#flarrie fanfic

[kkqueergurl]

if yall weren’t sold on the jatp season 2:

I present my evidence

[mistyintherivers]

'My Only Love/My Only Hate'

The course of true love never did run smooth...

One of my favourite film genres ever are the 'Shakespeare to rom-com' adaptations of the '90s/'00s, so I've been having a lot of fun writing this Julie and the Phantoms au combining inspiration from a bunch of Shakespeare plays, and the 1999 film 'Ten Things I Hate About You'

Chapter 1, 'Act 1, Scene 1' is up now!!

[more details below <3]

Main Pairings (in no particular order): Alex Mercer/Willie, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson

Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson, Flynn Taylor, Carrie Wilson, Alex Mercer, Willie, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer's Sister (her name is Steph in this), Kayla, Ray Molina

[legolasghosty]

Hello again!!!

4. and 12. (and maybe 13.) for Willex please 👀👀👀

Hello my love!!!!!!! Yes of course!!!

Alex could have sworn he only closed his eyes for a second, but suddenly the movie credits were rolling across the big TV in the Molinas' living room. How long had he been asleep?

The room was dark, but he could just make out Luke curled up on the couch with his head in Julie's lap. He was snoring softly. Flynn and Carrie have vanished, probably over in the kitchen raiding the soda stash or something. Reggie and Bobby were now firmly settled in Ray's giant recliner, twisted together and chatting softly. No one seemed to be moving to turn on the next movie, so Alex figured they were all done for the night. Fine by him, he was happy to just go back to sleep here on the loveseat.

He shifted a bit to pull the big, fuzzy blanket further over his shoulders, but then someone groaned in protest. Alex suddenly realized that at some point while he'd been asleep, he'd ended up leaning against a dozing Willie's side.

Not that there was a problem with that. It just caught him off guard is all. It wasn't like he sometimes humored little daydreams of curling up against Willie's back to sleep. Or of randomly pulling him into his lap in the lunchroom. Nope, definitely nothing like that was going on.

Alex rolled his eyes. No one was fooled by that. And they were already dating, he was allowed to want physical contact with his partner. It was just... hard to initiate.

Willie was great at initiating it, at catching Alex's hand as they walked through the halls and pulling him into sweet kisses when they were alone.

Alex was trying to get better at it, but that little voice screaming at him whenever he placed an arm around Willie's shoulders refused to leave him alone. Thank goodness Willie was so understanding about the whole thing.

As if the thought had roused them, a low chuckle filled Alex's ears.

"How come you always end up under my blanket?" Willie mumbled, grinning sleepily up at Alex.

Alex glanced down, realizing that they were in fact under the same blanket. It was huge and blue and soft. It was also the one Willie always claimed for movie nights. And this was like the third time in a row that Alex had ended up at least partially under it by the time everyone passed out in Julie's living room.

"Sorry?" he offered. "It wasn't intentional. I can go back to mine if you want."

"Nah, you're too warm for that," Willie decided, cuddling into his side. "Moving is not allowed."

"You just moved," Alex pointed out.

"Not the point, sir," Willie retorted, poking him in the thigh under the blanket.

"You just moved again," Alex chuckled, adjusting his own position to get more comfortable. "If you're allowed to move then I should be too."

Willie let out a dramatic sigh. "Must you be so difficult?" they teased,

"Yes," Alex chuckled.

"So high maintenance," Willie joked. "It really is hard having a boyfriend who's so smart and funny and pretty and talented." Alex could feel his cheeks flushing at Willie's words.

"You know, I really do a lot of hard work here," Willie continued. Then he gave Alex a mischievous glance. "I really do deserve a kiss. As payment. For.... services rendered or whatever the term is."

A laugh escaped Alex's lips before he could stop it. "You do a lot though," he responded. "You sure one kiss is gonna cover my tab?"

Willie hummed thoughtfully. His eyes were still half closed and his smile was wide and easy. Alex wanted to brush the loose strands of hair off their cheek. And maybe let his hand linger there. And maybe use his hand on their jaw to guide them a bit closer...

