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daintyduck99 · 1 year
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MOAR AU PROMPTS 9. Animal Shelter for Reggie/Alex/Willie
This is also for @invisibleraven, who asked for "animal shelter and the reggie ship of your choice"
"Are—are you taking this one home?" Reggie stammers, half-burying his face in Daisy's fur as he pets her for possibly the last time, hoping that the charismatic couple won't notice his watery eyes or his furiously flaming cheeks.
Hot Skater Guy—no, he'd said his name was Willie or Billy or—Reggie had been too flustered to catch it, fuck it—Hot Skater Guy hums, then says teasingly, "That's up to you, Red. Looks like a package deal, if that's okay with you. It's cool with us."
"Yeah," Reggie breathes, not quite daring to believe it or to speak any louder lest he shatter the moment, giving them a grin that only grows as Daisy licks his face, "yeah, we'd like that. Take us home."
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tillstarscollided · 1 year
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one line, any fic
a little slow on the draw here but hey fun tag game: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people! tagged by both @legolasghosty and @molinapattersons (my darlings, whose stuff you should definitely go check out because they're both amazing and i adore them kthxbye) honestly... too lazy to think of 10 ppl to tag and anyone i would have tagged already has been sooooo rip - if you see this, this is me tagging you. right now. you have been tagged.
Lets go in order, shall we? (minus the latest bc its a collab and i have no idea what shelly wrote vs me lbr ) (some of them are more than one line but shhhh its fine dont be a snitch)
your mouth is a hurricane (i'm drowning in the rain) - firstprince
Alex scrubs a hand over his face with an exasperated groan. “So, I’m bi. Thanks for that, by the way. I mean, not just because of you specifically , but like, the wake up call. Whatever. Anyway. Kissing you is great, would love to keep doing that, but it’s the after that gets me all tripped up .”
you're the answer to all my prayers - firstprince
“Don’t tell me blasphemy is what gets you going. On God’s own soil?”
i'll be the question if you'll be the answer - juke
Julie lets out an incoherent whine, tossing her brush onto the desk. “My soul will reek of sparkles for the rest of my days,” she laments.
all that's left between - lukebobby
Bobby laughs, a choked wet sound that has Luke’s heart falling to pieces in his chest. “When did you become so emotionally competent?”
there is radiant darkness upon us - ralexie
He thinks he could be—used to it, that is. He thinks he would like to be.
promise me to stay beyond the sunrise - firstprince
His heart flips over at the eager yet unsure look on Henry’s face—how badly he wants to learn this piece of Alex, learn this part of all those kids at the shelter, even if all he learns are words for mundane things.
laugh in the sunshine, fly through the dark - luke/willie
God, kissing Luke is something they’ll never get sick of, they don’t think. It’s a privilege, he’s sure, to be held by him, to get to be the one leaving finger-shaped bruises into the skin hidden under his shirt. It’s a worship, to live with his name curled around his tongue and bitten into his lips.
ain't there something poetic in seeing you laid so bare - willex
“My immediate thought was ‘ow’, followed by ‘how did they just run me over’ , and then some vague jumble of ‘oh no, pretty, I am very gay’. ”
i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune - luke/willie
“Alright, Romeo,” he says as Willie settles back against his side, satiated with the onslaught of affection… for now.
sweet libations and starlit nights - willex
He can see it now; the perfectly crystallised vision of his life shattering away for this new one. The faceless woman, the grand chapel wedding, the kids screaming and running through a cold and empty house—it all disappears, Willie taking their place: Willie here, with his shirt rumpled and his lips kiss-bitten, and Willie in a plush armchair by the fire, book and cat settled in his lap, Willie making breakfast in the sun-bathed kitchen. 
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innytoes · 2 years
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21 + 46 and Reggie/Alex/Willie?
Dystopian AU + Blind Date
Anon I am so sorry but I cannot not make this pun. This is a Day of the Triffids AU. Basically, everyone who saw a mysterious asteroid shower woke up blind the next day (which is a huge portion of the population since everyone was really hyped about it). Also there's walking plants who will murder you with their tongues and then feast on your corpse.
Considering the chaotic mess the world was, they'd done alright for themselves, really. It probably helped that the band had been super tight beforehand, and that Carlos and Reggie had been super into zombie apocalypse movies. It was really not that big of a stretch to turn a zombie apocalypse plan into a 'my entire family and the whole world is blinded' plan.
