#you best believe i will be writing more willex from now on baby

[bluefirewrites]

Not sure if it's considered a head cannon but if they were to do a Willex kiss in a future season I feel like it could have similar vibes to the Peter and MJ kiss in Far From Home. Like a little awkward/nervous but clearly they care a lot about each other?

Oh. 

OH. 

I know that you were only comparing them (I am a huge Spideychelle shipper btw), but here me out:

Spider-Man AU where Alex is Spider-Man and Willie is MJ. 

The vibes are there. 

Like how drumming helps him become a more confident, less of an anxiety-ridden person. That’s what being Spider-Man would be for him in this AU.

And Willie is like MJ, pretty chill, resourceful, and down to help (his hijacking of the MudSlide tour bus is like MJ wielding the mace.)

But getting back to canon. Or canon-ish while I’m coming up with how a Willex kiss would go down... 

It could be set at HGC, the aftermath of a very intense battle against some big ghost baddie connected to Caleb and soul snatching. Everyone’s checking in on each other, and Alex’s first thought was: ‘Oh no- Willie’. 

Too weak to poof, he’s darting around the place, searching amongst the ghosts who have recently gained their souls back for that familiar brunette mop. 

He finds him on the balcony overlooking the dance hall, near the entrance. He’s slumped over against the railing and Alex almost misses him. 

Willie is battered and bruised, having had gone up against Caleb earlier in the night before being flung across the room Alex comes to find out. 

Alex yells out his name, helping the boy rise to his feet. Once upright, Willie finally notices it’s Alex, and lunges at him, encasing him in a tight embrace, relieved.  

“A-Alex, you’re ok,” He pulls away and gently cups the blonde’s face, “You’re ok, right-?-” he asks while searching for signs of injury. 

Alex tenses from the sudden contact and Willie seems to realize his mistake, immediately retracting his hands and transferred to holding onto the bannister. 

“Um...” Alex clears his throat, remembering the situation at hand, “Forget me! Look at you! I didn’t think ghosts could even get hurt.” he gestures to the bruises tattooed up Willie’s arms. 

The skater waves it off, “Ghost magic. But I’ve had worse injuries. Don’t worry,” 

“But I do,” he says, “Worry that is. About you,” Alex runs a hand through his hair, “I don’t think I’m going to stop being worried about you,” 

Willie stares at him, “...really?” he barely whispers. 

His eyes widen, “Oh, I mean. Like in a healthy way. In a totally not overbearing way,” he starts to ramble, “I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m angry. I mean I am. I’m mad at myself. I came too late. I had to help Julie find the amulet to stop Caleb. But look at you. If I had been here, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten hurt, you wouldn’t have-”

Alex’s words are stopped short by Willie’s lips on his. 

It happened quick. Barely a second, with the skater looking abashedly on the ground. 

It takes a second for Alex’s mind, his body, to catch up with what just occurred. He doesn’t know what to do. In a case of madness, he laughs in disbelief, the laugh itself coming out in short, shaky intervals. 

“You...” he draws out slowly, “You kissed me.” 

Willie nods, “Yeah.” 

“Why?” 

“Because...” 

“Because?” 

Willie finally raised his head to look at him, “Because I care about you, Alex.” 

Hearing that brings Alex back to the night outside the Orpheum, after Willie told them what Caleb had done. The words were had weight to them then, but feel heavier now. 

“I care about you too, Willie,” He responds. 

“...” 

“...” 

“... you know I mean like, more than a friend-” 

“Oh thank god,” Alex doubles over, hands on his knees, letting out a sigh of relief, “We’re on the same page.” 

This causes Willie to laugh, now more at ease, “I mean, wasn’t it obvious?” 

“From running me over with your board and you calling me ‘Hot Dog’- no. It wasn’t,” 

“Yeah...” Willie scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “I’m not good at this.” 

“Me neither,” 

“Maybe we can help each other through it,”

“Sounds good to me...” Alex draws closer, his hand hesitantly reaching to frame Willie’s face; the other boy doesn’t resist. He drapes his hands over Alex’s, staring at him intently. 