"You falling asleep on me?" Willie asked, cutting off Alex's train of thought.

"Huh, no, I'm good," Alex said quickly. "You're just..." He trailed off uncertainly, but Willie nodded for him to continue. "You're unbelievably cute when you're tired," Alex confessed.

He could just see Willie's cheeks darken in the dim light from the windows and the TV. "Dang, I feel like I owe you a kiss now," Willie chuckled after a quiet moment.

Alex glanced around the room. All of their friends were either asleep or occupied. And none of them would mind. So maybe...

"Split the bill and call it even?" Alex suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. He hesitantly lifted a hand and brushed those strands of hair back behind Willie's ear.

"Works for me," Willie breathed, leaning into Alex's touch and placing a hand on his shoulder.

They met in the middle, their mouths fitting together easily in a gentle, familiar kiss. Willie's lips were soft and warm and a bit dry against Alex's. They separated after a moment. Alex took in a shaky breath of Willie's coconut shampoo and the soda they'd all been drinking earlier.

He wanted to kiss Willie again. So he did.

Willie met him happily, hands sliding up to catch the back of Alex's neck. Alex wrapped his free arm around Willie's waist to pull him closer. They both shifted a little bit as they kissed, settling into a more comfortable position. It was slow and lazy and sleepy and perfect.

After a minute, they parted again. Alex focused on slowing his breathing to match the even rise and fall of Willie's chest.

"We should probably go to sleep," he sighed.

"Yeah..." Willie agreed reluctantly. "Don't go anywhere though. You're comfy."

Alex chuckled and they laid down across the couch, snuggled tightly together. "Good night, Willie," Alex mumbled, his eyelids already heavy.

"Good night, Alex," Willie responded.

Alex was glad they didn't mind sharing their blanket with him.

Hehehehhehe hope you enjoyed it!

(Prompts from this list!)

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: Fabulous Outfits

Day Twenty: Drawn To You <-AO3!

When Flynn first got the assignment to be Carrie Wilson’s personal designer, she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Carrie was an already established star who had won several best dressed awards. But her regular designer was retiring, and she wanted someone new, fresh. An up and comer to give her wardrobe a new life.

And somehow Flynn landed the job.

She mocked up a few designs, some for every day, some for awards, some for her shows. While she wanted to give them to Carrie directly, she was in the middle of recording her next album, so it was Kayla, Carrie’s manager who gratefully accepted the drawings.

“I’ll let you know what she likes and get you a team to start production.”

Only a week later, Kayla came back with all the drawings, dumping them on Flynn’s desk unceremoniously. “She doesn’t like them. Also she needs some stuff for her Christmas special next month.”

“Did she say what she didn’t like?” Flynn asked. “I can’t just work from dislike.”

Kayla shook her head. “She’s picky about what she wears.”

“I based all of these on stuff I’ve seen her wear!” Flynn protested. “I thought she wanted something familiar but new?”

“I guess this was a bit too new,” Kayla replied with a shrug. “Just… try again.”

So Flynn did. Tweaking and re-tweaking her previous designs, doing some more out there stuff just to gauge if Carrie wanted something really new. Then, in frustration, she pretty much copies the outfit she’s seen Carrie wear to several interviews.

That design was the only one not to come back.

Flynn growled, crumpling up the designs, tossing them into the trash. She was half tempted to storm down to the recording studio and demand Carrie tell her why she had even hired her. Why demand newness when all she wanted was a rehash of everything she already had?

Instead she went down to the break room, poured herself a giant mug of coffee, grabbed some snacks, and enjoyed them on the balcony overlooking downtown. Pulls out her sketchbook and draws herself an outfit, bold lines and patterns, a funky hat to top it off. Then a complimentary outfit that she would die to put Carrie in. Full of slashes and deep cuts that would catapult her out of her bubble gum image, a lot more punk rock than princess.

“I love that,” a voice says from behind her.

Flynn turns, and there she is; Carrie Wilson. In simple sweats and an oversized tee. She motions to the chair next to Flynn and is waved over, though Flynn is certain her jaw is on the floor. “You have anything else like that?”

