head cook -nick, who's just kind of there it's a very exciting time when reggie jumps aboard fleeing the cops. willie loves fleeing the cops and he loves cute boys and he loves having an extra hand on the boat so this whole situation is a win-win-win

alex ran away to sea, is now missing presumed dead. sad!

this fic features: transgenderism! flynn and luke being aro besties! my anger at the concept of a child star! small european countries! a lot of research into what the letters before boat names mean!

[caswellseyes]

Ok running with scissors and overpass grafitti both grabbed my attention. I would love to hear more about either.

hii thank you for this!! i’m gonna tell you about both hehe

don’t run with scissors is inspired by maisie peters’ song helicopter. it’s this idea i have for a fic that’s basically bobby and alex mom friending their entire friend group and then turning that same protectiveness to each other, which makes them realise how nice it is to have someone take care of you for once <3 it’s still in the outline stage but i really want to work on it more!

overpass graffiti actually started as a fic for a gift exchange! i ended up going with something else though. it’s a somewhat canon adjacent story where willie used to be a graffiti artist when he was alive, and after the orpheum, they run into reggie whenever they go check on their old art. it’s slightly angstier than what i’ve been writing recently, cause a lot of willie’s art is disappearing, but it’ll probably be a willexie endgame and i’m very excited about that! here’s a snippet:

Train wagons get covered up within days, either with a fresh layer of paint or a second layer of graffiti. But art that’s hard to find? People rarely bother to remove that.

Rarely, of course, doesn’t mean never. Years ago, freshly a ghost and with more time on his hands than he’d like, Willie had made a mental list of all the pieces he and his friends made. He’d come up with a route to take to visit all of them, just to see the little drawings. Just to see that reminder that once upon a time, he was there.

The list grew shorter as time went on. Their friends grew up, moved away. Spray paint cans were abandoned in the back of closets or in trash cans, and the art was covered up or removed entirely.

[curvesomesunsets]

i just think they <3

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

a new philosophy

luke/alex/willie | g | 2k | cuddling, touch-starved willie

Willie laughs which lights Luke’s chest up on the inside. If they were other, more normal, less screwed-up people, Luke might worry about whether his feelings are betraying Alex somehow. But he and Alex are just as inextricable. Luke can’t imagine Alex being angry about this; if anything, it only makes sense. Willie matters to Alex. The transmission of that caring was always going to happen one way or another.

Luke closes the distance. Putting his guitar down to the side, he leans over to rest his head on Willie’s shoulder. He feels, more than hears, Willie’s sharp intake of breath, the way Willie tenses and then goes gooey and soft.

ao3 link in the reblogs!

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Alex/Willie/Reggie + chopsticks 😉

Them!!!! This idea originally came from @angelofarts when I was sad and needed Reggie headcanons to cheer me up :) Love you, Angie! I hope you both enjoy this!

read on ao3 here:

see the awesome fanart @strugglingatart made here!

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Willie’s sitting on their living room couch, reading a book about colonialism and photography he borrowed from Mr. Molina, when Reggie Peters poofs into the room and flops face first onto his lap.

Willie makes a little choked noise in the back of their throat. “Uh… Reg? Is everything okay?”

Reggie nods, his face scraping the open page of Willie’s book, which can’t be comfortable. Willie carefully lifts a hand and buries it in Reggie’s hair, gently running his fingers through the tangled strands. Reggie hums pleasurably, turning his head so that his nose presses into Willie’s stomach.

“You’re kinda crushing my book, there, butterfly,” Willie says after a while.

“Oh.” Reggie immediately sits up on his knees, scrubbing both hands over his face. “Sorry.”

Willie frowns, putting his book aside. “You sure you’re all right? What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were having dinner at Julie’s.”

“I was ,” Reggie bemoans, shifting so that he can drop his head on Willie’s shoulder, “but we were having Chinese food, which is usually my favorite, except Luke kept eating my wantons and Alex kept making fun of me, and Julie offered to get me a fork, which was really nice but it’s just not the same.”

Willie’s not quite sure he’s following. They decide to focus on one thing at a time. “Alex made fun of you?”