“You know also sounds good right about now?”

“If you say hot dogs, I swear to God-”

Willie raises an eyebrow, “You’ll what?” 

Alex only smiles before closing the gap, their lips meeting for longer this time. He angles his head to deepen the kiss and he could feel Willie get caught off guard before getting with the program. Alex’s heart skips a beat upon feeling his partner’s lips transform into a smile against his. 

They break apart, but not before Willie chases after him, stealing another quick peck. They laugh, resting their foreheads against each other, catching their breaths. 

“Um... I think I’ll be making a lot more hot dog jokes now if this is my punishment,” 

“I was trying to go for the thing in the movies, like when the person is like ‘shut up’ and the other person goes ‘why don’t you make me’?” 

“But neither of us said those things,” 

“I... know that now,” Alex groans, “Like we were bantering, right? That’s what I was getting at.” 

“Yeah no. I got that.”

“I’m a dork,” 

“And I love that,” 

“So...” Alex starts. 

“So...” Willie repeats, still unsure how to proceed. 

“So...”

A third voice cuts in. They turn their heads to see Julie, Reggie, Luke, Flynn, Carrie, and Nick, in various stages of dishevelment, staring at them. 

it had been Luke who interrupted. He’s sporting a toothy grin whilst crossing his arms and playfully bumping into Reggie who’s giving him a thumbs up. 

“So you dating or what?” Carrie finishes off. 

Alex and Willie share a look. Then they grabbed each other’s hands, making sure their friends could see, “I guess we are.” 

“Finally!” Flynn exclaims while Julie tries to usher everyone else away to give the new couple some privacy. 

She slaps an overzealous Luke upside the head as he lingered to applaud the two. He begrudgingly leaves with everyone else down the stairs. 

“I’m sorry about them,” Julie shakes her head, “You two just... carry on. We’ll go clean up I guess. Help afterwards. Please?”

“You got it boss,” 

“And thanks, Julie,” Willie expresses, “For everything.” 

“No problem. But you take care of that soul now,” 

“Will do. I’m not making any more deals,” 

Julie gives him a pointed look, “I wasn’t referring to yours.” and she winks at Alex, causing him to blush. 

And with that she waves them goodbye, leaving them alone once more.  

Willie sighs, “I need to go and check on everyone. Make sure their souls are back,” 

“Right. And I should go back to Julie and the others,” 

“We’ll definitely talk later,” 

“Yes,” 

“See you,” 

“Bye,” 

The two move to leave in their opposite directions. They both made it to about a couple feet away before they’re rushing back towards each other. 

“One more for the road?” Willie asks. 

“Duh,” 

And they kiss quickly before parting for good. 

Alex may have skipped down the stairs on his way to his friends

(And maybe he pretends to not have heard Willie let out a whoop once he rounded the hallway). 

Yep, they’re both dorks. 

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 11 - De Orfeo Records

Summary: Sunset Cure AU, Willex, is there a chance?, 2.8k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

WARNINGS: death mention

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Reggie and Carlos were running around in the middle of taking down equipment after their latest gig. Luke shook his head as he wrapped cords over his arm and placed them in a storage box. Alex, however, was nervously trying not to get run into as he carried various pieces of his drum set out and handed them to Bobby in the back of the van. He could forgive Reggie not really helping out since he was taking responsibility for the kid, but also hadn’t anticipated that their energies combined would put him more on edge.

As he went inside to grab the last piece of his set, he found that Reggie had taken his flannel and tied it around his neck like a cape, with Carlos wearing his leather jacket in a similar fashion. They approached Bobby, who immediately joined their game and they pretended to battle each other. By the time Alex had finished getting his whole set in the van, they were playing out a dramatic victory over defeating Bobby.

“Guys, this is great, but we really should finish packing up,” Alex said, although he was smiling from the entertainment.

“I guess you’re the next bad guy we fight,” Carlos said in a mock-deep voice.

“We can schedule it later, Robin,” Alex teased.

“Oh, no, he’s Batman,” Reggie corrected. “I’m Robin!” He put his fists on his hips in a proud superhero pose.

