#wiggie

[invisibleraven]

³³⁾ fluffy socks YOU KNOW I GOTTA ASK FOR REGGIE/THE WILLIES

"Urgh!"

Willie looked up from the novel he had been invested in-he loved to read, and this book had been particularly investing, but when he heard the disgruntled noise from across the room, he put it down.

"What's wrong Zita?"

She looked up at him, all pouty lipped, and showed him the pile of mangled yarn in her hands. "Tangled."

Willie softened, sitting down next to his daughter. Smoothing down her wild dark waves, and kissing the olive toned skin of her forehead. "Were you trying to knit something liebchen?"

Zita nodded, cuddling to his side, and twisting the ends of his long hair. "Wanted to make socks for Christmas for you and abea. Nonna Beulah taught me how."

Willie grinned at that-Beulah was still kicking, though much slower these days. But she loved Zita like her own, and since Reggie didn't have anything to do with his family, and what passed for Willie's were galaxies away, she had deemed herself honorary grandmother to her.

"She taught me too, though I wasn't as young as you are when I started learning," Willie said, taking the pile of yarn and slowly untangling it. He made a cat's cradle to make Zita smile and giggle, something he dearly loved to see.

He and Reggie had brought her home a few years ago-barely a few months old, and she became their world. Now she was part way through her first year of school, and a bundle of energy. She could be found cartwheeling and singing around the farm. The animals loved her-even the chickens, much to Willie's chagrin.

Willie had a lot of adventures in his lifetime-and he thought that coming to Earth-nay, staying here to be with Reggie was his greatest one. But nothing could prepare him for what fatherhood was like. He loved it, no matter how tiring, hard, or fulfilling it could be. And Reggie was right there with him-making sure that Zita grew up loved, and safe.

Sure, she didn't know one of her fathers was really a space alien that used to resemble a gelatinous pile of orange goo, but they were planning on telling her one day when she was older.

"Well, how about I help you get back to making those socks?" Willie offered.

"But then they won't be a surprise!"

Willie bit back his smile at that. "Well I'll help you make abea's and then you can have nonna help you do mine, and I'll act really surprised when I open them on Christmas morning."

"Okay."

Willie sat on the ground, Zita snuggling into his lap and he helped her wind the yarn around the needles, working them together until she had several rows of red and black yarn.

"Do you think abea will like them?" Zita asked as they worked, the clack of the needles the only noise, as Rosie was out in the fields with Reggie.

"He'll love them," Willie assured him. "You know the first gift your abea ever gave me was a set of fluffy socks?"

"Really?"

"It's what convinced me to stay here."

"Where were you going to go?"

Willie paused-they had always promised they would have the discussion together, and when Zita was a bit more mature. So he could fudge a few details. "Home I guess. But I realized my home was here-with your abea."

"And Rosie and me!"

"Exactly liebchen," he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Now, I'm going to start suppe, but you call me if you need help."

Willie was chopping vegetables when Reggie came in, wrapping his arms around his waist. Willie relaxed back into the hold, sighing when Reggie kissed his cheek. "Hi cowboy."

"Hi space man. How's the rugrat?"

"She's taking up the family holiday tradition."

Reggie gave him a queer look, then listened, hearing the familiar click clack of knitting needles. He had never taken up the art but he loved everything Willie had knit for him, and to know that Zita was learning it as well warmed his heart.

"Socks?" he whispered.

"Act surprised," Willie hissed back.

"I am, so it won't be much of an act," Reggie murmured. "I'm going to go wash up, then we can eat."

Willie nodded, then called out "Zita, abea is home!"

The two men smirked as they heard her scramble to hide her work before the padding of feet rushed towards them, Reggie catching her as she threw herself at him in a hug.

"Hello motek, what have you been up to?" he asked her, swaying them around as Willie slid the casserole he had been working on into the oven."

"Nothing!" she said-totally not suspicious.

"Sounds fun," Reggie replied, resting their foreheads together. "Now, can you feed Rosie while I get ready for supper?"

Zita nodded, squealing as Reggie pretended to drop her, kissing her before heading up the stairs.

Willie gave her a wink and mimed zipping his lips. She gave him a thumbs up and whistled for Rosie, taking off to fill her bowl.

And on Christmas morning, there were socks galore-a matching set from Beulah in rainbow hues, a set from Willie with little stars stitched into them, and one set from Zita-one in red and black, one in hues of orange and green for Willie, and a purple set for herself.

Willie knew one thing as he sent Beulah a picture of the haul-there never would be a set of cold feet at the Peters farmstead.

[stellarspecter]

do you love the color of the sky jatp ships?

which one?

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

You bought him a cake that said 'nice ass, bro' for Reggie/Willie because I feel like either of them would

INNY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! (this is at most T rated and not spiralling out of control BUT STILL)

“Dude,” Alex laments, “stop moping. This is getting ridiculous.”

Reggie pouts, “He’s not picking up any of my hints! I don’t know what else to try.”

