#it could be worse Reg he could have stolen one of Caleb's suits
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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.”
#why is this almost 2000 words who gave this fic the right#julie and the phantoms#williexreggie#fanfic#reggie peters#willie throckmorton#I wrote a thing#AUs are awesome#this fic is brought to you by cheyenne jackson's thirst traps on instagram#yes willie 100% dresses up like a Dad for Halloween#yes Reggie's face is red the WHOLE DAY but also the gray streaks in Willie's hair are kind of doing it for him#it could be worse Reg he could have stolen one of Caleb's suits
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