A big SHHHHHH came from Luke and they all looked over at him to see what was up. He was far off by the venue office, holding a phone to his ear and writing onto a notepad. His eyes were wide with excitement, and his energy was only held back by the other hand tapping against the paper. The boys watched as his smile grew bigger and he said goodbye, barely putting the phone back in place properly.

“YEEESS!!” he cried, raising his fists into the air in celebration. They all came running toward him to see what had happened.

“Boys, we’ve got good news!” Luke told them. Looking on in anticipation, Alex gripped his fanny pack tightly. “One of the record execs that came tonight is offering for us to sign onto their label and put out some songs! He even heard our demo!”

Everyone celebrated, jumping up and down and high-fiving each other. Reggie let Carlos climb onto him in a piggyback and they both yelled triumphantly. Luke pulled Alex into a bro hug, then Bobby. Alex held his arms up and placed his hands on top of his head, unable to believe what had just happened. Euphoria filled his head like helium and he went to double-high-five Carlos, who was still perched on Reggie’s back.

“So what else did they say?” Bobby asked, still smiling.

Luke had to shake off some more excitement before he could explain the rest.

“Ahhh, so he said we could meet in a few days to discuss business and contracts and such, let us get a look at the studio and stuff. I got all his contact information and he’s totally excited to get us on. We’re moving on up boys!”

The celebration continued, and their renewed energy caused the rest of the take-down to go by much faster. They were still riding the high as they drove home. Alex listened to Luke talk about which songs they would want to record first and where they would land on the charts. He remembered that feeling he had back at the Pearl during their sound check. Doing that? For real and not just dreaming and hoping about it? They hadn’t made it just yet, but this was a change he could be excited for.

Reggie had been staying with Carlos, which the rest of the boys figured was a good excuse to not stay home. As Bobby pulled up to the house, he and Luke began climbing out of the van. Carlos and Reggie were already inside.

“Uh, guys?” Alex said, still in the back of the van. They all turned back to him. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” Luke gestured like oh-silly-me. “We all decided to stay here for the night. It’s just a nice change from the garage and Julie’s aunt has lots of leftovers that need to be eaten so…”

“So...I’m grounded,” Alex reminded, raising his eyebrows. His parents hadn’t been happy about him sneaking out to the pier the other night.

“Screw your old man, Alex,” Bobby said.

“Yeah, he can eat my shorts if he tries to do anything about it,” Luke added.

Alex took a moment to think. Disobeying wasn’t going to do anything for or against him at this point - he kept anything truly important to him out of his parents’ reach and since he’d gotten the punching bag he could actually contend with their tempers. They couldn’t punish him in a way that mattered.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” he said finally, following them into the house.

They found Reggie and Carlos already raiding the kitchen.

“Alex, you’re staying too?” Reggie said when he saw them enter.

“Yes!” Carlos cried, pumping his fist. “You get to make popcorn. Tonight, the Empire Strikes Back!”

“Oh yeah, baby!” Reggie responded as the rest of the boys began following orders from Carlos. Alex wasn’t crazy about Star Wars, but eh….young Mark Hamill was hot so he didn’t mind too much. He was sure most of them would fall asleep during the movie anyway.

A couple hours later it turned out he was right. Carlos was slumped on the floor leaning back against the chair Luke was sitting in, hand still in the bowl of popcorn. Luke was leaning on his hand, breathing soundly. Alex had watched earlier as Bobby’s head flopped onto Reggie’s shoulder and the flustered look that had overcome Reggie’s face, and it was too good not to smile at. Once the VCR began automatically rewinding the movie, Alex shut off the TV.

He stared at the ceiling as he pulled the handle on the La-Z-Boy he was in and reclined into a somewhat comfortable position. Even now, weeks later after meeting for only a day, the first thing he wished he could do was tell Willie the news about the record label. He probably would have been just as ecstatic as the rest of them, if not more. Victoria would be back soon and hopefully have some news. He guessed it didn’t matter if he’d been right about the missing kid, but maybe just knowing if she got to talk with Willie would be enough.

