#williexreggie

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Something less angstful

Title: I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots, or just Boots.

I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots

When Reggie inherited his Meemaw's farm, he was pretty worried that his partner wouldn't leave the city. Willie had his art, his friends, his cool job as a dancing waiter at one of the most exclusive clubs in town...

But Willie did. And he loved the farm, and the horses, and being able to see the stars. And most of all, he loved Reggie. Which he was going to show him, with a few props for emphasis.

Yeehaw.

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Okay I am prompting cowboys and aliens AU, pairing of your choice bc I am just so curious lolol

It all starts when Reggie's prize heffer goes missing.

It's annoying, because he hasn't heard of any cattle rustlers in the area, and the local kids learned not to mess with him after he levelled his shotgun at Betsy Gunderson's boy trying to bed the daughter of the local preacher in his hayloft.

So he stakes out his fields, waiting for the idiots who decided to steal from him. He's expecting a group of toughs, or maybe one lone guy out to pick off his herd. He just doesn't expect to get beamed up by a freaking UFO.

The space is sterile and white, and there's no sign of Reggie's wayward cow, or anything else for that matter. He's terrified, worrying about lasers and probes, and every other trope that sci-fi movies have taught him to expect.

Only there are no little green men, but a sentient pile of orangey goo that greet him, making weird squawking at him in a pitch that makes his fillings rattle. He holds his hands over his ears until there's some clicks and chirps, then finally a voice.

"Is that better? Can you understand me now?"

Reggie lowers his hands, and sees the ooze almost vibrating as the voice repeats itself. "Um yeah... thanks? What's going on here?"

"I am here to observe your species," the creature says. "No harm, just observe."

"Did you steal my cow?" Reggie asks accusingly.

The creature glows a little, then gives what Reggie assumes is a laugh, though it sounds like tinkling bells. "Yes, I am afraid I did do that. I have been accused of trying to make it what you call a pet?"

"Yeah, cows aren't pets," Reggie replies. "I would kind of like her back if it's all the same."

"Do you have more?' the creature asks. "I would love to observe them all together in a group."

"A herd? I mean yeah... as long as you aren't planning on keeping them," Reggie says. "Though... do you have another form? This one is liable to give people the willies."

"I am the willies?" the creature ruminates, then shift until he resembles a very attractive human with bronze coloured skin, long dark hair, and cheekbones you could slice bread on. He is also very very naked, so Reggie tries to focus on said cheekbones. "I am acceptable now?"

"Sure, let's... get you to my house for some clothes and I'll show you around the farm."

The creature, who insists on going by The Willies (which Reggie just shortens to Willie, much to it's delight) loves the farm. He's less fond of clothes, but Reggie has managed to get him into shorts and a crop top left over from his last boyfriend, which is good enough.

Willie coos over the cows, is terrified of the chickens, a bit cautious around the pigs and is fascinated by the horses. He's a bit of a disaster in the saddle the first time Reggie takes him riding, but he eventually gets the hang of it, whooping as Ferdinand canters alongside Old Red.

Reggie brings Willie into town, biting back a smile as his wonder at other people, the food, the sights and sounds. It's kind of like a kid at DisneyLand, but he also notices that Willie gets overwhelmed easily, nervous in crowds, so he takes it slow.

"Your world is almost too much for me I'm afraid," Willie says as they head back in Reggie's truck, and Reggie doesn't have the heart to tell him he's only seen a small town in Montana, far from the world.

"We can take it day by day," Reggie replies. "World isn't going anywhere."

"My mission won't allow me to linger here much longer I'm afraid," Willie replies. "I'm supposed to report back soon, with all my findings. They've given me all the extensions they can."

"Oh."

Reggie finds he's kind of sad about that. Over the past few weeks or so he's come to enjoy Willie's presence here. The farm is kind of lonely, and it was nice to have a friend around. "Do you think you might be able to come back? I think you'd love winter time."

Willie is silent for a while, biting his plush bottom lip and playing with his hair. It isn't until they're sat at the table, idly sipping on coffee and poking at a slice of pie that he speaks. "In truth, I do not want to go. I love it here, even if it is too much at times. But I have a duty..."

"I get that," Reggie replies. "You are always welcome to stay or come back if you want."

"It is very far, many parsecs," Willie admits. "I do not think I would be able to return in your lifetime if I went."

"Well that's a bummer," Reggie admits. "Can you give me one more day though?"

"That is the least I can do," Willie replies, squeezing his hand. "After you have given me so much."

