#fleggie

[invisibleraven]

“That was… Interesting?”

flynn x reggie

Even since Flynn was little, she assumed her attraction ended at girls. She had always had crushes on girls in her class, on female celebrities and cartoons. Never guys-nothing against them, they just weren't for her.

Then she met Reggie.

Reggie who was one of the prettiest boys she had ever met-and that was saying something, because as someone who worked in fashion, Flynn worked with a lot of pretty boys. But there was something about Reggie-his crooked grin, his smattering of freckles, his twinkling grey-green eyes.

FLynn figure it was just aesthetic attraction-again, she could enjoy some window shopping for eye candy with the best of them. But Reggie-she found herself more and more drawn to him. He endeared himself to her with his dorky personality, truly horrible jokes, and heart as big as New York itself.

"You're remarkably hard to dislike," she said to him one day.

"Thanks?" he replied with a chuckle. "Though I'm sure I could find lots of people who would disagree with you. 'Too much' was an often used description applied to me all throughout my childhood."

"We were all shits as kids," Flynn shrugged.

"True that," Reggie said, tipping his beer so the necks of their bottles clinked. "But I guess...some of that sticks around and you engrain it/ Hard to shake when it's a daily reminder."

"You needed better teachers."

"Parents," he whispered, then coughed. "No, I don't wanna get into it, I've done that plenty with my therapist."

Flynn was quiet for a moment after that-for all her squabbles with her folks, they loved each other, and they had never failed to tell her so. She couldn't imagine not having that growing up. "Well if you ever do want to...I'm here."

"Thanks Flynnie."

After that, Flynn was a goner. She wanted to wrap Reggie up and assured him he was cared for-that he would never be 'too much' for her. But it was still weird to align what she thought she knew with what her heart was telling her.

"Can I ask you a question?' Flynn asked him one day.

"Always," Reggie said as he snagged another slice of pizza. This had become their ritual-pizza and beer at their favourite place on Fridays. Flynn had never questioned how much like a date it was, or why neither of them seemed to have plans that night. But now...

"You're bi right?"

"Yeah," Reggie replied. "Oh god you're not going to try and set me up are you?"

"No!" Flynn took a breath and then continued. "How did you figure it out? That you liked both girls and guys?"

"I mean I've always liked girls-you get that, I guess," Reggie replied, not seeing the discomfort in her face. "But then-I had a moment with a guy I was playing with. It never came to anything, but it made me realize oh, guys too. Why?"

"I think...I've always liked girls," Flynn said, avoiding his eyes as she picked the label off her beer. "But now there's this guy who is pretty and sweet and..."

"You like him and don't know how to quantify it," Reggie surmised.

"Yeah."

"I get that." Reggie set his beer down, reaching out to still her fingers. "You don't need to do anything about it if you don't want to, and we'll all love you, no matter how you identify."

"I know, it's just...I really like this guy, but I'm scared to screw it up, not only because I don't want to lose him in my life, but because I have no idea how to be in a relationship with a guy."

"You be yourself, and if he's a great guy, like you deserve, then it'll be fine," Reggie replied, smiling at her in a way that made her melt.

So Flynn leaned over, pressing her lips to his, a quick peck that was over in a blink.

"Um...okay?" Reggie said, sitting back, but her hands still under his. "What was that?"

“That was… Interesting?”

"No Flynn, was it like an experiment to see how it would be like with a guy, because I don't wanna be used like that," Reggie said, yanking his hands back, hurt on his face as he stood up, ready to leave.

"No!" Flynn exclaimed, clutching at his arm to make sure he didn't leave. "You're the guy I like, and I just..."

"Oh," Reggie said, sitting back down. "Um...Flynn..."

"If you don't like me like that I get it, but I had to..." Flynn scoffed then, rubbing over her face. "I still should have asked instead of planting one on you."

"I mean, it would have been nice," Reggie admitted. "But...Flynn I'm not the guy for you. I'm not the guy for anyone."

"Can I ask why?"

"I'm not a guy for one," Reggie replied, taking another long pull of his beer.

"You're trans?"

"Intersex," Reggie said, the word a whisper. "I don't tell people because their first question is concerning what's between my legs, which is no one's business but mine and I just wanna be more than that."

"You are," Flynn said. "You're Reggie who likes country music and Star Wars more than any human should. Who has the worst taste in pizza toppings and even worse jokes. Who helped me carry bundles of fabric six blocks in the scorching heat without complaint. Who takes photos that should be on billboards but instead just grace your Insta page. Who is the sweetest, cutest, most amazing person, no matter what you are or are not packing."

"Thank you," he said after a beat. "You're pretty great too. Even if you're wrong about pineapple on pizza."

Flynn giggled at that. "So am I forgiven for the kiss?"