Flynn flips through her sketches, some of them the early versions of drawings Carrie’s already rejected, others more avant garde pieces that she knew would never fly.

“Wow, you’re really good. Much better than whoever they hired to replace Sonya. The only drawing they gave me was a copy of my least favourite interview outfit,” Carrie says, scrunching her nose in an admittedly adorable fashion.

“You mean… you didn’t get the rest of my designs?” Flynn asks. “I gave Kayla at least twenty of them.”

Carrie looks shame faced for a moment and then shakes her head. Flynn sighs with annoyance and relief before pulling them both up, bringing Carrie to her office. Smooths out each of her crumpled sketches, and delights as the pop sensation adores each and every one.

“Why didn’t I get any of these?” she wonders. “This is exactly what I was looking for! Something to shake my image up, just a little.” She turns to Flynn. “I am truly sorry for everything. I’ll get it sorted and get a team down to help you make all these.”

“What about your Christmas special?” Flynn asked.

“Bleh, don’t remind me,” Carrie said, sticking out her tongue. “I trust you to make me something fabulous, no need to run it by me.”

Flynn grinned, the ideas already forming in her head. Pulling out her sketchbook and already starting to design, lost in the world of her own creations. But she didn’t exactly complain when Carrie asked to stay and watch her design the outfit, peering over Flynn’s shoulder so close that she could smell the appley scent of her shampoo.

Kayla came in later, and was surprised to see Carrie lounging on Flynn’s couch, tapping away on her phone while the two of them debated the hottest Marvel Chris (they both agreed it was Evans, despite their respective queerness). “Carrie? Aren’t you supposed to be recording now?”

“I finished that this morning. Went to get a snack, met Flynn. Why did you not give Janine all of her designs?”

“I did,” Kayla said. “She passed them back and told me you didn’t like them.” Understanding washed over everyone’s faces. “I’ll go deal with that then,” Kayla gave Carrie a tiny smile. “You both can be wrong about the hottest one not being Hemsworth.”

“At least she didn’t say Pratt,” Flynn muttered as she went back to drawing.

By the time of Carrie’s Christmas special, she had a bevy of beautiful outfits, and their equally gorgeous designer on her arm for the red carpet. Wearing the first outfit that had drawn her to Flynn, and looking radiant.

Flynn still thought she might need to pinch herself, but when Carrie turned that gorgeous smile on her, she stalled. Because if this was a dream? Well Flynn wasn’t sure she wanted to wake up.

[squirrelno2]

I wrote a Big Bang fic!!! the amazing @willexmagic was my partner and made some lovely moodboards which I will be reblogging in a hot second, and I had a lot of fun (and maybe some tears) working on this monstrosity of a Superman AU

If you’ve ever wanted Flynn and Carrie to be Clark Kent and Lois Lane (or even if you haven’t and just want superhero content?) then here is the fic! Featuring my usual favourite things of friend angst, sad Flynn hours, and ensemble cast shenanigans, as well as me wandering wildly through some of my favourite coomic book tropes.

[stfuimprojecting]

Palm to Palm

Chapter 2

Carrie walked in here without a plan, but as she waits for a response from Mrs. Harrison and despite Flynn bristling beside her, she knows that this is what she wants. No matter the anxiety that pierced through her heart when she first heard the news, Flynn being cast is the best thing that could’ve happened. - Flynn looks to Julie, at the grimace on her face. Before they were Julie and Flynn, it was Julie, Flynn and Carrie, and even before that it was just Julie and Carrie. They had been friends since before Flynn knew either of them. Practically sisters. There are photos of them side by side as babies. Flynn still remembers the day they found the photo album in Julie’s attic, dusty and little beaten up, the three of them spent the rest of the afternoon flipping through old memories, all the ways Julie and Carrie’s lives were intertwined.

[justablognothingweirdhere]

I hate when fanfic writers try to make Henry all smooth and flirtatious. Henry Prudence Hart is a DORK, he is a LOSER. He only has two friends, he went to flower camp, he bit a girl’s nose in an attempt to flirt with her, he giggled when another girl called him cute, he pretended that a flare was a wand and called himself “Flarry Potter”. Whatever “smooth” is, Henry Hart is the opposite of it.