In the beginning, Reggie had been the only one in their group who could see, and that was pure dumb luck. He'd forgotten what day it was, worked a full shift at the coffee shop, worked on the song he'd wanted to show Luke later, and then crashed like thirty minutes before the meteor shower was supposed to start, sleeping through all of it.
So yeah, in the beginning, it had been rough. Terrifying. Getting around as a sighted person had its own perils. Plenty of people were willing to get really violent for their chance at a sighted person to lead them around. They'd quickly worked out a system: Luke up front, Reggie subtly steering his shoulders through squeezes. That way, they moved like the others, didn't attract unwanted attention.
It was better when they'd linked up with Flynn's family. Flynn's mom was blind, had been most of her life. She'd helped the others, taught them how to get around. She's started teaching them braille. Alex' little sister, Stevie, and Carlos were picking it up quick as anything. She also loved to garden, so over the summer they'd turned a lot of the available front yard space into edible plants. Reggie's job was to do the morning patrols, finding and burning any triffid podlings that had taken root before they could become dangerous.
That's how he'd found Willie, who had been crouched in front of one of the tomato plants, shoving them in his mouth. He'd spoken before he could think about it, scolding him about not waiting until they were ripe, and Willie had shrugged and said 'they're red aren't they'. Both had realised their mistake almost immediately, but before Willie could run - or skate - away, Reggie had offered him a place to stay.
Willie fit in with their little group perfectly. He was friendly, funny, and just the right amount of chaotic. He was also beautiful, and kind, and great with kids. His laugh was the prettiest sound in the world and he knew how to get pretty much anyone out of a funk. So yeah, Reggie was smitten.
But when he’d seen Alex and Willie grow closer, of course Reggie had taken a step back. Alex deserved the world. Besides, Reggie had other responsibilities, he shouldn’t waste time mooning over some boy. He’d done it before, pushed down his crush on Alex even before the whole world fell apart, and now that was just a dull ache. In time, the same would happen with Willie, and he could move on and be happy for them.
It would be easy to hide his feelings, he figured, since only one person was around to see him. But one day Julie had followed him out during his morning patrol and confronted him about it in the most gentle way she could, and he’d spent an hour just crying in her arms. She’d urged him to talk to Willie and Alex, hinting that there might be feelings there as well, but he’d blown her off, taking her hand and describing the gardens to her while he weeded out any problems. They’d only gone back when Julie had promised his voice didn’t sound all wobbly and hoarse.
He’d forgotten to check if his eyes were still red and puffy. Because of course he had. He hadn’t had to worry about what he looked like in literal years. Which Willie of course noticed. Which had lead to the whole thing coming out anyway, Julie dragging Luke out of the studio by his ear so they could have some privacy.
They’d been dating ever since. And it was perfect. Except dates in the post apocalypse were really more ‘having dinner in the garage alone’ or ‘going to pick the tomatoes together’. It was dangerous to go outside of their little fenced off corner of the neighbourhood. It was hard for Alex to get around in the empty houses on the street, because he hadn’t memorised where everything was.
Still, on the nights the spent together on the pull-out sofa in the garage, the privacy was heaven. Curling up against Alex, playing with Willie’s hair, kissing them both without fear of being interrupted by his little brother or Luke who had an amazing song idea, it was bliss. Tonight, they were discussing things they missed from before the apocalypse. Willie missed skating competitions, and the internet. Reggie was sad they’d never make the next season of his favourite show. Alex sighed, and said he missed the beach.
Which was totally a fixable thing. It had taken them a few weeks, talking to the others behind Alex’ back, making sure everyone was okay with their day trip, preparing the safest route. Willie was the one who usually went outside their neighbourhood, scavenging and skating around. He’d mapped the safest route to the safest beach, getting rid of as many triffids as he could along the way.
But then the day had come. Ray had waited for them at the door, giving him a hug. Reggie had clung to him, nervous. He didn’t want to leave them alone. He’d been responsible for their safety for so long, it felt wrong to leave. Which was exactly why he should, Flynn’s mother had told him firmly, the week before. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked.
“I’m sure,” Ray said. “You boys deserve this. Go have fun. And Reggie...” He paused, and Reggie tensed. “Remember to wear sunscreen.” Ray winked at him, squeezing his arms before ushering him out of the door. 
The walk to the beach was long, and slightly tense. Willie had a make-shift molotov cocktail in one hand, and Alex’ hand in the other. Reggie was on Alex’ other side, quietly leading them around debris and muttering a running commentary of what he saw around them.
