#fleggie

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."

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)

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.

Chapter 20/20 is live!!

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. 

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.

“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.”