#bobbyxreggie

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I’m gonna blame your foster care AU for the way these lyrics are screaming Boggie at me so..👀 here you go!

“he’s gonna notice me (we’re the best of friends)”

he’s gonna notice me (we’re the best of friends)

"So the dates, the flowers, the chocolate, the hugs, the late nights driving around and talking until dawn, the sleeping in the same bed, the teddy bear, and the freaking song I wrote you weren't clear enough?"

There was a pause, where Reggie cocked his head like a confused puppy. "That's just what friends do, right?"

In which Bobby tries to romance Reggie, Reggie is just stoked at more time with his best bro, and everyone else is Staying Out Of It.

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I just found your bobbyxreggie fics on ao3.. You're a really good writer!

Aww thank you

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Okay, last one 🤭

“you’re like perfection (some kind of holiday)”

you’re like perfection (some kind of holiday)

Bobby hates Hallmark Movies. Every year the extended Shaw-Wilson clan got together and he was outvoted by his seven female cousins and he had to watch them.

Which is why he's so mad that he currently seems to be in one. After being sent to this tiny town by his boss to scope out some dinky December music festival for 'undiscovered talent', his rental gets stuck in a snowbank and he's literally rescued by a handsome Christmas tree farmer slash dog walker slash handyman slash math tutor. Who is cute. And full of joy and Christmas spirit. And perfect.

And maybe Bobby doesn't discover the Magic of Christmas, but he does discover his perfect Hallmark Dreamboat is an amazing country singer. The question is, what's he going to do about it?

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A fake fic title:

(My Favourite Colour Is You) Won’t You Help Me Feel Something Again

(My Favourite Colour Is You) Won’t You Help Me Feel Something Again

When you meet your soulmate, you see colours. Bobby's always wondered what was so amazing about 'colours', because you already had red and green and blue and yellow and purple. He wasn't too sure about orange, though. Besides, he tended to wear black, like most people. (Because it was cooler. Not because he was scared of the people with soulmates laughing at him for clashing or anything.)

Until that night at the Orpheum, when he was trying to flirt with the pretty waitress, and suddenly everything turned to gray.

Which was when he learned what a world without his soulmate looked like, what the world looked like for most people. And Bobby was left not only grieving his three best friends, but also the loss of the soulmate he never knew he had, because they'd all met as toddlers.

Twenty-five years later, Trevor Wilson doesn't wear all black. He's rich enough to afford a stylist who will make sure he doesn't clash.

Which was why it was so startling when he looked into the mirror one morning and noticed the bright red of his boxers.

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*slaps hand on table* MORE!

"I don't know," Reggie whispered, still refusing to make eye contact with Bobby, "sometimes I just feel like I'm too loud."

"We're friends with Luke," Bobby pointed out. "The guy never stops humming." Normally, that would have gotten him at least a chuckle, but today, Reggie could barely manage a twitch of his lips. This was serious.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping his arm around the bassist and pulling him close. Reggie stiffened for a moment, but then practically melted into Bobby’s side. He knew he wasn’t the most touchy of the bunch, but he also wasn’t above giving his bros a hug when they needed one. “You’re not too loud, or too annoying, or whatever else the stupid little gremlins in your brain are telling you.”

“Promise?” Reggie’s voice was still soft, still quiet, his restless fingers fiddling with the button on the sleeve of his flannel.

Part of him wanted to make another joke, maybe say how he was annoyed by all of them, but by Reggie the least. But Reggie just looked so fragile right now, hunched in on himself, pressed against Bobby’s side, that he opted for something incredibly un-Bobby-like instead. He went for sincerity.

“I promise.”

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Oh could you please do #9 of the Autumn Prompts for Boggie, pretty please? I feel like this is so something Bobby would say to Reggie! Thank you! 🤗

Working at the pumpkin patch wasn't the worst job in the world. It beat the hell out of stacking shelves at the supermarket. Or walking dogs like Reggie did. He never had to pick up anybody's poop, for one. Also, when it rained, he basically got to read a paperback at his little stall scooted back just inside the barn so he kept dry.

It was threatening rain, which meant the few people who had made the trip out were hurrying along, trying to get to their cars before the clouds opened up. Bobby rang them all up, offering a pumpkin shaped lollypop to a little girl with a smile. No need to be the cool-guy rockstar here. Here he was just Bobby, Mr Pumpkin Salesman.

"Do I get a lollypop too?" A far too familiar voice asked him. And there was Reggie. The little shit had waited until everyone else was done and hurrying to their car before popping up out of nowhere.

"That depends, were you well-behaved?" he asked, deadpan. Reggie considered it for a moment.