“Not in a mean way. And he gave me a nice forehead kiss to say sorry. I just don’t like that I keep trying and I still can’t get it, you know?”

“No, not really. What can’t you get?”

Reggie looks up at them, his eyebrows knit together, like he’s utterly unsure where Willie’s confusion lies. “How to use chopsticks.”

“Oh.” Willie blinks. “Wait, that’s what this is all about?”

Reggie slumps back onto Willie’s shoulder, nuzzling in close until Willie gets the hint and puts their arm around him. “I’ve tried so many times,” Reggie mumbles into his shirt. “And I still can’t get it! Julie can do it. Alex can do it—drummer hands, you know? Even Luke can do it! And he rubs it in my face by using them to eat Cheetos and stuff, and by taking all the good food while I’m trying to just hold the chopsticks, and… it’s just very frustrating and it made me sad, so I would like some cuddles please.”

Before Willie has time to process, much less respond, Reggie flops down into their lap again, and Willie gets temporarily distracted by the very important task of cuddling Reggie to his satisfaction.

Once Reggie’s feeling better, though, and Willie’s legs are starting to grow a little numb, he gently pushes Reggie’s shoulders until he’s sitting up, and says, “Can I try to help?”

***

Alex comes home to find his boyfriends in the middle of a very intense Chopstick Training Session. He arrives just in time to see Reggie successfully pick up a piece of broccoli and shout, “I DID IT!”

Alex grins. This, right here, is what makes him the happiest former ghost to ever get something approaching a life back. “Having fun?” he calls, coming over to kiss Willie on the lips and Reggie on the head.

“I’m gonna use these for everything now!” Reggie cheers around a mouthful of broccoli, and Willie and Alex smile at him with all the love and pride in the world.

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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

[malecacidd]

julie: this is my girlfriend flynn, and her girlfriend carrie, and her girlfriend kayla. and this is my boyfriend luke, and his boyfriend reggie, and his boyfriend bobby, and his boyfriend alex, and his boyfriend willie.

[invisibleraven]

There was Only One Bed for any OT3?

"Why did I agree to this again?" Alex asked as Reggie's truck pulled into the campground.

"Because you love us?" Willie replied.

"Because you picked paint ball last time, and bruised me so hard that Tia thought I got into a fight," Reggie added. "So you owe me, and it was my turn to pick."

"But camping?" Alex whined.

"It's hardly camping," Willie retorted. "We're in a cabin, with running water and power, not in a tent on the ground."

"I know you're like, allergic to the great wide wilderness, but suck it up and enjoy being off the grid for a hot second," Reggie said, opening up the door to the cabin.

Alex grumbled but entered the space, pleasantly surprised to see a clean little space, with a real fireplace, a stocked bookshelf, a pile of board games, and a modern looking kitchen. "Okay, fine, I can live with this for a few days."

"Cool, I'm gonna go get some firewood," Reggie said. "Wils, you wanna start on food? Lexie, you go unpack."

Willie gave a salute and Alex dragged the bags back, opening one door to find a fairly nice bathroom-thank goodness for that, because he drew the line at peeing outside. But there was only one other door, and sure enough when he opened it, there lay only one (admittedly huge) bed.

"Just. Great."

Look, being in a band, Alex was used to sharing a bunk. Or the back of a van, or a few blankets on the floor of a club, if it came to it. So he knew beggars couldn't be choosers. But he also tried to avoid sharing a bed with Reggie and Willie, two of the cuddliest motherfuckers there were who also happened to be the subjects of his nighttime fantasies.

It wasn't his fault his friends were hot okay?

Alex glanced back to the living room and wondered how much the couch would murder his back, and sighed before resigning himself to a few uncomfortable nights, and started putting away their stuff.

He came back out to the main room, but instead of finding Willie making food, he was standing looking out the window, completely enraptured. And no wonder, since when Alex went to see what was so fascinating, he got an eyeful of Reggie, chopping wood.

In his black tank, flannel tied around his waist, looking like the yummiest lumberjack there was.

"Fuck me," Alex breathed out.