They set off at first light, so they didn’t really run into many people, and they were mostly able to avoid the ones who were out, only stopping to make polite conversation with a group of women lead by an old lady with a guide dog. They told them that the beach seemed to be clear today, as Rover hadn’t alerted once while they heard the waves. They even let Reggie give Rover a quick pet, and Alex joked that whatever happened, Reggie’s day was already made.
When they could hear the waves, Willie climbed one of the palm trees to scout the area, declaring Rover was right and it seemed to be all clear. As soon as they hit the sand, Alex laughed, stopping. He yanked his shoes off, and Reggie smiled, shoving them in his backpack while Willie pulled Alex towards the waves.
They played in the sand and the water for hours, taking turns floating on their backs, splashing at each other, just sitting in the surf and letting the waves crash over them. Kissing each other with salty lips. Eating the lunch that Flynn’s mom had packed them. Laying on their backs and soaking up the sun. Maybe even spreading out the big towel they’d packed and... taking advantage of the privacy they had (after they checked and reassured Alex there was nobody around, of course).
And when they got home, salty and sated and happy, they were welcomed with open arms, a home cooked meal, and a good bit of healthy teasing when the first thing Reggie said when asked how it had been was: “I pet a dog!”
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salamandergoo · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Mercer/Reggie Peters/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson/Julie Molina Characters: Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Flynn Taylor, Carrie Wilson Additional Tags: Fluff, Polyamory, Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Forehead Kisses, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleepovers, Willie Uses They/Them Pronouns (Julie and The Phantoms) Summary:
Willie really loves their partner Alex. Alex really loves them too. But they also really like Alex’s band mate Reggie. And as it turns out, Alex really likes Reggie too.
And what do you know, Reggie likes them too!
written for @jatpfs secret Santa!  This story is for @juulieandthehimbos, I hope you enjoy!  Merry Christmas!
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jmrothwell · 1 year
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"Setting the Christmas tree on fire doesn't count as a way to get warm, ok?" for Willex or Willie/Reggie/Alex plz and thank you
It was nice of Caleb to let them use his private secluded cabin for the Christmas season. It was still close enough to civilization to ease any of Alex’s concerns about getting snowed in and being unable to get help. A picturesque small town, which mostly consisted of wealthy holiday tourists taking advantage of what Reggie called ‘the idyllic holiday movie feel’
And Reggie had been thoroughly taking advantage of the picturesque nature of everything. Staging Willie, Alex, and himself in all manor of poses, face flushed a harsh vibrant red from staying in the cold so long. One time after he’d burrowed himself-teeth violently chattering-between Willie and Alex they’d asked if he wanted to go back inside.He’d said being a little was worth it if he got to be with them.  
So Alex wasn’t sure what to think later that night when Reggie refused to relinquish any of the blankets he’d buried himself under. The layers had been accumulating all evening. Starting with his flannel when they got home. 
Then Willie’s white hoodie as they prepared dinner followed by Alex’s pink one halfway through the meal. Once they decided to settle in for a movie Reggie disappeared for a short bit. When he reappeared it looked like he’d grabbed every blanket he could find and then built himself a little blanket nest on the couch.
“Why doesn’t this place have central heating?” Reggie’s muffled voice came from somewhere within the blanket pile. 
Willie chuckled, wrapped up in his own baggy sweater, “It actually does, sweetheart.”
Reggie grumbled, “well it sucks.”
Alex had to concede Reggie had a point there. Maybe they should call someone to make sure it hadn’t broken, because it really shouldn’t be this cold for the setting they had it on. 
WIllie hummed as he contemplatively looked around the room. “We could always start a fire.” He said with a far too mischievous grin as he eyed the fireplace.
The suggestion got Reggie to free his face from the blankets at least, his own curiosity peaked. And there was no way Alex was letting either of them near fire starting tools with those particular looks in their eyes. So instead he slapped his thighs as he stood, “all right, where’s the firewood.”
Willie’s smile turned apologetic, “if there isn’t any already by the fireplace then it’s all in the shed out back.”
“Noooooooo.” Reggie whined, disappearing into the blankets again. “No one is going outside or opening the door. it’s too damn cold. We’ll freeze to death.”
“We’re not going to freeze to death.” Alex said through an exasperated chuckle, at the same time Willie jokingly suggested.
“Well, I guess, Christmas trees are pretty flammable.”
Somehow the suggestion got Reggie to free himself from the shoulder’s up in order to gape at Willie. A bizarre mix of horror and ‘clearly interested in the idea’ fascination.” 