“You could try, I don’t know, talking to him? Directly.” Luke chimes in from the other side of the room where he’s fiddling with his guitar. 

Reggie groans dramatically, throwing himself face down onto the couch. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles into the cushion.

“You are being next level dramatic right now,” Alex says, unimpressed. 

“You don’t get it.”

“I… *I* don’t get it?”

“He’s like. The world’s prettiest person.”

“Well aware, Reg. Are you living in an alternate universe where Willie only exists to you, or…?”

“Shut up,” Reggie says, again muffled by the cushion.

Alex pats Reggie’s head patronizingly. “Alright, well you have fun eating the furniture because you can’t figure out how to use your words. I’m going for ice cream. Bye!”

“If you see Willie tell him I love him!” Reggie calls from where he’s still lying. He’s turned his head to the side so that his voice will at least carry. 

“Tell him your own fucking self.”

Alex grabs his keys and leaves, the door slamming behind him. 

Reggie groans.

“Wow, not even ice cream can help. You must really be suffering,” Luke comments, setting his guitar down beside him.

“Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Luke,” Reggie whines. He freezes and then jolts upright. “Wait!”

Reggie quickly throws on his shoes and runs after Alex. “Alex! Wait!” he calls desperately. 

–

“I can’t believe you convinced them to write that,” Alex sighs as he starts the car. 

“It’s amazing what a good tip will do,” Reggie beams. He starts giggling, “That’s what he said.”

“You are a child, I swear.”

“You’re just grumpy ‘cuz you’re boring.”

“I’m not boring and I’m not grumpy.”

“You’re always grumpy. Maybe you need a good tip too,” Reggie mutters.

Alex gapes at Reggie. “I get plenty laid, thank you very much.”

“Okay, well can we get me laid please? Go go go.”

“Jesus, next time I’m leaving you at home.”

“The cake is going to MELT, Alex.”

“I still don’t know why you needed fucking ice cream for this,” Alex mumbles. 

They sit in relative silence for the drive, Reggie’s knee bouncing excessively and Alex trying not to lose it on him. When they finally pull into the parking lot, Reggie bolts out of the car.

“Reggie!” Alex calls, “You forgot your fucking cake.”

Reggie doubles back and scoops it out of the backseat where he’d buckled it for safety. He runs up to the building, jimmying the door open like he always does. Sure he could buzz up but where’s the fun in that? 

He jogs up the stairs, all three flights of them, and stops in front of the familiar green door panting for breath. 

Just as he’s about to knock, the door opens. Willie stands there stunned for a moment. “Reggie? What are you-”

“I brought you cake!” Reggie exclaims, shoving the plastic dome into Willie’s hands. The lid is frosted up from being out of the freezer for a while, obstructing the message on top.

“Cake? Why? It’s not… Reggie, why are you here?” Willie sighs.

“Just,” Reggie pushes Willie back into the apartment. He grabs the cake back and sets it on the counter, pulling the lid off and presenting it back to Willie. 

“‘Nice ass, bro’?” Willie reads with amusement. “Bro?” he clarifies. “Is this you telling me-”

“That I think you have a very nice ass. Yes. And I would very much like your ass to be in my general vicinity much more regularly. The ‘bro’ might have been me freaking out. And… Ohmygod, kill me now.” 

Willie chuckles and takes the cake from Reggie, setting it back down. “I’d also like my ass to be in your general vicinity much more regularly, Reg.”

“Yeah?” Reggie looks up at him sheepishly.

“Yeah.”

“As like… a friend thing, or?”

“No, not as a friend thing, you numpty. As a, ‘maybe even naked once in a while thing.’”

Reggie’s face feels unbearably hot and he imagines the colour matches. “Yeah, naked every once in a while sounds kind of great.”

“Okay, then.”

“Okay.”

“So are you gonna kiss me or are we skipping that part?”

“Oh. Oh, right. Yeah. Let’s do that. Please,” Reggie stammers. 

Willie laughs and reaches out to pull Reggie closer. Reggie closes the distance, pressing their lips together. 

Nobody really complains about the melted ice cream cake on the counter later.

[michelangelinden]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I made this for my friend Night as a New Years gift, but I’m happy to share this here too! Enjoy Willie and Reggie dancing, maybe at a New Years party?

(this was my reference)

[daintyduck99]

Cuddle prompt 17 for reggie/anyone?

"Guys! You'll never believe what kind of cat I met at work—"

Reggie skids into the living room, ready to flop down into the lap of his nearest partner, but none of them are anywhere to be found. He frowns at the empty sofa.

Then a smiling face pops out of the kitchen. A very pretty face that shines with gorgeous, dark eyes, framed by matching long, dark hair. It's Alex's boyfriend.

"What kind of cat did you meet, dude?"

"Uh—"

It's like Willie teleported into the living room. He's super close all of a sudden, and Reggie swallows. His cheeks heat as Willie’s smile curls into a smirk.