Willie returns to his ship soon after-holding human form exhausts him after a while, so he must recharge in his natural state. Reggie takes the time to get everything ready, wanting Willie to go out on a bang.

The next morning, Willie appears in the kitchen, looking around and his wide eyed amazement is pure serotonin for Reggie. He's set the house up for Christmas, complete with the tree, a few present, even got the snow machine to cover the outside of the window and a bit of the lawn.

It's an amazing day, with Willie beaming the whole time. They eat and watch terrible holiday movies, and Willie is ecstatic over the funky socks Reggie got him, just in case he takes a form with feet again.

But as the hour grows later, they know time is running short. Willie says goodbye to the animals, giving Daisy the prize heffer a kiss to her snout, murmuring to her in clicks and whistles, but Reggie gets the sentiment.

"I'll miss you," he admits as they walk towards the place where the ship is hovering in the air, camouflaged by some technology that Reggie doesn't understand.

"And I you," Willie admits. "I think I shall keep the name you gave me, to remember you by."

Reggie give him a sad smile, and brings him in for a hug-their first, as Willie is very hesitant about touch. But this he seems to like, letting it linger. Until he pulls away, smiling at Reggie.

"Farewell Reggie."

"Take care Willie."

And then he's gone, the ship disappearing in a streak of light. Reggie takes his time heading back to the house, even longer dismantling the fake holiday. Finds the pack of socks still sitting on the floor by the couch and has a god cry about it.

But then there's a knock on the door, and when Reggie opens it, there's Willie, hesitant and shy. "Hi. I was wondering... if maybe you could tell me what pets we could have?"

Reggie cries even more, but pulls Willie in for another hug. "We can get a dog," he promises him.

And they do-and a whole lot more than that, in the end.

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Morning in the Wiggie household: snuggling pooches, morning cartoons, surprise furbies. You know, business as usual.

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ohh how about 9. I work at the pumpkin patch and that is an alarming amount of gourds you got there, buddy, with willie collecting the gourds? also, happy decorative gourd season!!

Reggie loves his job at the pumpkin patch. The pay is decent, it's more fun than stocking shelves at the supermarket, and he loves seeing all the excited kids run around trying to find The Perfect Pumpkin. Also, he gets to take home some of the leftover cider donuts they sell at the little stall next to his sometimes.

Also, today he made a baby stop crying by juggling tiny gourds, so he felt kind of like a superhero.

It's not all families, of course. Their clientele also consists of hipsters, goths, cute couples on romantic pumpkin picking dates, people really really into fall, and Instagram Lifestyle Influencers. Thank god he gets to call Bobby when those come around. Bobby likes either flirting with them, or being nasty about their follower count and their 'lazy-ass diy projects', depending on whether or not they're trying to scam them out of free gourds or not.

Their boss actually gave them both cider donuts and a whole pumpkin pie, the day Bobby made an Influencer cry and vow never to return. Apparently she'd been terrorising the pumpkin patch for years.

The guy coming up to their table now, well, he was pretty enough to be an Influencer. Like, really, really pretty. His long hair was in a messy bun, and he was wearing a crop top with pumpkins all over it under a pair of paint-stained overalls.

Reggie really, really hoped he wasn't trying to scam them out of free pumpkins. Because he had a lot. Like, he'd taken one of the little wagons they usually gave to the kids and had a virtual pyramid of pumpkins on it. Big ones, small ones, weirdly shaped ones that people usually left in the field. Then, Reggie realised he’d somehow hitched a second wagon onto the first one, with another pile of gourds.

"That's uh... that's an alarming amount of gourds you have there, buddy," Reggie said, kicking himself. That was neither the suave pick-up line he'd wanted to say, or a customer-friendly meaningless pleasantry.

"I know, right?" The guy said, delighted. "I think I'm gonna need to borrow your wagon to get them all to the car, sorry."

"That's alright, I can help carry them if you want," Reggie said.

"Really? That'd be awesome!" Gourd Guy beamed. "I um, I kind of lost count out there, so I have no idea what my total is gonna be. But my budget is five hundred bucks so... I think we should be good."

"You have a budget of five hundred dollars for pumpkins?" Reggie asked incredulously. God, he really couldn't control his mouth around this guy.

"I mean, my boss gave me five hundred dollars to pick out new Halloween decoration for the Club," he said. "And he told me to make it classy. 'None of that plastic stuff, William.'" He made a severe face, lowering his voice as he pretended to be his boss.

"I mean, gourds are super classy," Reggie agreed, even though he had no idea what counted as classy. If he was given 500 bucks for Halloween decoration, he probably would have blown it on that 12 foot skeleton he'd seen online.