The memory of soft brown eyes still rose in his mind. He’d been doing his best to keep that moment cemented in his brain because he’d noticed it helped him sleep. It was funny because he’d done the same thing with the guys, but staring into Willie’s eyes had been an entirely different experience. Alex wished he had the proper words to describe it, but the best he could do was marvel. Willie was clearly unaware of the strength he held, and it made Alex want to bring that out with his entire being. If he ever did get the chance, that would be something worth looking forward to.

Victoria didn’t arrive until the afternoon the next day. Since Alex felt that she had gone because of him, he made everyone else clean her house as well as they could. No traces of food on the floor, no messy beds, and the kitchen was cleaner than when they had found it. As she came back into the house, she put a hand over her heart.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “I should take trips like this more often if you boys are this good!”

“Yes, tía, please, please, please let them babysit me again! Pleeeeaaassee!” Carlos begged with his hands pressed together.

“Ay, sobrino, no me quieres?” she shook her head.

“No, I do!” Carlos tried to recover. “But they’re fun!”

As if to make a point, Reggie rubbed a hand on Carlos’ head.

“It’s okay little dude, we’ll be back.”

Victoria pulled her wallet out of her purse.

“Well, you boys took very good care of him and I promised I would pay you, so here you go.” She handed each of them a generous amount of cash. Luke, Reggie and Bobby all whooped as they thanked her and headed to the van. Alex held back with anticipation. Victoria looked at him seriously.

“There was no connection,” she told him before he asked. “His guardian explained everything to me, and there was nothing else to go on. I wanted to know because I thought I could solve an old case, but I had to let it go.”

“Well, did you get to talk to him?” Alex tried not to sound too urgent.

“You mean Willie? No, I never saw him. After talking with his guardian I didn’t need to.”

Bowing his head, Alex made himself swallow his other questions. She had at least tried.

“Thank you,” he said. “I’m sorry if it was inconvenient.”

“I chose to go, don’t worry about it,” she assured.

Nodding and saying thanks one more time, Alex hurried out after the rest of his friends.

A few days later, the boys slammed the doors of the van shut as they looked up at the building before them. It was so plain and simple on the outside; they never would’ve guessed there was a studio there. It was likely they had driven past it many times on the way to a gig. Pushing through the door, they all looked at the logo in neon lights on the wall: De Orfeo Records.

Collectively, the boys took in awed breaths at the reality of where they were standing. This was too good to believe. Alex took in the scene, trying to imagine this being a place he came to regularly. Could he ever get used to it, or get over the sheer excitement of just being there? Luke patted him on the back, desperately trying to contain himself. They wandered through the halls a little bit until they came to a room where the door was sitting open.

“Oh, boys!” A man called as they almost walked past it. “In here!”

As they all shuffled in, the man shook their hands and pointed them to a couch where they could sit. Alex nervously stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he took a seat. The man across from them was dressed surprisingly casually, if not with obvious expensive taste. He still had sunglasses on, but their yellow tint was clearly not for actual UV protection.

“Nice to meet all of you,” he was saying. “My name is Alan, I’m one of the producers here at De Orfeo. Which one of you did I talk to on the phone?”

Luke raised his hand.

“That was me,” he said, already gushing with excitement. “How’d you hear about us, anyway?”

Alan didn’t answer, but instead looked up at the doorway as someone else came in.

“Hello boys!” Caleb Covington entered, his charismatic smile spread wide across his face. “So nice to see you again.”

Alex’s heart rate immediately sped up and he clenched his hands inside his pockets. How could it be? He thought his last chance to reach out to Willie was gone and seeing Caleb brought back everything he hadn’t been able to ask Julie’s aunt. All the guys were happy to recognize him.

“I won’t be staying for the negotiations,” Caleb said. “but I wanted to properly introduce myself as the owner of this label. I want to assure you boys the best experience as newcomers in the industry. Let any nerves that still linger walk right out the door.” His eyes landed on Alex for a moment, and it felt purposeful. “Take it away, Alan.”