"Oh I wish he would," Willie sighed, then snickered. "Come on, we got enough eye candy, let's make something to eat."

They made a simple salad and some sandwiches, but Willie also pulled out a coconut cream pie for dessert-Alex's favourite. Reggie soon came in and started the fire going, the three of them eating in front of it before starting a rambunctious game of Scrabble.

"Quilty isn't a word!" Reggie protested as Willie earned another triple word score.

"Sure it is," Willie replied.

"Use it in a sentence then," Alex retorted.

"I'm feeling positively quilty," Willie said, sticking his tongue out. "Get a dictionary if you want."

"Eh, I'm too lazy for that," Reggie said around a yawn. He looked to the dwindling embers of the fire. "Bedtime?"

They all agreed, getting ready, but Alex stood in the doorway, rubbing his socked foot into the floor as he watched Reggie and Willie take the bed. "I can stay on the couch if you two want..."

"Nonsense Lexi, plenty of room, come on," Reggie urged, patting the open space next to him.

Alex cautiously slipped into the bed, gulping as Reggie snuggled into his side, and Willie spooned his other side, the two of them drifting off almost instantly.

Alex was sure he wasn't going to sleep, too wound up by being surrounded by his crushes, but eventually their soft breathing lulled him into slumber.

It ended up being a pretty good night's sleep, thankfully without embarrassing incidents popping up in the night.

But Alex swore he was going to kill whichever one of them left the window open a crack when he discovered the giant spider crawling across the bathroom floor when he went to brush his teeth.

"Hey at least it wasn't a possum or something," Willie rationalized.

"Yeah, then you two would be trying to make it your pet," Alex grumbled as Reggie swept the spider back outside.

"We would... totally do that yeah," Reggie admitted.

Alex sighed. "And this is the real reason I came, so you two don't end up with rabies."

"I mean that's not the main reason," Willie replied. "But it was a contributing factor."

"What was the main reason then?" Alex asked, watching as the other two exchanged glances.

The answer involved the bed, the three of them, and an afternoon that was a lot more exciting then a game of Scrabble. But in the end, Alex felt positively quilty.

And he definitely had a better appreciation of camping-but he was making sure the window was closed before they went to bed that night, lest a possum actually get in.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Bex and Riley for dealer's choice of birthday prompt!

A prompt request for two OCs 🥺 my brain children feel so loved right now. Thank you! But you made me make SO MANY DECISIONS and I’m mad at you for that 😉. Hope you like it! 

For context, Bex and Riley are both OCs in the Bex Verse. Riley is Bex’s best friend (Bex is Willexie’s kid) and currently playing around with gender and pronouns.

They reach the school and Bex turns to give Willie a tight hug. They return it readily, counting as they squeeze her ten times before finally letting go. 

“Ten’s not too old to hug your old Nomy in front of your friends?” they tease. 

Bex plants a hand on her hip as she rolls her eyes. “I’ll never be too old for hugs.”

Willie chuckles and restrains themself from ruffling her hair, “Yeah okay, we’ll see about that. Love you. Have the most amazing day.”

Bex wraps her arms around Willie’s waist one more time. “You too, Nomy! Love you, bye!” She waves as she runs off. 

She sees Riley in their usual spot at the edge of the playground, just outside of the chaos of the daily school drop off, and runs toward them.

They notice her almost immediately and jump up, wrapping her in a tight hug once she’s close enough. 

“Happy birthday!”

Bex smiles. “Thanks!” she says before holding her skirt out and giving a twirl, “Look what Auntie Carrie got me!”

Riley offers her an exaggerated appreciative whistle. Bex rolls her eyes. He’d finally learned how to do that and Bex is only slightly frustrated that she can’t figure it out for herself. Apparently even in a family of musicians, she’s got a distinct lack of people who can teach her how to do this one thing. 

“Nice!” they offer. Riley doesn’t understand the appeal of dresses, especially not floofy twirly ones, but if there’s one thing that is true for her, it’s that she’s going to amp Bex up any chance she gets. 