He shouldn't still be this flustered around Willie, really. He's been a fixture in their lives for several months at this point, and he's a really cool guy. Everybody loves him. Reggie wouldn't be surprised if he officially moved in soon.

It's just impossible for Reggie to function around him when he has his full attention.

Luke loves to tease Reggie about it, but only where Reggie can hear, crooning things like someone's got a crush on Willie in his ear, and Alex knows, probably. He keeps sending him these looks, all soft and soothing. It's okay looks. Still, he keeps hoping these feelings will fade away, so Reggie hasn't really said anything to any of his partners about it.

He already has Luke, and Julie, and Alex, and Flynn, and his heart should be full. It is, in so many ways, and every single time, they've told him that he's not selfish and he shouldn't beat himself up. But every time, despite their reassurances, he can't help but worry that this one will be one too many, that he'll never stop falling in love with someone new and they'll all give up on him, or someone will feel neglected.

The soft whumph of the sofa pulls him back into the present. Willie's smile has softened back into something more inviting. It reaches into his eyes, warm and kind in a way that only makes him prettier. He pats the spot beside him.

"Come on, Red. I know you wanna talk about your day, and I wanna hear about it. Tell me all about this cat."

He flushes further at the nickname, shuffling around on the carpet. He rubs his neck.

"The others—"

Willie flaps his hand. "They'll be back. Flynn was doing her coupon thing and Luke spotted an ad for a sale at that record store he likes, so Alex had to run out the door after him, and Julie went with Flynn. One of them probably texted you."

Sure enough, he has to snort when he pulls out his phone. A blurry photo of Alex's forehead and Luke, arms full of records and random instrument accessories, manages to perfectly convey Alex's annoyance—even blurry, the furrow in his brow says so much—and Luke's zeal. He shows it to Willie, who cackles.

"Oh, man. A picture really says a thousand words, huh?"

It's easy to settle with Willie after that, just—sitting and talking and trading stories. He's delighted to learn about Missy—short for Missile Launcher—and her dramatics at the vet's office, and he tells Reggie about the raccoon he'd had as a pet, once, a clever little fiend named Throckmorton.

He's a good listener and a good storyteller, and he makes Reggie laugh, which fully loosens the set of his shoulders and the knot in his chest. At some point, his hands wander into Willie's hair—an absent-minded habit he's picked up with Julie—and Reggie nearly launches off of the sofa when he realizes what he's doing, but Willie just gently pulls him back down.

He's literally super warm, like Luke, and Reggie nearly gives into the impulse to flop over into his lap like he would with anyone else, but he waits.

Willie has a very comfortable lap, he learns. After many thorough conversations and sweet words from all of his partners, he finds himself splayed across all of their laps, with everyone comfortably squished together on the sofa, but he's still got his head pillowed in Willie's.

Someone—probably Alex, who's next to Willie—squeezes his hand, and the last thing he hears, apart from Luke's called it, is Willie's buoyant laughter, carrying him off to sleep as he cards his fingers though Reggie’s hair.

[wr0temyway0ut]

When Willie gets home, he and Reggie are going to have to talk about this.

This being the raccoon perched on the kitchen counter eating the last remnants of the birthday cake Reggie made for Julie. Willie has a lot of explaining to do.

Speaking of the devil, Willie comes through the front door of their apartment and walks smack into Reggie's back. After taking a second to recover, they wrap their arms around Reggie's waist and place a kiss on his neck.

"Hey, Sparky," Willie greets cheerfully. "How was your day?"

Reggie gestures to the racoon, who licks frosting from his fingers. "Care to explain?"

Willie's eyes widen as they land on the counter. "Oh, shit." They run over, grab the raccoon around his belly, and pull him away, even as he reaches for more cake. "Gerard! You know better!" Gerard scratches at his belly in response. Willie hugs him close to their chest and turns to Reggie with wide, pleading puppy dog eyes. "I'm so sorry, Reg. Are you mad?"

Reggie lets out a long sigh and crosses his arms. "I'm not mad," he says, "but what did I tell you?"

Willie sighs and hangs their head. "To feed Gerard before I leave so he doesn't get into the food."

Reggie nods, satisfied, and pokes his finger into Gerard's tummy. "And what did I tell you?"

Gerard chitters happily.

"No sweets," Reggie says firmly.

Gerard chitters less happily.

"I'm sorry, babe," Willie says. "We'll help you make a new cake."

Gerard chitters excitedly, and Reggie raises an eyebrow.

"I will help you make a new one," Willie amends.

"Good," Reggie scratches Gerard's ear and places a kiss on Willie's cheek. "Thanks babe."

(Send me the first sentence of a fic and I'll write the next 5 sentences)

[innytoes]

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.

[finditagain24]

Propelling forward

My contribution for the Sci-Fi Media AU day from @jatp-sci-fi-week !

This is Part 1 of my Push AU, inspired by the Chris Evans 2009 movie.

Lots of Willie feels in this one.

You can read it over at AO3!!

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