No plot points, just soft Boggie

Cannot believe I just wrote almost 2000 words of Boggie fluff with barely any actual plot points just them being cute and cuddling. Also the softboggiesoftboggiesoftboggie wip on my WIP tag game over on my main @beethovensbitxh

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None of the boys had really objected to the idea of movie nights when Reggie innocently suggested it one night. He’d been having kind of a hard time, and Bobby didn’t have the heart to admit that no we don’t have a spare TV just lying around. The three of them had loaded into Alex’s shitty hand-me-down station wagon to go find one after that.

Now, I’m not saying it became tradition after that. But it totally became tradition.

Every Friday night at a quarter to 10, the four boys would pull the couch out into a bed and plug in the TV they’d found tucked away in a Goodwill. It was in almost working condition, it just had a few bruises on the screen. Reggie didn’t mind though, ‘cause at least his boys actually wanted to watch something with him.

“We watched this two weeks ago!” Alex had protested one too many times, throwing a handful of popcorn at the screen and then throwing himself back against the cushions. “Oh c’mon ‘Lex! Don’t be such a- a debbie downer!” Luke would always laugh and reach over to slap his shoulder.

It didn’t matter when Alex fell asleep halfway through what was supposed to be the most exciting part.

It didn’t matter when Luke got distracted at the 45 minute mark and scribbled something in his notebook down and then stared into space for another 10 minutes.

And it definitely, totally, didn’t matter, didn’t even affect him, when Bobby leaned his head against Reggies shoulder and moved closer than they’d previously been and Reggie could feel Bobby’s ribs moving so slowly with each careful breath, he was afraid to move and break the fragile thing on top of him.

Bobby had never been the most affectionate physically. He was always the last to join the band hugs, and the only person that really touched him all that often was Luke because he had strangely smooth skin for some reason. It’s not that Reggie didn’t want to touch Bobby. He just wanted to respect his boundaries. 

Unfortunately for him, it didn’t seem like sleepy Reggie really understood those boundaries.

They woke up the next morning, alone on the pullout surrounded by pillows and drifting beams of sunlight. Yet someone had been thoughtful enough to close the blinds, blocking out most of it. 

Bobby’s head was buried in Reggie’s chest, and Reggie had been rubbing unconscious circles along his shoulder blade, scrunching up the grey shirt Bobby had been wearing. He felt Bobby’s hand tighten on his own shirt when he stopped, and he figured that he hadn’t been the first awake. Each time his chest rose, Reggie could feel Bobby’s nose press into his ribs and he’d press his hand into Bobby’s back only slightly, giving him that comforting feeling he’d craved for so long.

Yet they stayed, holding onto each other as if Luke and Alex didn’t exist and weren’t waiting for them to wake up so they could busk down by the pier. The hum and the glow of the TV had shut off some time before, as if someone had turned it off halfway through the night and left them to themselves.

They didn’t talk about it much after that, but on the nights where Bobby just really needed the smell of laundry detergent and a warm body, he’d scoot closer to Reggie, who’d immediately get the hint and lift his arm to let him in.

And Reggie still called him Bop-it and tried not to make things weird, so he kept his distance and as unattached as he could.

Bobby thought that whatever had been happening between them was mutual, at least it felt like it had been, but he chose not to say anything. 

Maybe he’d taken it the wrong way and the other wasn’t actually into him like that. Maybe friends really do just hold onto each other like they’re the world and shits falling apart around them but at least they have each other and that’s okay. Maybe he’d just let his emotions get the better of him.

It wasn’t until Bobby nearly pinned him against the wall after a very successful shot at winning a wrestling championship that they shared anything more than those Friday nights turned Saturday mornings. Reggie could taste the caramel dip he’d had that morning and feel the sweat as he ran a hand through Bobby’s hair, but he honest to God didn’t care about anything–anyone–else.

He could only hear the fluorescent gymnasium lights buzzing like a fly in his ear, and the cheers of the crowd faded into background noise. It was slow and fast and so very quiet but he wanted to switch his ears off and focus on just kissing Bobby. That single moment turned into hours in the front seat of Bobby’s car in Griffith park, watching the lights behind the Hollywood sign and just being there. Together. 

At one point Bobby switched off the radio and turned to look at Reggie, who hadn’t even really processed why they were out there, and he just smiled. “What’re you doin’ Bobbers?” Reggie had asked, turning to look at Bobby, wanting to study every little detail of his lips.