"I think so," he said, ridiculously earnest. His eyes sparkled, and ugh, Bobby never knew what to do when Reggie looked at him like that, all cute-looking and stuff. They'd only been dating for a few weeks, but it seemed like Reggie had already figured out how flustered he could make Bobby with just one look.

"Sorry, lollypops are only for customers," Bobby said.

Reggie beamed, before lifting up one of the wicker baskets they had stacked at the gate. It was filled to the brim with pumpkins. Medium sizes ones, small ones, weird oblong ones, in all different shades.

"That's... that's an alarming amount of gourds you got there, buddy," Bobby said slowly.

Reggie gave him a look, before bending down and pulling out another basket, this one filled with four bigger pumpkins.

"And these are for us to carve for our Halloween party!" he said happily. Which, Bobby though they were just going to crash in the studio and watch a scary movie and make fun of Alex every time he jumped (and then turn right around and make fun of Luke when he inevitably couldn't sleep).

"And the other sixty-thousand small ones?" he asked.

"Because they're cute," Reggie said. Then he smirked. "Like you."

Bobby hated the fact that it worked. He hated the fact that he could feel his face go red, hated even more that Reggie's grin just grew. Cute smug bastard.

"I think you're just angling for a discount," he grumbled, as he started lifting gourds out of the basket. And if he maybe didn't count every fifth one, well, whatever, they were tiny ones, it was fine.

"And a lollypop," Reggie beamed.

When the sky broke open and it started to pour, Bobby pulled Reggie into the bar. His lips were sweet and sugary from the lollypop.

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One more! 22. Waking up in the middle of the night to their cat sitting on your chest staring at you for Boggie? 👀

One of the things Bobby loved about his boyfriend was that he had a big huge heart and a soft spot for animals. He caught spiders to put them outside. He apologised to pigeons as he politely shoo'ed them off the balcony. He said hi to every dog. He volunteered at the animal shelter.

And he rescued stray kittens that he promised he was only fostering. That had been two years ago.

Some mean, evil part in the back of Bobby's brain had thought: okay yeah, I understand why someone would dump these kittens in a box behind the Orpheum. Because all of them were... weird-looking. He didn't say that out loud, though, because he knew better than to upset Reggie before a gig.

Bobby was lucky that it had just been three, and that one (the little black one with the weird eyes that always seemed pointed slightly outward) had immediately claimed Alex as his own. So when Alex finally moved in with his boyfriend, that cat went with him. And Carrie had adopted the other one, the one with the weird double coat. That cat was more Instagram famous than Sunset Curve and it kind of stung.

Which left the last one. The one that looked like a gremlin. The one that was weirdly possessive of Reggie and didn't like when Alex moved out and Bobby moved in. Even though the cat now had an entire Cat Room to himself.

The one currently trying to smother him in his sleep.

He opened his eyes, only to be faced with that gremlin snout up close and personal. Well, that explained the feeling like he couldn't breathe.

"Shoo," he said quietly, not wanting to wake Reggie.

The cat leaned in, putting more weight on Bobby's throat.

"Glaaaargh," Bobby said, and tried to push the cat off. It dug its nails in, and for a second, he thought he was going to die.

Then, the lights came on.

"Special Agent Fox Mulder!" Reggie scolded. "We've talked about this. No murdering my boyfriend!" He plucked the cat off Bobby, who took a deep, deep breath and sat up.

The cat growled at him, nuzzling against Reggie's chin. Reggie pouted. "No, that's not going to work. You're grounded, mister. No sleeping in the bedroom if you're going to try and murder Bobby." He got up and walked the cat out of the room, no doubt to tuck him in in the ridiculously plush cat bed with the hand made quilt of all Reggie's old t-shirts.

From the other room, he heard Reggie still talk to the cat. "Come on, buddy, you know you're my special little man, but I'm really in love with this guy. You gotta be nice to him."

Oh. Oh, he hadn't said that before. Not to Bobby, at least. He dabbed at the scratch on his neck a little, thinking. It wasn't like Bobby had said it either, yet. It was too big. Too scary. Even though they'd known each other since they were nine, and Bobby had been in love with him for most of those ten years, they'd only been dating for like, two months.

Still, when Reggie came back (closing the door firmly so no murder cats could get in) and curled into his arms, Bobby pulled back a little. Just enough so he could look in Reggie's eyes, all pretty and soft in the light of the bedside table.

"I love you too," he said, quietly. Reggie flushed, spluttered a little, but then a big beautiful smile spread over his face. "And I promise to buy some fancy tuna or something to bribe Mulder into liking me."

After all, they were in this for the long haul.