"I'm gonna get some black and purple and gold spray paint as well. Maybe use some paint pens and make some of them extra fancy." William wriggled with excitement at the idea.

"That sounds so cool," Reggie said, as he started to line up gourds and count them. "Are you an artist?" The paint-splattered overalls made it seem that way. He bet William was really pretty when he was all in the zone.

"Myeah, mostly grafitti stuff, though. You can check me out on Insta, I'm under willie.ortega.art." Bobby, who had perked up at the mention of Instagram, wandered over. Reggie wanted to glare at him. For once, he wanted to flirt with the cute Instagram-haver.

“Oh dude, you’re actually pretty good,” Bobby said, holding his phone so Reggie could see. Willie wasn’t just pretty good. He was amazing. His page showed big sweeping murals, as well as a surprising number of custom skateboard decks. Also some little street art scenes in surprising places.

“Hey, I know that one! It’s right near my favourite dog park!” Reggie beamed. “It makes me laugh every time.”

Willie beamed proudly, a pleased smile staying on his face as he gazed at Reggie with soft, pretty eyes.

“Of course your follower count-” Bobby started, before Reggie quickly turned around and shoved a hand over his mouth.

“Back off, he’s cute and he’s paying and he’s mine,” he hissed. He didn’t want to see Bobby try to make Willie cry. Bobby looked from Willie to Reggie and back with doubtful, squinting eyes, before Willie took out his wallet awkwardly. Then he shrugged, bit Reggie’s hand for good measure, and wandered off.

Reggie turned back, embarrassed. “Sorry about him, we’ve been having some problems with people trying to get free stuff and...” He looked up to see him watching him, a flirty smile on his face.

“Oh sure, influencers. They try to get VIP treatment at the club as well,” Willie said. “I was more interested in the other parts of that sentence. The part where you said I’m cute.”

Oh. Oh no. He’d heard that?

“And yours.”

“Uuuuum!” Reggie spluttered, but Willie just grinned at him, helping unload his many pumpkins onto the table. Their fingers brushed probably more than necessary, and the way the guy kept smirking at Reggie’s blush, he was pretty sure it was on purpose.

The pumpkin counting seemed to go on forever, not that Reggie was in a rush. In the end, Willie’s total came to 210 dollars worth of gourds, which wasn’t shabby. They were definitely getting leftover cider donuts tonight.

And, if Reggie was lucky, maybe a phone number as well.

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There were so many good chaotic prompts I couldn’t choose so I’ll let you decide: 14 for Ralex, 41 for Wiggie, and 10 for Wiggie (platonic or romantic)

These are all so good and I might just do the other ones as well but NEVER GONNA GIVE UP A CHANCE TO MAKE FUN OF REGGIE'S DADDY ISSUES. The issue is that they're too hot.

Nobody at school knew Willie was rich. He'd seen the way some people treated the kids in his neighbourhood of mansions and villas and estates. He also saw the way they treated each other, which wasn't very nice either. It probably didn't help that they didn't see Willie as One Of Them, considering he was adopted and him and his dad had only just relocated to Hollywood.

Still, he preferred to be an outsider at the swank parties his dad dragged him to, finding the nearest dog or cat (or one time, really epic snake) to hang out with, than to be an outsider at school. He was still kind of an outsider at his new school, but just because he was the new kid. He could work with that.

So they skated to school, instead of letting Dad's driver drop him off in the town car. He wore cool stuff he'd found in thrift stores all over the world, stuff he altered himself. He didn't go to the Country Club, instead finding new places to skate around town. They blew off invitations to the hottest new clubs from kids who were only trying to Network with him because it was the Done Thing. Instead, he found his own places to go out.

That's how he'd met Sunset Curve, playing in an alley behind some club. Honestly, it was better than anything he'd heard inside, and he gave a whooping, hollering standing ovation when they'd finished the set. Reggie had bounced over to offer him a t-shirt (size beautiful, he'd said with a wink).

They'd cropped it, tie-dyed it in sunset colours, and had worn it to school the next week, only to be accosted by Luke Patterson, because it turned out Sunset Curve went to his school. And the rest was history.

And by history, he meant Luke had more or less dragged him into their friend group by force, introducing him to his boyfriend (Alex, the drummer), Best Bro (Bobby) and ‘I’m sure you remember Reggie’. There had been some very unsubtle winking and nudging, but it wasn’t like he was wrong. Reggie was pretty. And it turned out, when he wasn’t trying to be a suave rock star, he was also funny, and sweet, and lovely.