And if there’s one thing that Bex and Carrie share, it’s a love for floofy twirly dresses. Carrie had made sure that Bex could have her new dress ready for school today. They’ve made half a tradition over the last few years where part of Carrie’s gift to Bex is her birthday outfit and every year it’s more extravagant than the last. Bex’s dads make sure that Carrie keeps it age, season, and school appropriate though. 

She spreads her skirt out as she sits on the grass like usual. Riley drops down beside her. They know there’s not enough time before the morning bell to actually dig anything out of their bags so they spend their few minutes alone excitedly chatting about Bex’s upcoming party and what they’re expecting her family to do. Luke probably has some cheesy song planned. Reggie will bake like always and do something overbearing and embarrassing. Alex will cry. Granted, he cried this morning. Something about milestone birthdays and being ten and almost all grown up. He’ll absolutely cry again, though. Willie will try way too hard to be cool. They’re all so predictable but at least it’s funny when it’s not annoying. 

The warning bell chimes and Riley jumps up. They offer Bex their hand and she readily accepts the help in being pulled up, brushing off her skirt and legs once she’s standing. 

She laughs as she curtsies in thanks. Riley bows before offering her his arm. “Milady,” Riley teases. 

“Thank you, good sir,” Bex counters with another giggle as she wraps hand around his arm. 

“Anything for the birthday girl.”

They laugh together as they make their way toward the school. Unfortunately they aren’t in the same class this year so they separate dramatically once inside, complete with Riley pressing a gentle kiss to Bex’s hand. 

“Happiest of birthdays to you, Lady Bex.” Riley bows again as she makes her way to her own classroom, leaving Bex to find her way to hers. 

“You guys are so weird,” Bex hears someone mutter just loud enough for her to hear. She brushes it off and rolls her shoulder back, just like Auntie Carrie taught her, walking to her classroom head held high.

She used to fight back. When people talked shit about her. Or her dads. Or Luke. Or Carrie. But after many, many chats with her grown ups and teachers and principals, she started practicing new ways to deal with her ‘haters’ (as Flynn calls them). Right now, the strategy is a Carrie Wilson special and it’s been working out okay so far. Riley has a harder time but they’re all working on it. 

Riley’s waiting outside of her classroom at recess. “Happy birthday!” they exclaim as soon as she gets out the door. 

Bex laughs as she follows him outside, “You already said that.”

“Yeah, but I want to say it again. I’m gonna say it so many times today. Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthd-”

Bex cuts him off with a hand to his mouth and another laugh. “Okay, okay I get it! Don’t expect this many happy birthdays from me when it’s your turn though.”

“No, you’ll probably do something way cooler.”

“Pft as if.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the coolest.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause it’s my birthday.”

“Nope,” Riley retorts, rushing away before Bex can respond. 

“Wait! You can’t run away from me! It’s my birthday!” Bex yells as she follows after her. 

Bex catches up to Riley where they’ve stopped at a broken piece of pavement. There aren’t a lot of great places to bug hunt on the school grounds but every once in a while, if they look really carefully, they can find something new in disrepair that hosts some creatures for them to watch. 

Bex crouches down and flips the corner of cement over. “Awe, just pillbugs,” she says with dismay as she watches the little ecosystem. “They don’t even count.”

She gently replaces the concrete, careful not to disturb them any more than necessary. Riley sits beside her on the cement pad. “We’ll find the coolest bug today,” he assures her. “We have to! Birthday and all.”

“It’s too bad we can’t go to the front where all the flowers are,” Bex says with a pout as she plunks down beside Riley. They’d tried. Many times. But the teacher on supervision duty always caught them and made them stay on or around the playground. Sure, there was some grass and stuff, but nothing like what the front of the school offered for insect-friendly hunting grounds.

They sit in silence, staring at nothing until the bell rings to take them back inside. 

There’s no playful exchange this time around but Riley’s waiting for her again at their lunch break, with another round of happy birthdays, and then again at afternoon recess. 

They don’t have any more luck in their bug hunting, choosing to forego it entirely for their last break and instead opting to flip through the book that Riley had brought from home. 