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Boggie moodboard aka: omg the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one

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Greetings if you are still taking sleepy prompts, can you do 2 and possibly 10 for Boggie? I will love you forever.

Being a year older than the rest of the band had its perks. For one, he was the first one with a license and a car, so he could hold that over their heads. Oh, you want to go to McDonalds after the gig? Too bad, I'm driving, Burger King is better anyway. (He didn't really care, he just liked to hear Luke splutter.)

For another, it means he was in college already while the rest were still at home. And college meant his own dorm room. Which despite being on the second floor rather frequently had people climbing through his window. Except Alex, who was normal and either slipped into the building and politely knocked, or threw pebbles at his window until he came downstairs and opened the door for him. Yes, even when his window was already open.

Really, he wasn't sure what he preferred.

Today, it was Reggie who had climbed through his window. Unsurprising, since Luke was back at his parents and trying not to upset his mom by disappearing again, and Alex had his new mysterious boyfriend to flee too when his parents were too much.

Reggie had a standing invitation to come to Bobby's room, especially when he needed somewhere quiet to study. Which, considering he lived in a building full of idiot college students was saying something about how loud Reggie's parents were.

From the dark smudges under his eyes, Bobby could tell this was a bad one. Reggie looked like he hadn't slept properly all week.

Go he gave his boyfriend a hug, and a granola bar, and a kiss to the forehead, and left him alone to grab something to eat at the mess and sneak some shirt back to his room for Reggie. He forced Reggie to eat something, and then let him back at it, settling down on his bed to do some reading for his own courses.

Except at midnight, Reggie was still studying. When Bobby gently suggested he take a break, he whined.

"I'm so behind," he said. "I need to catch up, please, just one more hour."

"Okay," Bobby said. "One more."

Except at one, Reggie tried the same thing.

"Babe, no, you need sleep." He knew from his own late night study sessions that anything past midnight probably wasn't going to stick anyway.

"Thirty more minutes," Reggie begged. "Please? I'll be really quiet, you can just go to bed and I'll leave when I'm done."

"Reg, you're exhausted," Bobby tried to reason with him. "Studying now isn't going to help."

"Please?" Reggie begged. "I just... I don't want to go home."

There it was. Bobby had suspected that Reggie wasn't suddenly just really diligent about the French Civil War.

"You don't have to go home," he promised. "But you do have to close the books and come take a nap, okay?" He was pretty sure as soon as he got Reggie horizontal, he'd be out like a light.

"That's allowed?" Reggie asked, hopeful.

"Of course it's allowed," Bobby said, turning the desk chair so Reggie was facing him. Reggie immediately planted his face against Bobby's stomach. "Why wouldn't it be? Alex crashed here all the time before his mysterious boyfriend who takes him on weird nighttime adventures."

"His name is Willie and they go scream in museums," Reggie mumbled. He sounded like he was already half asleep. "I thought I was just allowed to come over to study and stuff."

"Yeah, and stuff," Bobby said. "You know you're always welcome, Reg. Just because I moved from Lola's place into a dorm room doesn't mean you're not allowed over." It wasn't like he was that serious about his studies anyway. He was mostly just killing time until the guys graduated and Sunset Curve made it big. Whichever came first. Besides, it made his parents happy, and gave him access to a rather sizable allowance, which he'd been quietly saving up so they could all rent an apartment together next year.

"Oh," Reggie said, like that was a revelation. "Wait, you mean we could have been making out this whole time and I just kept coming over to study?"

God, his boyfriend was such a himbo sometimes. "Yes," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to his pouting lips. "But right now, you are going to lie down on my bed, and sleep a solid... at least six hours. I'll drive you to school tomorrow, okay?"

Reggie considered it. "Okay," he said. "And then tomorrow, I can come back and we can make out?"

Bobby laughed. "Yes. Now come on, let's get you to bed."

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if you’re still doing prompts, #25 from the saucy list, for the sunset curve boys? maybe it starts off as a funny haha joke but then they realize one of them is being super quiet,,,,love your ideas so much!

It had started off as a joke. They'd watched Grease together, and the next time Luke was all flirty, Alex had leaned over and said in a breathy voice: "Tell me about it, stud."

Luke had refused to answer to anything else the entire day, including in the bedroom. It had just escalated from there. Alex had proclaimed himself Your Majesty, and Reggie joked that Han Solo was a perfectly sexy nickname. (He'd very quickly backed off when Luke had done the Yoda Voice while telling him to take his clothes off, though.)

Bobby had just rolled his eyes, refusing to go along with any of it. They should have known he was only biding his time. Just when the worst of it had died down, he struck.