So now he had a boyfriend who liked them for who they were and not their money, and a built-in friend group. With Sunset Curve also came Julie, and Flynn, and even sometimes Bobby’s cousin Carrie and her Candies, though they kind of scared him a little. They managed to walk in perfect sync in the hallways, even when it was busy.

They were all at their usual table during lunch, trying to figure out their weekend plans. “We could go to the beach,” Willie suggested. Not because he wanted to see Reggie without his shirt or anything. Not like they had fantasies about rubbing sunscreen on Reggie’s back. Nope. The beach was just pure, wholesome fun. Like trying to help Luke dunk Bobby only for them both to be bodyslammed into the surf. Wholesome.

“We would, but some people got soft-banned from the pier after an illegal concert,” Julie said with a pointed look at Sunset Curve.

Luke looked unrepentant. “They didn’t need to call the cops or anything, we would have moved after we finished the set if they’d asked nicely. Besides, those people at the tables outside loved us.”

“You ran from the cops without me?” Willie said, pouting at his boyfriend.

“It was really more of a power-walk, considering we had to get Alex’ drumset out of there as well,” Reggie said, pressing a kiss into his hair. Well, that did make him feel better. “It’s a shame, it’s supposed to be really great out this Sunday. I guess we could-”

“I have a pool,” Willie blurted out. “I mean, the house has a pool. If you... you’d like to come over.” God, what were they doing? It wasn’t like they thought their friends would treat them differently if they found out Willie was rich. But it still felt weird, like maybe they’d judge him for not saying anything?

“All of us?” Flynn asked immediately, apparently seeing straight into his soul. “Or are you just inviting your boyfriend?”

Willie blushed. “Of course you’re all invited,” he said. “But Reggie gets first choice of pool floaties.” He grinned when Reggie pumped his fist dramatically in victory. Guess he’d have to go get some pool floaties. Maybe a pizza shaped one.

His dad didn’t even seem to mind that he’d invited over a ton of people. He honestly seemed kind of pleased. He’d just reminded Willie the pool house fridge was fully stocked, no running and cracking heads open, and to please ‘keep all wet teenagers out of the damn house, let them use the pool house’. And that he’d Be Around. Which Willie figured meant ‘if I so much as smell weed I am shutting this whole thing down young man’. Which, duh, he wasn’t about to mix drugs with swimming.

Okay, so maybe he’d only texted his friends the address at the very last minute. And maybe he hadn’t checked the group chat after that. Either they came, or they didn’t. If they were mean, then, well... he just wouldn’t open the gate and  go up to his room to cry or something.

Except when the intercom rang, they saw at least three faces squished out the window of Bobby’s van, Reggie front and centre. “Hello, hot stuff! The party people have arrived!” he called, beaming when the gate opened up. “Oh man, that’s fancy. Wait, what if they have a butler or something? What if I just sexually harassed the-” his voice trailed off as Bobby drove the van up the driveway.

Willie chuckled, going to open the front door for them. He grinned as all his friends piled out, most of them already in Pool Party Attire. Luke was already shirtless, because he’d use any excuse to go shirtless, the girls had on cute cover ups, and Reggie… well, the black tan ktop and red board shorts were nice, but Willie had Plans for that shirt to come off sooner or later.

He lead them through the house and out the back, wincing as they looked around. Just act normal, he thought, and maybe they wouldn’t say anything. He lead them outside, and immediately winced. Of course, there in the garden, was his dad doing yoga. Because he couldn’t alter his schedule even a tiny bit so Willie wouldn’t be embarrassed. At least he was wearing a pair of short sweatpants and not those awful shiny short-shorts he usually wore.

“Dad,” he said, grabbing and all but dragging the closest person to him along in an effort to get out of there faster.

“William,” Dad said, amused, watching them go before shifting into Reverse Warrior. Julie gave an awkward wave, yelping out a ‘nice to meet you mister Covington!’ before Willie pulled her past the privacy bushes to the pool area. Luckily the others quickly followed.

“Woah, there’s a waterfall!” Luke said, excited.

“And a slide!” Reggie squealed. “And… pizza!” He pointed excitedly at the blow up pizza slice Willie had gotten. There was also a unicorn donut, with drink cup holder for whoever didn’t want to get their hair wet, and some inflatable balls.

The day was awesome. Nobody was mean about how he’d never told them he was rich, everyone enjoyed the pool, and Reggie took his shirt off and let Willie put sunscreen on his back. It was great. Except after a spirited round of ‘trying to drag Bobby under the waterfall’ Willie had pulled themself out of the water, ready to sneak up on Reggie and drip all over him. Except when they got closer, Reggie was sitting with his face in his hands on one of the sunbeds, Alex on the opposite one, leaned over as if to comfort him.