By the end of the day, they’re both nearly bouncing out of their skin in excitement, the disappointment of their failed insect tracking behind them. Riley gets to come home with Bex. Something that’s not necessarily new. Or rare. But it’s different this time. 

Bex’s classmates (and their parents) and teachers gawk when at the end of the day The Carrie Wilson™ is there in a limo to pick up Bex and Riley. The Carrie Wilson™ who happens to be sporting a dress that almost perfectly matches Bex’s.

Carrie greets Bex and Riley with a wink and smile. They quickly clamber into the car, beaming the entire time. She follows and lets the driver close the door behind them.  

“You should turn ten more often,” Riley enthuses as they take in the interior of the car. Carrie had had it stocked up with Bex and Riley’s favourite treats (and some proper after school snacks at Alex’s insistence. “They need protein, Carrie.” 

“They’d better still be able to eat dinner and cake!” had been Reggie’s input.

“Let the kids have their fun!” was Ray’s contribution. “It’s not every day your kid, niece, grandbaby turns ten!”

To which Alex had fought back tears. Again.)

Bex looks around with wide eyes. She catches sight of the chocolate eggs that she only ever gets when somebody goes on tour and squeals with excitement. She takes one for herself and hands another to Riley. 

“Wait til you see these!” she tells him excitedly as she unwraps her own and cracks the chocolate open. She shoves the candy pieces into her mouth as she grabs the signature yellow canister and pops it open. She teaches Riley about the joys of Kinder Surprise, grateful to see that they both got toys that aren’t pre-built. 

“Best birthday ever,” Bex sighs. 

“And it’s only just began,” Carrie reminds her with a wide smile. “Let’s get you home so you can see what everyone else has in store for you.”

“How many times has Daddy cried?” Bex asks around a mouthful of chocolate.

Carrie laughs, “He made me promise not to tell. Or count.”

Bex rolls her eyes, a perfect imitation of her dad, “Figures.”

Okay i genuinely needed to cut this off cuz it almost turned into #Bex’s first sleepover which I am NOT equipped to write right now. Maybe I’ll extend this for ao3 later…

[wr0temyway0ut]

When We Make the Closest Thing to Love I'm Capable Of

Summary: He knows they'll come back to him. They always do, sweaty and flushes and satisfied, claiming that the cuddling afterwards is the most important part so of course they need Willie for it. It may be the most important part, but it certainly isn't the main part. Willie can see it in the secretive little glances they give each other, the bashful blushes and the suggestive eyebrow wiggles, like they're both in on some joke in a language Willie doesn't speak. There's a whole side of their realtionship-- a whole side of his boyfriends-- that he'll never get to see. And maybe that bothers him, just a little.

Or, Willie is asexual. His boyfriends... aren't.

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3 Sentence prompts: Willexie + Thrift Shopping!

Just because they were kind of famous now, didn't mean Reggie wanted to give up on his favourite hobby. Listen, he'd gotten his most iconic outfit from the thrift store. Okay, it had been pretty much his only outfit for a while. But it had clearly worked, because Sunset Curve was topping the charts now and everyone thought he was really cool.

Another bonus to having one iconic outfit was he could just ditch the leather jacket and flannel for the day and be basically incognito. Not that a lot of old people at estate sales knew who he was, but he'd been recognised at a bunch of garage sales and it just felt wrong to try and haggle with someone who really just wanted his autograph.

"Tell me again why you dragged me out of bed at five in the morning to drive down to Pasadena to look at... old junk?" Alex whined, sipping on the giant coffee Reggie had gotten him along the way. He was dressed in one of Reggie's flannels, which honestly was kind of a little treat in and of itself. Reggie himself had stolen one of Bobby's shirts and Alex' denim jacket.

"Because it's fun?" Reggie asked. Alex did not look convinced. "Because we can get cool stuff for the house?" he tried again.

"We can get cool stuff for the house at literally every store we want now," Alex pointed out. Which was true, they had Money now. Of course their co-dependent asses still went and bought a house together like they always said they would. It was just... slightly closer to a mansion than the shitty apartments they'd been thinking of when they were seventeen and broke. "Luke and Bobby spent a couple of grand on a new sound system."