“I’m just…” Bobby trailed off, glancing back towards the windshield. “Can I kiss you again?” his voice was sweet and Reggie had barely even said “yes” when Bobby was pressing a kiss into his lips, one that Reggie so eagerly returned. He raked his hand through the other boys hair and he could tell that it’d all be okay.

The next day they had goofy grins over their faces, and Bobby was more touchy with Reggie than he’d ever been with Luke but Luke didn’t really seem to notice because he was wrapped in staring at Julie from across the hall and coming up with the best way to ask his own girlfriend to the prom. At some point or another Bobby had grabbed onto Reggies hand to pull him out of the way of a crowd of confused freshmen, and then he never really let go. 

“Regsticle, c’mere…” he’d pulled his counterpart into an empty stairwell and held his face as if it was the most precious thing on Earth. His laugh was almost infectious as he pressed quick kisses onto Reggie’s face and both almost collapsed in a fit of giggles. 

“Lucky to have you Reg…” Bobby had finally said once they’d regained their composure, and Reggie took in a deep breath. “I know…”

“Did you just fucking Han Solo me?” Bobby asked before they fell back into another laughing fit.

Thisthing had attracted the attention of everyone, even Bobby’s cousin. Carrie was interning at a gossip column and wanted to know every little thing going on in the school. “Oh come on! Just tell me! I won’t tell dad!”

“All you have to do is come to one of our practices” Luke had told her as they walked down the halls, Carrie hot on their heels with her phone recording in one hand. Julie just chuckled and kissed him on the cheek, breaking off back towards her friend. 

They hadn’t exactly put a label on it yet, and Bobby was okay with that. To be fair, he did want to scream “look at my boyfriend!” at the top of his lungs to anyone that would listen, but they still hadn’t talked about it yet and it would still be fine if they never did.

But the lingering gazes across the room at each other and the heat burning at Reggies cheeks always left a mischievous glint in Bobby’s eyes.

But sometimes he’d get so caught up in the beauty of that boy that he wouldn’t even notice Reggie staring back at him. And they’d get caught in an endless gaze when tunnel vision set in and the world around them fell away.

“What?” Reggie asked one day after he’d felt Bobby’s eyes trained on him. Bobby just shook his head and let a smile creep up on him. “Nothin’. You’re jus’-” He trailed off, his eyes meeting Reggies lip and he took in a sharp breath. 

“Hm? The… hottest person you’ve ever met?” Reggie smirked, pushing a strand of hair out of his face. Bobby’s breath hitched and he had to cough to get himself to snap out of whatever trance he’d accidentally stuck 

There was a groan from behind Reggie. Luke had hung his head, “You two are so gross”. Reggie giggled and Bobby fell even more into whatever feeling he was getting at that moment.

.Movie nights happened a lot more, except sometimes there was no movie. Sometimes it was just them. Bobby and Reggie. Reggie’s arm draped over Bobby’s shoulder, rubbing those same circles into his back and his other arm underneath his head. Bobby holding onto Reggie’s shirt with one hand, face buried in his chest. And sometimes they didn’t even sleep, or at least Bobby did. The small massage put him straight to sleep most nights. Yet Reggie would lay awake and question how he got so damn lucky as he pressed delicate kisses to his boys temple.Reggie was alright with it.

Other nights they fell asleep back to back, and Bobby could feel Reggies shoulder blade but it was strangely comforting and he didn’t fully understand why but he didn’t really care. Their body heat blending together under the comforter and creating a blanket of warmth wrapped around them. And sometimes Bobby would reach his hand back and find Reggies waiting, and wrap them together just as Reggie was falling asleep.

“You’re an idiot” Bobby joked as he pushed Reggie away. He’d been trying to read and Reggie would not take no for an answer when asking the question “wanna cuddle?”

“Yeah whatever! You love me!” Reggie stuck his tongue out, trying to fight off Bobby’s hardcover book being batted at him. Bobby finally threw his book to the side and rolled to hold himself over the boy in his bed, running his hand along Reggies temple and smiling. “I do… love you…”

It was the first time either of them had dared mutter it, but Reggie smiled so wide and flung himself up to wrap his arms around Bobbys neck to kiss him so hard Bobby almost fell down. 