They'd put on a movie that had turned out to be kind of lame, so the night quickly devolved into fooling around on the couch. Luke had his tongue down Reggie's throat, pulling him back to lay down against the couch cushions. Alex rolled his eyes when Luke's heel poked him in his side, Reggie sprawled on top of him. "Really, guys?" he said, pulling away from where he'd been nipping at Bobby's lower lip.

"You try telling him no," Reggie laughed, sucking on Luke's earlobe to keep him from protesting. Luke moaned, but managed to poke Alex in his side again in retaliation, making him yelp. Bobby rolled his eyes, moving from the couch into the comfortable armchair instead.

"How about you come sit on Daddy's lap instead, Alex?" he said, smirking.

Alex groaned. "Really, dude?"

"What, that's somehow worse than Your Majesty?" Bobby shot back.

"One hundred percent," Alex said.

Luke, not one to be left out, sat up and laughed. "Loads of people are into that, Alex, it's a whole thing in porn."

"You'd know, you perv."

"Aw, come on. Don't you wanna be Daddy's good boy, Alex? Or would you rather be naughty instead?" Luke poked Alex in the side with a finger, leaning around Reggie, using him as a human shield when Alex tried to retaliate. Neither of them seemed to notice the way Reggie had gone bright red.

"Now boys, are you going to behave, or do I have to put you in time out?" Bobby smirked. "Or maybe put you over my lap instead."

"Oooh, Daddy," Luke moaned, before breaking off into giggles.

"Hey, Reg, are you okay, man?" Alex asked, finally noticing how quiet Reggie had gotten. Usually he was right there with them, joking along, but he was suddenly very silent, squirming in his seat.

"Yeah!" Reggie squeaked. "Totally fine, yeah, absolutely."

"Oh my god," Luke said gleefully. "You're totally into it, aren't you? Look at how red your face is."

"Shut up!" Reggie said, shoving at him, but not denying anything. Reggie knew he was a terrible liar, so he didn't even try anymore. Luke wrapped an arm around him so he couldn't make a break for it, hooking his chin over Reggie's shoulder.

"So Reggie has a daddy thing," Alex said, shrugging. "Called it."

"Shut up, you did not," Luke said, even though it totally made sense. Reggie groaned, burying his head in his hands.

Bobby grinned, getting up and pulling Reggie out of Luke's grip. He went, burying his face in Bobby's shoulder. "End me now," he whined. "Make it quick."

"C'mere," Bobby said, pulling Reggie back to the chair. Reggie ended up straddling him, arms wrapped around Bobby's neck, making it impossible to hide how affected he was just by Bobby's jokes alone.

"Now, are you going to be good for Daddy?" Bobby asked, voice husky and low. Reggie bit his lip, nodding even as he heard the others snicker behind him. Bobby paid them no mind, pulling Reggie in by the back of his neck and kissing him long and deep, slipping his tongue into Reggie's mouth. Reggie whimpered, letting him take what he wanted, relaxing against him. When they finally parted, they were both breathless.

"Good boy," Bobby whispered, enjoying the way Reggie shivered.

"Okay," came a strangled voice from the couch. "That was pretty hot."

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I have no clue how to do moodboard prompts, but I'll take a stab at it...

Reggie/Bobby, I know you're only hiding and I just want to see you. Preferably a world where the two of them don't get torn apart by hotdogs 😂

(and happy early birthday!)

It starts off pretty innocent. He and Bobby have been flirting for a while now, both testing the waters but neither of them daring to jump in. Reggie is pretty sure it's driving Alex and Luke insane, which is why they ditched them in the studio to go hang up posters advertising their next gig alone.

They're working on music together, shoulder to shoulder, way closer than necessary. And suddenly, when Reggie turns to ask Bobby something, and Bobby turns to say something, they're nose to nose and Reggie's face is on fire.

"You're cute when you blush," Bobby says, which only makes Reggie blush harder.

"Shut up," he said, shoving him, and their music writing session quickly devolved into a wrestling match, then a pillow fight.

Ever since then, Bobby has gone out of his way to make Reggie blush. He's taken to hiding his face, refusing to give Bobby the satisfaction of seeing it, even though he clearly knows his dumb little flirty comments have an effect on Reggie. Reggie tries to give back as good as he gets, but Bobby has an impressive poker face and also a way, way dirtier mouth.

Even after they finally, finally kiss, Bobby doesn't let up. Which isn't fair, because they're dating now, no more dumb flirty teasing necessary. He tells Bobby as much, hiding his face in Bobby's duvet. Bobby gently pries his arms away.

"I just want to see you," he said seriously, and Reggie finally gave in, letting himself be unearthed from the piles of fabric. He's rewarded with a soft, sweet kiss. "I wasn't joking. You're cute when you blush."