“No, no.” Alex cut in and this is exactly why he wasn’t going to let either of them near any matches or lighters. He knew Willie almost always had a Zippo on him but that wasn’t the point he was making. “Setting the Christmas tree on fire doesn’t count as a way to get warm, ok?”
Willie shrugged noncommittally as Reggie pouted, “then how are we supposed to stay warm?”
With a fond eye roll, Willie silently pulled Reggie into his side. His cheeks tinted pink as he nuzzled into WIllie’s shoulder with a small noise that sounded similar to ‘oh right.’
Alex chuckled as he readjusted the blanket mess in order to sit on Reggie’s other side, throwing a couple of the blankets over them again. They certainly had no trouble finding creative ways to keep warm the rest of the night.
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444names · 6 months
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wr0temyway0ut · 2 years
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Help My Worlds Collide - A JatP SMAU
Interlude: Halloween
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Taglist in reblogs, ask to be added or removed!
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curvesomesunsets · 2 years
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i just think they <3
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a-tomb-with-a-view · 3 years
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"Reggie, darling. What the fuck is on your head?"
Hi, tysm for the ask!! (Send me a sentence and I’ll write a ficlet that starts with it) have some wiggie (background ralexie)!
“Reggie, darling. What the fuck is on your head?”
Reggie pauses, feeling something like how he imagines a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar would feel. He’s not entirely sure, seeing as he was much better at sneaking around the house than anyone he knew when he was little, but the mild panic that jolts through him, freezing him in place, seems fitting. “Would you believe me if I said it’s not what it looks like?”
Willie crosses his arms over his chest, and Reggie knows he’s not at all subtle in letting his gaze drop down to his boyfriend’s sleeves straining around his arms. “Absolutely not.”
Reggie sighs petulantly. “It’s a cowboy hat.”
“I can see that,” Willie teases, stepping forward until he’s close enough to tip the brim down a little. “What’s it for?”
“I bought you and ‘Lex one, too.” Reggie points to the neon pink cowboy hat on his bed, and then to the silver glittery one balanced precariously on his desk.
Willie tsch’es lightly, pushing the hat back up until they can kiss Reggie. “That doesn’t help me at all, sweetheart.”
“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” Reggie says slowly as a wave of panic that Willie might have forgotten - or worse, just doesn’t care - sweeps through him. “And Alex always wears a cowboy hat on my birthday.”
“I know that, angel,” Willie must recognise how tense Reggie’s gotten, because he takes Reggie’s hat off and pulls their closer, a hand on the back of their neck guiding him down until their face is buried in the crook of Willie’s neck. “But how come yours is the size of a small city?”
Reggie shrugs, not bothering to lift his head enough to be clearly audible. “I’m turning twenty one.”
“And that requires a super massive cowboy hat that you could see from space?”
“…maybe.” The stupid fear from earlier is already receding, like it always does as soon as Willie or Alex call him something ridiculous and soft - angel or baby or sweetheart - or pull him close and let him just exist as close as he physically can be to them. He’s comfortable though, doesn’t really have any incentive to move. “I thought it’d be really funny when we’re all drunk, cos we can do that now.”
“We did that anyway,” Willie reminds him fondly, dropping a kiss on the crown of his head. “Because your friends are bad influences.”
“You love my friends,” Reggie argues, pulling back enough that he can watch Willie laugh, all sparkling eyes and a smile bright enough to light up the universe. “And Alex is the worst influence, and I have it on very good authority that you’re in love with Alex.”
“We’re in love with Alex, dumbass.” Willie loops his arms around Reggie’s neck, briefly pulling away enough to put the cowboy hat back, before leaning up on tiptoes. “And I’m in love with you.”
“That’s gay,” Reggie mumbles, but leans in to kiss Willie anyway.
Willie, for once, doesn’t rise to the bait, and instead just kisses him. “You have to say it back, it’s the rules,” they say once they’ve pulled back.
Reggie doesn’t even bother protesting that Willie ignored his joke, just cradles his jaw with one hand, the other on his back. “I’m in love with you too.”
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saladbroth · 3 years
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"hey reggie, just out of curiosity... what on earth are you wearing?" for that first sentence thing 👀
atlas!!! thank you so much, this escalated ahdashdasf i thought i'd write like 300 words maximum but then i didn't i've been talking with about ralexie with @wadewaits and @sunset-bobby so i had to put them in here, and i'm always down for jukebobby, i hope you like it!