[jmrothwell]

Chemicals React

Prompts Ask Fills

Non-Romantic(or can be read as such)

Alex and Julie Dance Party for @bananakarenina

Ray and Reggie Cooking Disaster for @invisibleraven

Julie and Reggie “Would you play your banjo for me?” for @bananakarenina

Willie meets Julie for @innytoes

That’s not a cat it’s an opussum Sunset Curve Chaos for Anonymous

You Tried Buddy Reggie and Luke for @bananakarenina

Blanket Burrito Alex, Luke, and Reggie for @innytoes

Soft Hair Willie/Anyone for @innytoes

“Crying at dogs?” Willie and Flynn for @bananakarenina

“Did Nothing Wrong” Reggie and Ray for @innytoes

“You’re burning up” Ray and Band for @innytoes

“What’d you do?” Julie, Luke, Reggie, Carlos for @ri-jane

“Let’s get you into a bath” Reggie for @innytoes

“I miss you” Bobby and Luke for @bbreaddog

“You’re so cool” Willie and Reggie for @innytoes  (Everyone Lives College AU)

Winking Alex & Julie for @bananakarenina (QPR)

“Need to Eat” Reggie/Carrie for @daintyduck99

"Have You Eaten" Ray & Kids for @innytoes

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Romantic

Emotional Support Furby Willex Chaos Prompt for @innytoes

Killed you in Sims CarriexFlynn for Anonymous

“Take a breath” Reggie X Julie for @bananakarenina

“Let me carry you” Rulie for @bananakarenina

“You’re adorable when you’re sleepy” Willex For @innytoes

Share a Seat Rulie for @daintyduck99

Doodle Reggie x Alex for Anonymous

Tugging Clothes Willex for Anonymous

“Are you Blushing?” Reggie X Flynn for @daintyduck99

“Let go?” Reggie X Carrie for @bananakarenina

“You’re so cute” Willex for @daintyduck99

“Can’t we get married already?” PeterPatterLina for @bananakarenina

“I need cuddles” Willex for @floating-in-the-blue  (Post Apocalypse AU)

Reunion Willex for @bbreaddog

“Beautiful Eyes” PeterPatter for Anonymous

“Soothing Voice” CarrieXReggie for @bananakarenina

“Carry You” Willex for Anonymous ( -AU)

“Beautiful Eyes” Rulie for @bananakarenina

Good-natured Teasing PeterPatter for Anonymous

Brushing Hair Away Willex for Anonymous  (Alex Knight AU)

Nicknames Reggie x Carrie for @bananakarenina

Chin on the Shoulder Willex for @innytoes

Brushing Hair Rulie for @bananakarenina  (Fantasy Princess AU)

“Hit my head” Rulie for @bananakarenina

“Get Blood Out” Flarrie for @innytoes

“Blood Type?” Reggie X Carrie for @bananakarenina

“Blood on Shirt” Polyphantoms for Anonymous (Unknown Monster AU)

“You stabbed me?” Bobby/Luke for @bbreaddog  (Fantasy AU)

“Let’s go home.” Willex for @innytoes

Sweeping Hair Reggie x Carrie for @bananakarenina

Late Night Laugh Reggie x Flynn for @daintyduck99

“Read to Me?” Reggie x Alex for @innytoes

Heartbeat Rulie for @bananakarenina 

Giggle Drinks for Anonymous

“Just Say Yes” ReggiexLuke for @daintyduck99  (Ella Enchanted AU)

"Not my Fault" Willex for Anonymous  (Superhero AU)

“Looking at me like that” Rulie for @daintyduck99 (TimeTravel AU)

Holding Hands Ruke for @bbreaddog​

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[1mnobodywhoareyou]

20 questions writer meme!