“I know it’s bad,” Reggie was saying. “Just, promise you won’t tell Willie?”

“Aaahmn,” Alex said, staring Willie right in the face. “I think maybe you should tell him.”

“What? No!” Reggie looked up. “I don’t want to upset them!”

Oh god. Reggie was mad at him for lying about being rich. Or maybe because he let Reggie pay for ice-cream last time they went out. They knew Reggie didn’t have as much, but he’d looked so proud to use his tip-money from playing at the park to buy Willie a treat.

He was just about to ask Reggie to tell him, or to just start apologising straight away, when Flynn flopped down next to Reggie, one of the fancy sodas from the pool house (with curly straw, naturally) in her hands. “Ooh, are we dragging Reggie for having the hots for another dad?” she asked.

“Shut up!” Reggie hissed, frantically looking everywhere but behind him.

“I mean it’s bad enough you think Julie’s dad is a smokeshow, but at least you’ve seen him for more than thirty seconds,” Flynn went on, either ignorant of or perfectly fine with the growing look of horror on Alex’ face as he could not stop making eye-contact with Willie. His mouth was moving, helplessly, but no sound was coming out to alert Reggie and Flynn as to who was right behind them.

“It was a very enlightening thirty seconds, okay!” Reggie said. “I mean, with the muscles and the- the hair and the jawline and- and did you see the outline in those sweat-”

“Please stop talking about how you want to bang my dad!” Willie said urgently, wringing out their hair above Reggie to douse him. Reggie gave a little shriek, either from the cold water down his back or because Willie heard him.

“Willie! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I don’t…” Reggie’s face was on fire, and Alex and Flynn shared one look and hightailed it out of there to the other side of the pool, where the Jacuzzi was. At least they couldn’t eavesdrop over the sound of the bubbles, even though they were probably filling in Luke, Bobby, and Julie. “I’m so sorry. It’s just a stupid little- I mean, I love you more than anything, I’d never try and, not that I think your dad would-” He buried his face in his hands again. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you! It’s stupid and embarrassing. It doesn’t mean anything!”

“You just have the hots for my dad,” Willie said slowly. It wasn’t unusual. Dad had a lot of groupies, both male and female. It wasn’t like he did anything to discourage them. He was in showbiz, it was good for his numbers. The longer Willie thought about it, the more funny it became. Reggie had a thing for dads. Maybe they should buy like, a Hawaiian shirt and start wearing sandals with socks in them. Grill something. Call Reggie slugger.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Reggie whispered. “Please don’t break up with me.”

“Hey, no, never,” Willie said, wrapping an arm around him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Reggie said, relieved.

“Even though you have awful taste,” Willie said.

“Well, not that awful,” Reggie said, fiddling with Willie’s necklace and smiling smugly. “I mean, I have the hots for you way more.”

And because there was no way to agree with that without sounding incredibly self-centred, instead Willie leaned in to kiss him. From the hot tub, there was a wolf-whistle.  

“Wanna go throw Luke in the pool?” Willie whispered against Reggie’s lips.

Reggie’s smile was beautiful. “Darling, I thought you’d never ask.”

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Willie knows Reggie is the one when he wakes up one morning to Reggie carefully moving his spider plant’s runners out of the way so he can look out the window with a ‘pardon me, Miles’.

Reggie realises Willie is the one when they crouch down to greet his dog and tell her she is the best, prettiest, softest girl before even bothering to look up and say hi to him.

Years later, on a quiet Saturday afternoon where Reggie is curled up on the sofa reading, and Willie is messing around with his watercolours, they both take turns peeking at their respective partner doing their own thing and wonder how they got so lucky.

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“I would love to lick whipped cream off your body, but I’m afraid I’m lactose intolerant.” for Reggie/Willie

His plan was simple. Willie had given him the key to his place. Not even in a 'for emergencies or to water my plants when I'm away' kind of way. In a 'stop by any time because I love you and I love being with you' kind of way. An 'I cleared out a drawer for you' kind of way. A 'you have your own toothbrush here' kind of way.

So his plan was simple. He was going to sneak into Willie's place right before Reggie knew he'd be home, and surprise him with the sexiest thing he could think of. Well, the sexiest thing he could think of that wasn't Star Wars related.

He heard the door open, heard Willie pause in the doorway. The trail of rose petals was maybe a bit much, but he hadn't known how else to lure Willie to the bedroom in a way that was sexy and not 'is there a burglar in my house'. "Reggie?" Willie called.