"Depends, do you wanna try it again and see if we can get a better reaction than 'interesting'?" he asked, eyes sparkling. "I like you too, by the way. I just...thought it was hopeless."

"There might be a spark of hope there," she flirted, pulling him in. "Let's make this more than interesting."

[daintyduck99]

Swoon prompts!

A hug that gets deeper

Flynn x Reggie

It's been too long since she's seen him.

(Ok, that sounds dramatic. It's only been a few months. But still. Her point stands.) 

It's long enough that his grin is disarming, brighter and more endearing than she'd remembered. His eyes are prettier, too, his laugh more melodic, and Flynn tries to escape with only a sparing hug, the same loose one she's given nearly everyone—

But Reggie's hugs are always the best. 

(That she didn't—couldn't—forget.)

His arms loop around her waist and her neck easily, gently pressing her close, and she tucks her face into the crook of his neck for a lack of anything else to do

(Ahuh, sure, that's totally why) 

—inhaling his scent. He smells like summer, still, like a bonfire burning low, and she swallows hard, struck by just how much she's missed that smell. Missed him.

Her fingers bunch in the back of his shirt. 

She doesn't know what to say, for once. 

(If she even should speak—he's got her so off-guard. But maybe she doesn't need to.)

He presses his cheek to the top of her head and she wonders if this says enough.

It's not until they unravel that he finally cracks a joke, one of his classic flirty compliments that's somewhat undercut by the humor, and she laughs, but blushes, too. The undercurrent of fondness 

(And maybe admiration) 

—is too stark to ignore. She can't help but wonder if it was always there.

So Flynn decides, right then and there, to scrap her original plan of silently shutting down any feelings until they withered away

(Which was working so well) 

—and when she goes back to New York, she's bringing him with her in some shape or form, be it his heart or heartbreak.

(Or maybe, she thinks as he lingers with a smile that's grown much softer, maybe)

—she might just bring the man himself.

[pink-flame]

I hit 500 followers today! That may not seem like a lot to some but it’s an absolutely baffling amount of people to want to see what I post. I appreciate all of you! Most of you found me through Julie and the Phantoms and my “juke epics” as they have been referred to and I just want to thank you all again for the support for my fics. It really means the world to me. I’ve made so many awesome friends through this show. Now...to celebrate let’s do some prompts shall we?

Send me an ask with one of my “universes”, a couple and a word or two as a prompt. So for example:

We Found Wonderland, Juke, Rainstorm

or

Feels Like I’ve Opened My Eyes Again, Fleggie, Prank gone wrong

And I’ll write you a drabble. I can’t promise I will get to everyone but I’ll do my best!

Don’t forget my shorter things are fair game too, like Bodyguard AU or Porch Kissing fic.

Ok prompt away! ☺️

[phantom-sunset]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 20/20 is live!!

And just like that, it’s over and I feel...so sad.

[invisibleraven]

Keeping Spirits Bright

Day 16: Tree + Fleggie <=AO3

“I don’t get it,” Reggie declared as they snuggled watching Charlie Brown. “What’s with the aluminum trees?” 

“I guess they were popular when this special came out,” Flynn replied. “I never had one-my dad insisted we get a real one every year. Something about tradition and the environment, because he always planted a new one in its place.” 

“That honestly really sweet,” Reggie replied. 

“Yeah,” Flynn replied, even though it was begrudgingly. She loved her parents, she did, but their hippie tendencies she could have lived without growing up. At least they did let her believe in Santa until a respectable age, and got her the toys she asked for, even though she was positive they would have rather not indulge her love of plastics. “What about you? Did you have a real or fake tree growing up?” 

“I had a menorah,” Reggie replied. “I grew up Jewish, so we celebrate Channukah. No tree for me.” 

“Never?” 

“I mean, once I moved in with the guys they had one, but since Lexie shacked up with Willie and Luke spends pretty much every second at Julie’s place I don’t know if I’m going to bother this year,” Reggie replied. 

“But you have to have a Christmas tree!” Flynn protested. 

“Sugar bear, I only celebrate the holiday with you guys,” Reggie replied. “I really don’t need one.” 

“Well I need one, how about we get one together?” Flynn compromised. “That way, you can enjoy mine.” 

“I can do that for you,” Reggie conceded. “So do you wanna get a bright pink aluminum one?” 

“Seems more like Carrie than me don’t you think?” 

“Well we could go get a fake one,” Reggie suggested. “Probably only a small one, you don’t have a lot of room here. Surprised you don’t have one already.” 

“I do, but it’s falling apart and I was going to get a new one this year regardless,” Flynn confessed. “This is just more motivation.” 

“Well do you wanna head to Walmart then?” Reggie asked. 

“How about a real one?” Flynn asked, biting her lip. “It’s silly, but…I guess Charlie Brown inspired me. I kind of want something…not artificial this year.” 

