3 Sentence prompts: Willexie + Thrift Shopping!
Just because they were kind of famous now, didn't mean Reggie wanted to give up on his favourite hobby. Listen, he'd gotten his most iconic outfit from the thrift store. Okay, it had been pretty much his only outfit for a while. But it had clearly worked, because Sunset Curve was topping the charts now and everyone thought he was really cool.
Another bonus to having one iconic outfit was he could just ditch the leather jacket and flannel for the day and be basically incognito. Not that a lot of old people at estate sales knew who he was, but he'd been recognised at a bunch of garage sales and it just felt wrong to try and haggle with someone who really just wanted his autograph.
"Tell me again why you dragged me out of bed at five in the morning to drive down to Pasadena to look at... old junk?" Alex whined, sipping on the giant coffee Reggie had gotten him along the way. He was dressed in one of Reggie's flannels, which honestly was kind of a little treat in and of itself. Reggie himself had stolen one of Bobby's shirts and Alex' denim jacket.
"Because it's fun?" Reggie asked. Alex did not look convinced. "Because we can get cool stuff for the house?" he tried again.
"We can get cool stuff for the house at literally every store we want now," Alex pointed out. Which was true, they had Money now. Of course their co-dependent asses still went and bought a house together like they always said they would. It was just... slightly closer to a mansion than the shitty apartments they'd been thinking of when they were seventeen and broke. "Luke and Bobby spent a couple of grand on a new sound system."
"It's not about the money," Reggie pouted. "It's about the thrill of the chase. It's about treasure hunting! It's about finding unique pieces nobody else has!"
Alex stared at him, unamused, obnoxiously slurping his coffee.
"Fine, you're here because you love me and because I need your big sexy muscles to help lift stuff into the truck if we find anything." He was hoping to find a cool coffee table, or a desk, and they could still use a nice dresser.
"Fine," Alex said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But if I find something cute, you're doing the haggling for me."
"Deal."
The morning went pretty well. They found some cool lamps, and a couple of nice hardcover science fiction books Reggie thought would look very mature and adult on their shelf. Reggie managed to haggle down on a really mature looking desk that would look great in their 'We're Real Adults Now' house, and Alex did use his sexy muscles to help get it onto the truck.
After a quick early lunch in town, they went to the next estate sale. They agreed to split up, since it was later in the day and they needed to be fast before all the good stuff was snapped up.
Except when Reggie rounded the corner, he saw Alex wasn't looking for a nice dresser or pretty trinkets. Alex was talking to a very hot, very cool guy in a crop top.
Reggie narrowed his eyes, going over. Alex beamed. "Hey babe!"
"Why are you flirting with the enemy?" Reggie hissed.
Alex groaned. "Not this again."
"Hey, Reggie," Willie beamed. "Great job on nabbing that desk at the Gilmore estate, I had my eye on that too. But you got here a little late. Do you want to see the heirloom patchwork blanket I scored? And I found this really cool dresser I'm going to paint..."
Reggie squinted at their rival, annoyed. He wanted a cool dresser. And the patchwork blanket folded over his arm looked really nice.
"I'm sure it will look really cool," he said, trying to keep the sulk out of his voice. He gave Alex another glare.
Alex just stared at him. "Maybe I was distracting Willie so you could be the first to notice those vintage comic books in the corner," he said, and Reggie gasped, running off and rifling through the box before Willie could get there.
"Aw man, low blow, Hotdog!" Willie complained.
"Yeah, I'm evil like that," Alex deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the two of them.
In the end, Reggie came away with some Spiderman and Hawkeye comics that were still missing from his collection, and a cute little side table they could paint a pretty pink for Alex. As they were finishing up and loading everything in the truck at the end of the day, Willie moseyed back over.
"Howdy," he said, tipping a cowboy hat Reggie had completely missed. He felt a stab of jealousy, not just for missing it but also because Willie looked unfairly hot like that. Then, Willie plopped the hat on Reggie's head. "We still on for dinner?"
"The burger place?" Reggie asked, leaning over to press a kiss to Willie's cheek.
Alex popped out of the truck. "Oh so now it's okay to flirt?" he asked, grumpy.
"Of course it is, Alex, it's four thirty," Reggie said, propping the cowboy hat on Alex' head. He did not look as sexy as Willie had, but he did look kind of cute. They should go on a horseback riding date, all three of them, sometime soon. He'd bring it up over dinner.
"Yeah, Hotdog, we're only mortal thrifting enemies between six and four," Willie agreed.
"You two are so weird," Alex complained, but he still climbed down to sit in the bed of the truck to receive kisses from both his boyfriends. And over dinner, he smiled indulgently as his two thrift-nerdy boyfriends compared notes and showed off pictures of the treasures they'd found.
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[ @the-gray-maiden ]
“Rest. I’ll take the first watch.”
“Y’sure?” Oscar didn’t mind that, exactly, but he’d been feeling wired since his aunt showed up a couple days ago and this evening sure wasn’t bucking the trend. In a vague sense, he knew he was tired from the trek away from the city—he just didn’t feel fatigued or ready to sleep. His brain kept buzzing.
But he wasn’t about to argue, either. Not with an experienced huntress, and definitely not with Lia, who was hovering somewhere in a weird liminal zone between mystique and someone he could remember as a student, and as the shattered young woman she became. If she wanted to take first watch on his first real patrol beyond the city, fine by him.
He would just… try to settle.
The last gasp of sunlight burned like a coal on the western horizon; Oscar squinted in that direction as he spread out his bedroll in the shelter they’d made in the lee of a jut of rock. For once, the air felt pleasantly warm—though he knew it would plummet quickly now that the sun was gone.
He flopped down on top of it, clutching Long Memory to his chest. In the quiet that followed, he became gradually aware of his own pulse, heavy in his ears. “…I almost wish,” he said quietly, “that she would just show up already. It’s been months, you know?” That was the whole reason for these long patrols. Everyone was getting more on edge, more scared of another surprise like the one Salem sprang on Atlas. “I hate not knowing when the storm will hit. How are you holding up with all this?”
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Hetalia/Vampyr fic but it’s just Jonathan becoming Arthur’s personal doctor in 1918 and spending the decades since then just desperately trying to get him to at least to have some semblance of healthy habits. get some more sleep, for one, eat a little more, cut back on the lethal amounts of alcohol and the cocaine and-- cocaine?! Lord Kirkland, I insist this end!
and Arthur’s just. I don’t recall hiring a vampire combat medic to lecture me about eating my greens.
and I don’t recall being hired to do such and yet here we are, sir.
seriously, Arthur would love Jonathan. he wouldn’t listen to him of course but Jonathan’s the first doctor in centuries that Arthur trusts and that in itself is a major accomplishment and sign of Arthur’s esteem.
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