"In here," he called back, in what he hoped was a sexy voice. It was kind of hard not to move, but he was determined to make this work and not mess up the sheets before Willie was even in the room. He listened for Willie's footsteps, lifting his head a little and grinning at him in the doorway of his bedroom.

"Oh," Willie said, looking surprised and a little flustered. There were candles all around (well, there were those little candle-shaped lights, since Reggie knew himself, and he didn't think Burning Your Boyfriend's Building Down was particularly sexy), rose petals leading to the bed. And on the bed, there Reggie was, naked and covered in whipped cream.

Super sexy. Amazing surprise. Knocked it out of the park. He was the Best Boyfriend.

He grinned at Willie when he came over and knelt next to the bed. "Surprise," he said. He'd left his face free of whipped cream, even though the urge to draw on a moustache was pretty high. Willie beamed and kissed him, stroking his hair.

"Babe," Willie said, a smile in his voice. "I would love to lick whipped cream off your body, but I'm afraid I'm lactose intolerant."

Oh. Oh no. Willie leaned down again, trying to kiss away the disappointed look on his face. "I'm sorry," Reggie said. "I thought it would be a fun surprise."

"You naked in my bed is always a fun surprise," Willie said. "Stay here, okay? I'm gonna get a towel or something to wipe this off, and then we're going to take a very steamy shower together, and then I'm going to lick you all over."

Okay, so maybe Willie was the Best Boyfriend, because that sounded amazing. He loved showers, especially showers with Willie. "I'm going to make it up to you," he promised.

"You have nothing to make up for, Sunflower," Willie said, kissing him again. "I'm sorry I ruined your big surprise."

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A week later. He was a genius. He was the Best Boyfriend Ever. He was going to make this work, dammit.

Willie came in, laughing at the rose petals once again leading to the bedroom from his front door. He followed them much quicker this time, eager to see what Reggie had planned, and then... stopped in the doorway, frowning.

"Babe, we've had this conversation," he said, confused. "Did you forget?"

"Bedside table," Reggie said, grinning.

"Is it Lactaid? Because those don't always work one hundred per cent and I don't want to interrupt our fun with... oh." He inspected the can of whipped cream.

"It's vegan," Reggie said, beaming.

"You," Willie said, bending down to kiss him. "Are the best boyfriend ever."

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21 + 45 + Reggie/Willie for the mashup?

Dystopian AU + Chocolate of Romance

The town was little more than a single street. The abandoned grocery store had been a bust. So had the pharmacy, and the gas station. They had been picked clean long ago. So had most of the houses in the area, all he found was a bottle of shampoo and a new toothbrush. There'd been a few overgrown gardens in the back though, so Willie had some little plastic boxes full of fruit, tomatoes, and an entire backpack full of zucchini.

Reggie had been combing out the stores across the street. There were a bunch of shoes lined up outside the shoe store in Willie's size, a pair of fresh socks on top of the first pair. He gratefully took off his old shoes, with the holes in them, and tried on the first pair, then the next, until he found the ones that were the most comfortable.

The same in front of the little clothing store. Anything Reggie thought he might like was carefully displayed outside the store, so he wouldn’t have to go inside and do all the safety checks himself. Willie had to admit the shirt with the skateboarding frog was pretty awesome, and he swapped out his tie-dye crop top for it. The hairdresser and diner didn't get the same treatment. If there was anything that was useful there, it was probably already stuffed in Reggie's pack.

He finally found Reggie in what seemed to be some kind of store where people sold... trips to far off places? The faded posters on the walls looked like nothing he'd ever seen before. He wondered what those places looked like now, after the end of the world. Softly, he knocked on the open door. Two knocks, pause, knock. Reggie's head shot up from where he was rifling through someone's desk drawers, and he beamed.

"You found the clothes," he said happily, bouncing over. His old shoes had been swapped by neon green ones, and under his leather jacket, he was wearing a shirt with a sun in sunglasses. Willie caught him around the waist, pulling him close and kissing him soundly. Even in abandoned little ghost towns that were quiet as anything, they hated being apart.

"I did, thank you. I also found a ridiculous amount of fresh food. Enough that we can get to the next town with minimal rationing, especially if we manage to hunt anything in the mean time." They'd be sick of zucchini by the end of it, but it was still better than trying to make a single can of beans last three days. Willie felt a calm he usually didn't, safe in the knowledge that they would be alright, at least for a little while.

Reggie, on the other hand, was vibrating against him, all nervous energy. No, not nervous. Gleeful.