Tagged by @onlygenxhere, Thanks! :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 12 (I'm still just a bebe writer)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 106,918

3. What fandoms do you write for? Julie and the Phantoms

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Phantoms Watch JatP: I am actually so, so proud of this one and have been considering rereading it for myself because I know I did some really funny shit. It's like the title says but they're in a QPR and aged up quite a few years. It was my very first ever fanfic and I'm happy that it led me to writing as much as I do now.

I'm Underneath the Undertow: This has been such a labour of love and a processing device for some really traumatic shit in my life and I'm so happy that others are enjoying reading it. Basic premise is Reggie supporting Julie through grief (in a platonic friendship - this is important to me) and then Julie and the rest of their friends (and Ray) supporting Reggie through major trauma.

Gem in a Black Leather Jacket: I still can't believe how this one came about. This entire series exists because I was trying to find an organic way for the boys to be introduced to a band I love and connect to them and then it spiraled fantastically. This was such a fun way for me to play with Reggie's bi crisis.

Neurotic to the Bone, No Doubt About it: Some Alex backstory and bonding with Julie wrapped up in the band's love of Green Day and Pansy Division. Also the result of aforementioned band introduction attempt.

Hit Like a Girl: My newest addition to the same band-related series and it was a lot of fun. I wanted a way to plug some women rockers I love, complain about algorithms 😅, and make Carrie a closet metalhead.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? YES! Gosh, I appreciate comments so much and for me, receiving ao3 emails about a writer replying to one of my comments is often almost as great as receiving an email about a comment of my own.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? This is complicated but technically I guess Underneath the Undertow? Even though it doesn't end on angst but there isn't like... a happy resolution to the big trauma. Most of my endings are probably just neutral? I don't actually know (feelings are hard for me).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hmmm... I guess probably The Phantoms Watch JatP? I only have one plot-driven fic so far but this one ends with a cuddle pile sleepover iirc.

8. Do you get hate on fics? – Not yet. I don't really know whether to expect any or not but I do wrap my politic into my writing so I'm preparing for it to happen eventually. Hopefully with the shrunken fandom I'm safe? We'll see.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Negatory. I've found my way back to reading it but I don't think writing it is within my skillset or comfort zone.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? omg. I'm actually so mad about this. No. I have not. Yet. But a dear mutual (whom I will not tag without their permission) has put a crossover idea into my brain and I HATE IT but it will probably get written eventually so it can leave me in peace.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet but I am in the middle of one exploring asexuality that I may co-write with an allo friend because there are too many things I don't think I understand well enough to write how I want to. We shall see. I'm also a bit of a control freak so the premise terrifies me a little bit but also seems fun.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Oof. Within JatP only? For canon compliant, probably Juke or Rayvorose (I will fight you, I said compliant)? But gosh, I love Willex too. The longer I spend in the fandom, the more ships I love. Polycurve and polyphantoms? Adore. Flarrie. Boggie.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I don't have high hopes for the one based on an old band vlog. I keep toying around with how to make it work but I think a lot of what I find funny or want to use for the Sunset Curve boys requires video. We'll see though. I thought I'd never get anywhere with my 'Bad Bobby' fic and now I'm... a whole lotta words in.

16. What are your writing strengths? I don't like this question. Not just because I don't know how to compliment myself but because I genuinely do not know. Maybe someone who's read my stuff can share their opinion.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with connecting scenes and endings. I'm sure there's other stuff too but honestly same note as above. Oh. And titles.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? If it's something I can easily google (not translate but actually get context for) without falling into a deep rabbit hole, I'll do it. But I would generally prefer not to.

19. First fandom you wrote for? JatP

20. Favorite fic you've written? Oh. Like of ALL of them or just what's on ao3 so far? Because I'm quite fond of some of my little Tumblr ficlets... 🤔 I need better guidelines! If we go for >1k... AH I still don't know. I'm just gonna say The Phantoms watch Julie and the Phantoms cuz it's been on my brain lately.

I'm not going to tag anyone directly but if you see this and want to write one up, please pretend I did (and tag me so I can read it?). I get really in my head about not missing anyone or tagging someone who doesn't want to be tagged so to avoid that, I'm gonna skip this step.