“So you love me?” Reggie chuckled once they’d pulled apart. Bobby looked away and nodded slowly, “Ye-yeah. Yeah I do. I love you Reg…” he said because he did. He loved Reggie Peters and really didn’t care if anyone knew.

“I know…” “Will you stop fucking Han Soloing me!”

I’d Kill For You, I Am For You

Luke and Julie, star-crossed lovers from different houses, find themselves fighting for love in a time of sorrow and epic heroism aided by their friends and companions. 

Or

Romeo and Juliet AU

This fic is split into 3 Acts instead of the usual 5 for the play. I’ve spent over a month writing and editing this, and nearly all the dialogue was translated or rewritten from the original text.

LINK TO I’D KILL FOR YOU, I AM FOR YOU

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I started thinking about this this morning and spent all day writing it because these two dumbasses own my heart and my brain is broken

Trevor Wilson. Reggie would never get used to that. To him, Trevor would forever be Bobby. His Bobby. His Bobby that wore stupid suspenders, and cut his own hair into those ridiculous bangs, and never really talked to people outside his friends. His Bobby was a kid from the suburbs who spent most of his time writing chord progressions in his head and making sure his friends ate actual food and not just Cup O’ Noodles.  

His house was ridiculously big, too big for just two people. What did he even need all those rooms for anyway? Probably to hide from his past.  

Reggie stared up at it, holding his arms close to his chest. What the fuck was his doing there anyway? It wasn’t like he was going to go inside. He didn’t have the same courage when he was alone that he had with the boys.

There was the subtle, familiar woosh of a ghost poofing behind his shoulder and he turned to see which one of his boys had finally found him. He was surprised to see that, instead of either of his boys, Willie was there. Willie was kind of one of his boys, but they’d never really spoken without Alex around.

“How’d you find me?” Reggie muttered, and Willie gave him a look that answered it. “Alex” they said at the same time and looked at each other. “Julie and the guys they’re uhm… they’re worried about you man.” “Yeah, well they shouldn’t be. I’m fine.” “I don’t know, they said you’ve been missing for a while… sent me after you when they failed… plus you’re lurking outside of Trevor Wilson’s house.”

Reggie didn’t say anything for a second, rolling the ring on this pointer around his finger.  

“Something happened before you died, didn’t it?” Willie let his helmet rest on his board, and when Reggie shot him THE look, the look he only gave his friends when he was the one with the braincell and they did dumb things. 

Willie muttered “The guys gossip like middle schoolers.” Reggie chuckled and looked at the ground, picking at his nails. He nodded, and Willie pretended not to notice the way he wiped his face with his sleeve and how his voice became heavier when he said “yeah…”

“It wasn’t…” He started, and took in a shaky breath, “It wasn’t like a thing thing. Ya know?” Willie got what he was trying to say, but barely. “We were 16, dumb teenagers. I mean I’m sti- yeah.” Reggie stumbled over his words, but Willie didn’t say anything about it.

1994 was a weird year for all 4 of the boys in Sunset Curve. Alex came out to his parents in March of that year, and Luke ran away in early December. It brought all 4 of them closer than they’d ever been. It also gave Reggie some feelings that he wasn’t entirely sure about.

Practices became longer, more frequent, Alex hung around more. Going home wasn’t much of an option anymore, especially if he wanted to avoid his parents. Bobby didn’t really care, neither did his grandparents, they were just happy to have more people around and more kids to stuff with lunch.

Reggie, desperate to escape the fighting for a bit, came around after school and stuck around, usually overnight. His parents never really bothered to notice if he was gone.  

That was one of those nights, when it got so bad that his brother Karson went to his friend’s house for the weekend, and Reggie followed his lead.

Alex and Luke had already left when he got there. Reggie climbed a tree, and the roof, before wrapping his knuckles on Bobby’s window, who seemed just as shocked that Reggie had gotten up there as Reggie himself was.

“What are you doing?” Bobby hissed once he’d opened the window and Reggie slipped himself inside and onto the floor. “What do you think?” Reggie muttered, pushing himself up and throwing his duffle bag onto his bed.  

“You could’ve just used the front door. Don’t you have a key?” “Yeah, but it wouldn’t have been as fun sneaking around.” Reggie gave him that grin he used when he was flirting, where his smile was pushed to the side and it brought one eye into a squint. He knew Bobby couldn’t resist it, none of the boys could.