Listening to the producer’s pitch was difficult to focus on now, and Alex had to fight hard against his brain latching onto the new hopes that had arisen. He was thankful that when paperwork came out, Bobby was mindful enough to have them read through it. It was taking too long, though, and Alex was already wishing he had his drumsticks in hand to help pass the time. Reggie had so many questions, and Luke had trouble understanding numerous words - at least that kept Alex occupied because he could be helpful in that. A good hour had passed going over all the information.

“This looks great!” Luke said finally. “How are we feelin’ boys?”

Each of them nodded and looked around at each other, confirming that they all agreed on every settlement. Luke grabbed a pen and pulled his copy of the contract toward him, pausing momentarily to drink in what was happening. Then he signed his name in giant letters. Alex, Bobby, and Reggie followed suit, and Alex could feel a weird tingle rush through his hand as he made the final flourish with his pen. They were all in now.

As the band began celebrating, Caleb knocked on the doorframe.

“If it’s alright with you boys, I wanted to speak with Alex privately for a moment,” Caleb said, gesturing for Alex to follow him outside the room.

His curiosity was at the point of overflowing, and he went out trying to control his trembling hands. Maybe Caleb had talked to Willie after all. This could be his way to bridge that gap and he wouldn’t have to live off of just memories.

Everyone else was still going nuts over getting the contracts signed back in the room. Standing in the lobby, Caleb was looking at him seriously, maybe even pitifully. It quickly drained the exhilaration in Alex’s chest.

“I can tell you’ve been wanting to ask me some questions,” he began. “But before you do, I thought it was best to inform you of some important details first.”

Alex looked up at him with his hands back in his pockets and gulped. Why was his heartbeat suddenly so loud? He knew Caleb couldn’t actually hear it, but it still embarrassed him. His mouth began to go dry.

Caleb furrowed his brow, as if what he was about to say wasn’t easy to get out. He bowed his head and took a breath before looking at Alex again.

“Willie,” he started. Then he paused. “Is dead.”

The trembling in Alex’s hands stopped.

He stared at Caleb, as if he could pull off the serious expression and find a joking smile underneath. It was a few moments before he remembered to breathe in, and blinking seemed to cut that moment into two as if the first one wasn’t real.

“No, no, that can’t - ” he heard the words spill out of his mouth. Why was his body so tense and ready to defend itself? His cheeks felt hot.

“I know the news is hard,” Caleb interrupted, placing a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “I can hardly bear it myself. There was an electrical fire. He didn’t make it out.”

Alex could only shake his head. Caleb’s expression wasn’t changing and for some reason it was the most infuriating sight. He could punch that face and make him bleed if he really wanted to. The adrenaline was already rushing to his fist.

“There has to be a mistake,” he said, chuckling darkly.

“There is no mistake,” Caleb told him firmly.

How was the man so calm? How could he say those words out loud and not immediately crumble to the earth? How could he have worn such a large smile earlier?

“I know you two weren’t friends for long, but he made it clear you were important to him.”

The words came through as if from a tiny speaker. They’d only gotten one day and it wasn’t enough. Willie couldn’t go like that, he simply couldn’t - not when Alex needed to know if they could’ve ever had something real. He still wanted to know so many things about him and look into those brown eyes and soften the hard edges on them. He needed to - 

He was crying. On his hands and knees, trying to get the dark shadow that had grown inside his chest to come out. It made him choke. Caleb had apparently left him alone, unable to console him, and he felt hands on his back and shoulders as he fought to properly breathe. Luke was knelt down before him, mouth hanging open in want of words but not able to form any. Bobby was gripping his hand and supporting him as he and Reggie pulled him up onto his feet.

“We need to get him in the van,” one of them was saying.

Any movement from there was not his own. All three boys were trying their hardest to help the tallest member of their band out of the building. Everything was numb - like a machine that had broken down after being run too hard.

The brown eyes faded into darkness, murky and thick. There was no air in his lungs to scream into that dark, no tie-dye, no rolling of wheels on the sidewalk, no ‘ribbit’, no more wondering and hoping.

Dead quiet. That was all.