“I have no idea where to get you a real, honest to goodness Christmas tree,” Reggie confessed. “Do you just like, go out into the woods and chop one down?” 

“I mean you can, but only in certain places,” Flynn recalled. “My dad once wandered into a national park, and it’s only because he planted a new one that the rangers didn’t kill him.” 

They both giggled at that-Reggie could just picture Mr. Taylor trying to explain his way out of that situation. The man was a sweetheart, but also a teddy bear when it came to confrontation. 

“I think there’s farms you can go to?” Flynn finally said once their laughter had died down. “Pick whichever one you want and they chop it down for you.” 

“Well I can chop down a tree,” Reggie supplied. “I grew up on a farm, I do actually know how to use an axe.” 

“My rugged man,” Flynn teased. “How about I do some research and this weekend we can go check it out? And then if we don’t find one-we’ll go to Walmart.” 

“Sounds good to me,” Reggie replied. “Now, let’s see if Snoopy wins that contest.” 

The next weekend, bundled up-and looking quite chic in Flynn’s case, they went to the tree farm. It was more a well lit lot than a copse of trees, but it was the closest one that didn’t involve a multi hour drive. 

“Well, is there a certain type of tree you want?” Reggie asked as they walked through the selection. “There’s pine and fir, but I really don’t know the difference.” 

“Neither do I,” Flynn admitted. “I just want one that’s green and full-ish. Plus that will fit in my little living room.” 

“Well we can get a smaller one and just cut off the top if you want,” Reggie replied. “Though that seems like a waste of a tree.” 

“And I don’t think we’ll have the option of planting a new one here,” Flynn agreed. 

“We’ll go do that in the spring,” Reggie assured her. “I found a nice organization that does that sort of thing, right in time for our anniversary.” 

“I love that.” 

They kept walking, but most of the trees they came across were too large, and way out of their price range, so they went towards the discount section. None of them were as sad as the one Charlie Brown picked up, but they were still fairly sad looking. 

That is until they came across a small pine that had a lush, full top, but the bottom was fairly bedraggled. “That’ll work,” Reggie commented. He pulled out his axe-the lot owner was fine with them chopping down their own, but it meant they also had to tie it up and transport it to the truck themselves. But Reggie haggled a cut in the price for that, and Flynn loved a good bargain, so it endangered him to her even more. 

A few chops and the tree was felled, with Reggie giving a dramatic call of “Timber!” with a cheeky grin as he did. Flynn shook her head, but it was still sexy as hell to see him work that axe. Especially as he chopped the top of the tree off, handing it to her. “You get that part, I’m going to take the bottom to the front for the owner.” 

Flynn screwed her face, glad she was wearing cheap gloves that she could toss if they got sap on them. Thankfully the tree was light, but she was still glad when the truck came into view, stashing it away as Reggie paid. 

It didn’t take long to set up-thankfully they had thought to buy a stand ahead of time, and Flynn had a small set of baubles to decorate it with. Reggie was a little confused about the garland, and scowled at the tangle of lights, but soon enough the tree looked glorious and they sat back to admire it while the fireplace channel crackled on the television. 

“I didn’t think it was such a bad little tree,” Reggie joked. 

Flynn rolled her eyes, but snuggled in, warm and happy in the tree’s glow, safe and loved in Reggie’s arms, and really what more could she ask for?

[phantom-sunset]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Our Life is a Playlist (And You’re my Favorite Song)

Chapter 7/? is Live!

Reggie didn’t know when exactly he had developed a crush on Flynn. He thought maybe it had been the day at the beach, on Luke’s birthday, when she had leaned her back against his chest and he got to feel her soft skin against his.

Or maybe it had been when they’d been in the water and the sun had hit her just right. When her long braids had taken on the sun's golden glow, making it look like a halo around her head as she splashed him.

Maybe it was when they were ten and she had kneed Bobby Wilson in the groin for calling Reggie a freak. He didn’t know. Does it really matter? What matters is that it's there and every day they spend together he finds it harder and harder not to just let the words roll off of his tongue.

[onlygenxhere]

If I were and alien, I'd abduct you first

“You know.” Reggie leaned into her and whispered in her ear. “If I were an alien, I’d abduct you first.”

Flynn leaned back and frowned. “Was that a line? Are you giving me a line?”

“Yeah…” He grinned. “I thought it was clever.”

She hummed. “I mean it was fairly original at least.”

“Good?”

She pursed her lips. “What was the goal here?”

“To tell you I like you?”

“You don’t sound sure.” She bit her bottom lip.

“I’m sure!”

“Okay…” She narrowed her eyes. “Let’s say I like you too. Then what?”

Reggie grinned. “Then I ask you out.”

A Drabble a Day in May

[violetthejatpfan222]

I've been shipping Flynn and Reggie but I read a fic with flarrie the other day and now I ship them too 😭