“Whatever.” Bobby rolled his eyes and sat back down at his desk, hunched over his notebook. “Whadda ya writing?” Reggie asked after a few minutes, leaning on the back of Bobby’s desk chair. “Chord progressions for Luke. The kid’s talented but damn, he’s a mess.”  

Reggie chuckled, falling back onto the bed. He sighed, and Bobby turned his seat around. “What?” “Bored.” “Nana’s playing Yahtzee downstairs if you wanna join her-” Reggie shot up, “No! The whole point of sneaking around is that I don’t interact with your grandparents!”

Bobby scoffed and stood up. “I guess it can wait… what’d you wanna do?” “let’s…” Reggie didn’t finish, he was staring at Bobby’s hand, which was covered in ink from his pen. “What?” “Oh! Nothing! Just… brain fart.”

It was no surprise that Reggie had been so distracted. Bobby was nice to look at, all 3 boys could agree on that. Reggie was the only one who got tripped up looking at him though.

“Uhm, we could- we could gossip like girls at a sleepover!” Reggie rolled onto his stomach and kicked his feet up in the air. “You think that’s what girls do?” Bobby smacked him with a pillow, and Reggie let out a gasp that sounded like he was scandalized.

Bobby just laughed at him and did it again. “No!” Reggie yelped, and grabbed the pillow, yanking it, and Bobby, still holding onto it, came down on top of him. The one-sided pillow fight turned into a full-blown wrestling match on Bobby’s bed, and then on the floor after they fell off.

After they landed, both laughing and out of breath and laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling.  

“Don’t tell the others-” Reggie managed to wheeze out, “But you’re my favorite bandmate.” Bobby’s hair had fallen back onto the floor, exposing his entire face. Reggie liked being able to see his face, he really was pretty.

Bobby pushed himself to his elbow and smiled, “What?” Reggie hadn’t noticed that he was staring at that boy. That beautiful, raven-haired boy that could make him laugh in any situation. That boy that, even though he didn’t seem like much, lit up every room he walked into. That boy that had such a beautiful grin, but no one seemed to notice it because he didn’t smile all that much.

“Nothing you’re just… very pretty…” Reggie couldn’t help if he was such a flirt, even with his friends. Bobby chuckled and looked back at the window Reggie had crawled through 10 minutes before, “Yeah and you’re an idiot.”

Bobby sat up and stretched, rolling over and landing right on top of Reggie, face to face. It would be quite awkward if his grandfather were to walk in at that moment. His eye’s widened and his cheeks turned pink, “This is weirdly intimate.”

“And?” Reggie’s breathing became strangely noticeable, and the way his chest rose and fell, and the way his nose perked up just a bit like it was permanently pushed upwards, and how his freckles decorated his cheeks like little stars on a canvas.

Nothing made sense until that moment really, until Bobby was kissing Reggie and they were on the floor and Bobby was practically in Reggie’s lap.

Bobby pulled back after a moment, his hand still cupping the base of Reggie’s skull and his middle finger pressed into that soft spot under it, his breathing shaky as he looked between Reggie’s lips and his eyes. “Do we know what we’re doing?”  

Reggie shook his head; his hair was wild and thrown out of the usual pushed back style, and he muttered “Not entirely.” A rose tint climbed his cheeks, and Bobby pushed the hair out of his face to better look him in the eyes.

It was silent for a second longer, and this feeling hung in the air like a fly in a web, before Reggie whispered “Do you wanna-” “Oh yeah. Yeah.” Bobby cut him off, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Reggie hadn’t said anything for several minutes, and Willie hadn’t interrupted that silence. He knew exactly what had happened, even if it wasn’t exact.

“You spend a long time loving someone… even if it’s from afar. And then sometimes… they move on. They move on, and they leave you, a ghost, a shell. And it’s- it’s not Bobby’s fault, I know that but-” A warm tear slipped down to his chin.

Willie placed a hand on Reggie’s shoulder, letting him know that he was still there. Reggie looked over, his voice breaking just a bit, “You’re a good listener Willie… but let’s not tell the boys about this. They don’t know about-” Willie nodded hastily. He had stopped making promises after Caleb, but sometimes, deep down, he’d promise himself something. This was one of those things.

“C’mon Reg. The boys are probably worried sick.” Willie let him wipe his face and regain his composure, before Reggie finally nodded and murmured “Okay…” Just as fast as Willie had arrived, both departed.