(send me a first sentence and i'll write a short fic)
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“Hey Reggie, just out of curiosity… What on earth are you wearing?”
Reggie looks up from his phone to see Luke leaning in the doorway, curiosity and a good portion of glee written across his face. He’s not entirely sure what Luke wants him to say, since it’s literally just clothes, or why he’s grinning as stupidly as he is, but Reggie doesn’t even get to say anything before Bobby appears behind Luke.
They slide their arms around Luke’s waist and kiss his cheek before focusing on Reggie, a similar grin spreading across their face. “So, Reg. Good night yesterday, huh?"
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Reggie says honestly but they just grin wider, obviously not believing him like the bastards they are. Reggie doesn’t even know why he’s friends with them, they’re awful. Julie appears in the doorway, effectively blocking it completely for any other students who might want to try and get into their classroom before the bell rings to kiss her boyfriends hello, then turns to Reggie.
“Damn dude, good for you.” she grins and Luke cackles, following her inside. Bobby shakes his head at the two of them affectionately but follows them anyway as they take their seats next to Reggie.
“Good morning to you all, I hate you,” Reggie informs them, earning him another laugh. Julie leans over and onto his table, patting his arm. “We knew your date would go well, but this really is something.”
“What?” Reggie looks at her, and then, finally, down at the jacket he grabbed in a hurry while running late for the school bus. It’s not his. It’s not the soft grey zip up hoodie he usually wears, it’s one of the jackets from the guys on the swimming team, and he knows exactly who it belongs to.
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His friends seem to know as well. Reggie groans and lets his head hit the table with a thud. “Fuck.”
“So I take it you had fun yesterday?” Julie asks innocently.
“It was great,” Reggie says. “They’re both really really nice, and I got cold so Alex gave me his jacket but I forgot to bring it back and now this is embarrassing and I’ll have to change schools and flee the country.”
Bobby snorts and pats his shoulder. “You don’t have to flee the country, they both wear each other’s jackets all the time.”
“Yeah but they’re boyfriends!”
“And you aren’t their boyfriend?” Luke is sitting in his chair backwards, dangling his legs and watching Reggie with an eyebrow raised expectantly. Reggie feels heat creep up his neck and into his cheek and buries a little deeper into the jacket.
“I mean. Maybe?”
Julie whoops and Bobby claps him on the back, congratulating him. “Well done bro, it’s about time!”
Reggie can’t help but laugh and then launches into a detailed account of last night, when Alex and Willie went on a date with him, to the cinema and then for food and then they just sat on the beach and talked for hours, and yeah it wasn’t their first date and also by far not their first kisses either but it’d felt different, in a way.
“You’re a goner,” Luke informs him but there’s nothing but affection in his voice, and Reggie grins. He’s happy and his friends are happy for him, and even a double block of history with Mr Johnson can’t ruin that.
He does feel a bit awkward in the hallway later, with the jacket that’s so clearly not his announcing Alex’s last name in embroidery on his back, but the others stay close to him and he only gets a few thumbs up from Flynn and Carrie. Nick whistles after him but smiles and Reggie’s fully prepared to tell him everything at lunch.
They run into Alex and Willie on the way to biology and of course, because they’re all awful friends, Bobby, Luke and Julie abandon Reggie with a wink and knowing smirks.
And okay, he gets it. He’s been crushing on Alex from PE who swims competitively for the school and Willie from art class, who also happens to be the team captain of the volleyball team for years, and he knows he’s been annoying about it but so were the three before getting together.
Willie and Alex are a couple literally everyone in the school knows and they’re great and Reggie’s still not entirely sure how the fuck he managed to talk to them in the first place, let alone end up in a school hallway wearing Alex’s jacket. But here he is. And they’re both smiling at him, speeding up to meet him.
“Hi,” Reggie says. “I’m sorry about your jacket, I know this is a bit weird but I swear I didn’t mean to put it on, I was just in a hurry.”
“Don’t worry, it looks good on you,” Willie says and lets go of Alex’s hand. Reggie stares at them and their pretty smile for a moment. Alex nods. “We share stuff, so don’t worry Reg. Just gotta make sure to let us have some of your stuff too at some point.”
Reggie nods. “Of course- sure, yeah. Uh. Do you guys wanna have lunch with my friends?”
Willie grins and leans in to kiss Reggie on the cheek, before tangling their fingers together. “Sure, it’s about time we fully get to meet them.”