"What?"

"I found a thing," Reggie said, reaching back and presenting him... rectangle, in some kind of plastic. It was shiny and black, with red letters. There was an R in there, which was Reggie's letter. No W, unless you looked at it upside down. "A present, for you."

"Is that..." Willie breathed out, amazed. He'd only ever seen one of those in Caleb's office, long ago, before they ran away together to brave the Outside instead of the oppressive compound where Caleb ruled all.

"I think so," Reggie whispered. "How do you open it?"

He took the thing, fiddling with the plastic until it tore open. The smell was unlike anything they'd ever smelled before, and Willie ever so carefully took the brown rectangle out of the packaging, before carefully breaking it in half.

"Hey no," Reggie said. "I got that for you!"

"And I wanna share it with you," Willie said stubbornly. The inside had other colours, different shades of brown. It looked kind of gooey. He held the bar to Reggie's lips. Carefully, Reggie took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. His eyes drifted shut, and his head tilted back as he gave a happy groan. He looked so beautiful. Willie loved him so much.

"Good?" Willie asked, breathlessly.

"Amazing," Reggie said. "You have to try it."

Willie's first taste of chocolate is from Reggie's lips, and it's the best taste in the whole world.

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He hadn't found Willie yet, not even after visiting the blacksmith and talking to Alex, who had the decency to look vaguely guilty even as he obstructed justice and said he had no idea where his boyfriend was. Reggie had tried most of the usual spots already, which just left one.

"Hey, Sheriff Handsome," Luke greeted him with a wink. "What can I get you? Beer? Whiskey? A kiss?" Reggie rolled his eyes, but accepted the kiss to the cheek anyway. He may be working, but he was only human.

"How about the location of my fugitive?" he asked, and grinned when Luke's eyes flicked towards the back room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Luke said, like he wasn't the world's most terrible liar. Reggie gave him a proper kiss, ignoring Julie's little wolf whistle from the piano and the laughter of the regulars.

When he made his way to the back room, there was a flurry of movement, and a squeak, and Reggie laughed at Willie's attempt to hide behind one of the working girls in his lap, shrinking behind ruffles and curls and petticoats. "This is your worst hiding place yet, Willie."

"Who says I'm hiding?" Willie pouted. "Maybe Josephine and I are having a good time." Josephine, on his lap, stifled her laughter, rolling her eyes and taking Reggie's hand when he offered it to her like a gentleman. She made her way back towards the front, wishing Willie good luck over her shoulder.

"I very much doubt it," Reggie said, putting his hands on either side of Willie's shoulders on the wooden bench behind him, looming just a little. It made his badge gleam in the light. "Because if you do anything to break Alex' heart, I’m making sure you get far worse than a night in the county jail." Willie swallowed, eyes flitting from Reggie's face to his badge.

Reggie sighed, before dropping into Willie's lap himself. "Now come on, man, what did we talk about, scaring the prospectors into thinking there's a Bigfoot out there?" He pouted. "You're making my job really hard, sweetheart. I keep having to chase down fake monsters in the mountains instead of doing any actual sheriffing."

"But it's so funny!" Willie said, wrapping his arms around Reggie and stifling a giggle into his neck. "You should have seen their faces!" Reggie rolled his eyes, but when Willie pulled him down for a kiss, he didn’t resist. 

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#julie and the phantoms#williexreggie#fanfic#yes reggie gets willie's number and they start texting#and possibly have a cute pumpkin spraypainting date a few days later#Caleb is caught between 'I should have known better' and 'actually this is fire' when Willie shows up with a whole shopping cart of gourds#plus fancy silver and black spiderweb table cloths#and possibly the 12 foot skeleton but like spray painted gold with intricate black designs that incorporate the HGC logo all over the bones#also I just really like the idea of Bobby getting free range to make influencers cry if they try to get free stuff#HAPPY DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON#I wrote a thing

ohh how about 9. I work at the pumpkin patch and that is an alarming amount of gourds you got there, buddy, with willie collecting the gourds? also, happy decorative gourd season!!

Reggie loves his job at the pumpkin patch. The pay is decent, it's more fun than stocking shelves at the supermarket, and he loves seeing all the excited kids run around trying to find The Perfect Pumpkin. Also, he gets to take home some of the leftover cider donuts they sell at the little stall next to his sometimes.

Also, today he made a baby stop crying by juggling tiny gourds, so he felt kind of like a superhero.