"It's not about the money," Reggie pouted. "It's about the thrill of the chase. It's about treasure hunting! It's about finding unique pieces nobody else has!"

Alex stared at him, unamused, obnoxiously slurping his coffee.

"Fine, you're here because you love me and because I need your big sexy muscles to help lift stuff into the truck if we find anything." He was hoping to find a cool coffee table, or a desk, and they could still use a nice dresser.

"Fine," Alex said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But if I find something cute, you're doing the haggling for me."

"Deal."

The morning went pretty well. They found some cool lamps, and a couple of nice hardcover science fiction books Reggie thought would look very mature and adult on their shelf. Reggie managed to haggle down on a really mature looking desk that would look great in their 'We're Real Adults Now' house, and Alex did use his sexy muscles to help get it onto the truck.

After a quick early lunch in town, they went to the next estate sale. They agreed to split up, since it was later in the day and they needed to be fast before all the good stuff was snapped up.

Except when Reggie rounded the corner, he saw Alex wasn't looking for a nice dresser or pretty trinkets. Alex was talking to a very hot, very cool guy in a crop top.

Reggie narrowed his eyes, going over. Alex beamed. "Hey babe!"

"Why are you flirting with the enemy?" Reggie hissed.

Alex groaned. "Not this again."

"Hey, Reggie," Willie beamed. "Great job on nabbing that desk at the Gilmore estate, I had my eye on that too. But you got here a little late. Do you want to see the heirloom patchwork blanket I scored? And I found this really cool dresser I'm going to paint..."

Reggie squinted at their rival, annoyed. He wanted a cool dresser. And the patchwork blanket folded over his arm looked really nice.

"I'm sure it will look really cool," he said, trying to keep the sulk out of his voice. He gave Alex another glare.

Alex just stared at him. "Maybe I was distracting Willie so you could be the first to notice those vintage comic books in the corner," he said, and Reggie gasped, running off and rifling through the box before Willie could get there.

"Aw man, low blow, Hotdog!" Willie complained.

"Yeah, I'm evil like that," Alex deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the two of them.

In the end, Reggie came away with some Spiderman and Hawkeye comics that were still missing from his collection, and a cute little side table they could paint a pretty pink for Alex. As they were finishing up and loading everything in the truck at the end of the day, Willie moseyed back over.

"Howdy," he said, tipping a cowboy hat Reggie had completely missed. He felt a stab of jealousy, not just for missing it but also because Willie looked unfairly hot like that. Then, Willie plopped the hat on Reggie's head. "We still on for dinner?"

"The burger place?" Reggie asked, leaning over to press a kiss to Willie's cheek.

Alex popped out of the truck. "Oh so now it's okay to flirt?" he asked, grumpy.

"Of course it is, Alex, it's four thirty," Reggie said, propping the cowboy hat on Alex' head. He did not look as sexy as Willie had, but he did look kind of cute. They should go on a horseback riding date, all three of them, sometime soon. He'd bring it up over dinner.

"Yeah, Hotdog, we're only mortal thrifting enemies between six and four," Willie agreed.

"You two are so weird," Alex complained, but he still climbed down to sit in the bed of the truck to receive kisses from both his boyfriends. And over dinner, he smiled indulgently as his two thrift-nerdy boyfriends compared notes and showed off pictures of the treasures they'd found.

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willexie fucking with trevor

Hi, thanks for the ask! (Choose a title that interests you from this list of my fic titles and I’ll tell you about it)

Willexie fucking w Trevor is based off a convo I had with @on-irratia and @sunset-bobby about how funny it would be if Reggie and Alex both, at seperate times, dated Bobby back in the 90s, instead of Luke being The Gay Awakening™️, which evolved into crack about Reggie and Alex having the exact same taste and both dating Willie (along with shenanigans about being unable to communicate their feelings for each other) and Trevor dating Ray, and just Reggie and Alex ragging on at Trevor at all times for ending up with a guy they consider to be their dad while Ray and Willie bond about actually being sane (ish) which I then offered to write bc I think it will be hilarious and I’ve grown very fond of Reggie/Alex/Willie