Alex throws his arm over Reggie’s shoulder. “I’ve wanted to for a while, but I wasn’t sure if they’d like me- us.”
Reggie smiles up at him. “Oh they’re going to love you guys, don’t worry.”
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tillstarscollided · 2 years
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An Assembly of Broken Things
the JATP x DND fantasy family au. where a group of magical beings fall into each other to traverse the powers given to them, the curses they bear, and the love that blossoms between.
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innytoes · 2 years
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I am late I feel like but Autumn prompts Number 1 with Reggie and anyone.
"IT'S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON MOTHERFUCKERS!" Reggie shouted, pouncing on Alex' back. Alex, after years of being in Sunset Curve and thus used to Luke and Reggie's shenanigans, automatically caught him. He brought his hands under Reggie's thighs, hoisting him up in a piggy-back. Reggie beamed, hooking his chin over Alex' shoulder and clinging to him like a baby koala.
"It's what?" he asked, the words only now filtering through.
"It's decorative gourd season! I saw my first pumpkin today," Reggie explained. "Your boyfriend taught me that."
"My boyfriend taught you to swear?" Alex said, giving Willie a reproachful look.
"I'm pretty sure he knew the word 'motherfucker' before he met me, Hotdog," Willie said, amused. "It's a meme."
Willie had explained all what a meme was. Alex was still a little vague what the difference between a meme and a regular joke was, but apparently there were a lot of them now. Still, it was fun to make Julie wonder where the hell they'd learned about 'that's so sad Alexa play Despacito'.
Reggie adored the dramatic chipmunk and the word 'yeet'. Luke had taken 'anyway here's wonderwall' and ran with it, trotting it out every time Julie was annoyed with him over something. Alex' favourite was the sarcastic 'sure jan'. He got a lot of use out of that one.
"Also, how is it pumpkin season already? It's September. Isn't pumpkin season supposed to be October?"
"Hate to break it to you, hotdog, but Pumpkin Spice Latte season starts in august. People are like, really into fall these days."
"Wh-why?" Alex asked. This was LA. They didn't get fall. They had summer, and slightly less warm summer.
"Because it's spoopy season!" Reggie crowed. "And it's even better, because now we're ghosts! It's our season, Alex!"He wriggled so much that Alex dropped him on the couch. He did not use the word 'yeet', even if he did think it, maybe. Dammit, Reggie.
"It's like eighty degrees out," he said.
"Soooo, is that a no to going to a pumpkin patch, stealing some pumpkins, and floating them around with the words 'repent, homophobe' on them in the yard of a homophobic congressman?" Willie asked. Reggie turned to Alex, puppy eyes on full display.
"Well, I didn't say that," Alex muttered.
"Yesss!" Reggie cheered.
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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?”
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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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stellarspecter · 2 years
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You Are the Best Thing That's Ever Been Mine
Alex knows he probably isn’t supposed to be thinking about someone else when he’s on a date with his boyfriend, but he just can’t help it.
Maybe the museum date was a bad idea. Reggie had suggested it, since they had a brand new exhibit opening on modern photography, but now they’re here and all Alex can think is that Willie would probably love it.
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my ralexie @jatp-ralex-week day 6 fic! 4 date nights + 1 time they stayed home
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caswellseyes · 2 years
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halfway in love
this is my @jatp-secretsanta gift for @relighthatspark! hope you like it :) the full fic is on ao3, i’ll put a link in the reblogs!
“This really cool person asked me out!” Reggie exclaims, waving his phone in Julie’s face, displaying a phone number. “They had this really cool tie dye crop top and super pretty hair and they winked at me and gave me their number and they said they liked my flannel and we’re going out for ice cream tomorrow cause we both think coffee dates are overrated!”
Julie immediately jumps up and starts dancing around with Reggie, clearly overjoyed for her friend. Luke is quick to join in, wrapping himself around Reggie and chanting in his ear. And then there’s Alex, still sitting on the couch, feeling like he’s in one of those movies where the music cuts out and all you see is people laughing and dancing, surrounding the protagonist who has horror dawning on their face.
Look, he knew this day would come. Of course someone would be smart enough to ask Reggie out at some point. Reggie is smart and kind and funny and beautiful and super talented, and Alex might be a little biased because he’s been halfway in love with his best friend for years, if not longer, but he knows these are facts. Reggie is a catch and if Alex wasn’t so sure that Reggie doesn’t like him like that at all, he would have asked him out months ago.
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