It's not all families, of course. Their clientele also consists of hipsters, goths, cute couples on romantic pumpkin picking dates, people really really into fall, and Instagram Lifestyle Influencers. Thank god he gets to call Bobby when those come around. Bobby likes either flirting with them, or being nasty about their follower count and their 'lazy-ass diy projects', depending on whether or not they're trying to scam them out of free gourds or not.

Their boss actually gave them both cider donuts and a whole pumpkin pie, the day Bobby made an Influencer cry and vow never to return. Apparently she'd been terrorising the pumpkin patch for years.

The guy coming up to their table now, well, he was pretty enough to be an Influencer. Like, really, really pretty. His long hair was in a messy bun, and he was wearing a crop top with pumpkins all over it under a pair of paint-stained overalls.

Reggie really, really hoped he wasn't trying to scam them out of free pumpkins. Because he had a lot. Like, he'd taken one of the little wagons they usually gave to the kids and had a virtual pyramid of pumpkins on it. Big ones, small ones, weirdly shaped ones that people usually left in the field. Then, Reggie realised he’d somehow hitched a second wagon onto the first one, with another pile of gourds.

"That's uh... that's an alarming amount of gourds you have there, buddy," Reggie said, kicking himself. That was neither the suave pick-up line he'd wanted to say, or a customer-friendly meaningless pleasantry.

"I know, right?" The guy said, delighted. "I think I'm gonna need to borrow your wagon to get them all to the car, sorry."

"That's alright, I can help carry them if you want," Reggie said.

"Really? That'd be awesome!" Gourd Guy beamed. "I um, I kind of lost count out there, so I have no idea what my total is gonna be. But my budget is five hundred bucks so... I think we should be good."

"You have a budget of five hundred dollars for pumpkins?" Reggie asked incredulously. God, he really couldn't control his mouth around this guy.

"I mean, my boss gave me five hundred dollars to pick out new Halloween decoration for the Club," he said. "And he told me to make it classy. 'None of that plastic stuff, William.'" He made a severe face, lowering his voice as he pretended to be his boss.

"I mean, gourds are super classy," Reggie agreed, even though he had no idea what counted as classy. If he was given 500 bucks for Halloween decoration, he probably would have blown it on that 12 foot skeleton he'd seen online.

"I'm gonna get some black and purple and gold spray paint as well. Maybe use some paint pens and make some of them extra fancy." William wriggled with excitement at the idea.

"That sounds so cool," Reggie said, as he started to line up gourds and count them. "Are you an artist?" The paint-splattered overalls made it seem that way. He bet William was really pretty when he was all in the zone.

"Myeah, mostly grafitti stuff, though. You can check me out on Insta, I'm under willie.ortega.art." Bobby, who had perked up at the mention of Instagram, wandered over. Reggie wanted to glare at him. For once, he wanted to flirt with the cute Instagram-haver.

“Oh dude, you’re actually pretty good,” Bobby said, holding his phone so Reggie could see. Willie wasn’t just pretty good. He was amazing. His page showed big sweeping murals, as well as a surprising number of custom skateboard decks. Also some little street art scenes in surprising places.

“Hey, I know that one! It’s right near my favourite dog park!” Reggie beamed. “It makes me laugh every time.”

Willie beamed proudly, a pleased smile staying on his face as he gazed at Reggie with soft, pretty eyes.

“Of course your follower count-” Bobby started, before Reggie quickly turned around and shoved a hand over his mouth.

“Back off, he’s cute and he’s paying and he’s mine,” he hissed. He didn’t want to see Bobby try to make Willie cry. Bobby looked from Willie to Reggie and back with doubtful, squinting eyes, before Willie took out his wallet awkwardly. Then he shrugged, bit Reggie’s hand for good measure, and wandered off.

Reggie turned back, embarrassed. “Sorry about him, we’ve been having some problems with people trying to get free stuff and...” He looked up to see him watching him, a flirty smile on his face.

“Oh sure, influencers. They try to get VIP treatment at the club as well,” Willie said. “I was more interested in the other parts of that sentence. The part where you said I’m cute.”

Oh. Oh no. He’d heard that?

“And yours.”

“Uuuuum!” Reggie spluttered, but Willie just grinned at him, helping unload his many pumpkins onto the table. Their fingers brushed probably more than necessary, and the way the guy kept smirking at Reggie’s blush, he was pretty sure it was on purpose.

The pumpkin counting seemed to go on forever, not that Reggie was in a rush. In the end, Willie’s total came to 210 dollars worth of gourds, which wasn’t shabby. They were definitely getting leftover cider donuts tonight.

And, if Reggie was lucky, maybe a phone number as well.