[boggie-brainrot]

Bouquet of Blades

"You sure she wouldn’t prefer chocolates? Or maybe a... a bouquet?"

"A bouquet of knives... oh she would love that, thank you for the idea!"

OR

In which Carrie gets her girlfriend knives instead of flowers

Ship: Flarrie (With She/They Flynn)

Word Count: 661

Carrie was standing in the store browsing through the various blades. She was examining a dagger with a bronze handle and a silver blade, it was pretty, but not quite what she was looking for. She decided to go over to one of the employees to get some help.

She walked over to the worker walking through the aisles, he was a tall, muscular guy with a sleeve tattoo, some would say he looked intimidating but Carrie didn’t care.

“Excuse, I need some help, please,” Carrie said.

The man looked at her with a surprised expression, it’s not often he would see a pink-clad teenage girl in the shop and looking at knives no less.

“How can I help?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m looking for a knife for my girlfriend,” she told him, “But I’m not sure which I should get.”

This surprised the man a lot more, she was getting a knife for her girlfriend. What a strange gift.

“A- a knife? You sure she wouldn’t prefer chocolates? Or maybe a... a bouquet?” he hesitated; Carrie may have been dressed like a Barbie but her glare at his suggestions could kill.

After a second Carrie contemplated his words and a smile grew on her lips, “A bouquet of knives... oh she would love that, thank you for the idea!” and with that she ran back to the shelf of blades.

The worker was seriously in shock, a bouquet of knives, was she serious? What is with kids these days with their hologram bands and their bouquets of blades?

She looked back at the worker and rolled her eyes, “Are you going to help me or what?”

The man all but ran over to the girl and began to help her looking through the daggers. He explained to her what each one was made out of and what they would be best used for.

***

Flynn was walking down the steps of the Wilsons’s yard when they noticed Carrie holding something. As she walked to the door she noticed it was some sort of bouquet, but they couldn’t see any flowers.

She opened the door and walked in, “Carrie, I’m here!”

Carrie rushed to her holding the bouquet and it’s only then that Flynn saw what it’s made of.

“Here,” Carrie said, “I got this for you, I know you don’t like flowers but I saw your collection of knives and so I thought I’d get you some.”

Flynn could only grin at the sight, their girlfriend got them a bouquet of various daggers. A couple of the blades are silver, a few of them are steel, one’s even made of titanium which makes it look super cool. All of the handles are really fancy too, with different hilts and engravings on them.

Flynn pulled Carrie in for a hug, nearly crying at the beautiful gift her girlfriend got her. They sat on the couch as Flynn examined each and every one of them, flipping them in their hand.

“This one,” she held up a silver blade with a pewter handle, “I’ll name Cera.”

They put it aside before picking up a steel blade with a steel handle, “And this one will be Iarlaith.”

“Pretty name,” Carrie commented.

“I know right, they’re all saint names!”

She then picked up another steel blade with a copper tin alloy handle, “This one is Chas, short for Chastity.”

Then a silver blade with a copper zinc alloy handle was presented, “Isaac is his name.”

Carrie picked up the one with a steel blade and a carbon fibre handle, “What’s this one gonna be? How about Blaise?”

“Oh, that’s such a good name, yes! But this one,” Flynn held up the titanium bladed copper beryllium handled dagger, “This one will be Beatrice, or I guess Bea for short.”

Flynn then smiled at Carrie and looked back at the daggers. It was the perfect gift and it was an amazing addition to the collection.

[kkqueergurl]

guess who’s back with more jatp season 2 evidence? Moi!

The last one is a person who contacted Disney plus, and it seems as tho Disney is trying to get the rights

[kybee1497]

Dancing to the Rhythm of Your Heartbeat by kybee1497

Flynn’s groan from across the room pulled her sluggish brain from her thoughts. “It is a fucking crime that I am running on 8 hours of sleep in the last 3 days combined and not living my best life. I should be running through an abandoned castle in a ballgown in slow motion. I want the poofy dress and tiara, I want the castle, I want the ex-enemy turned lover chasing me while I laugh and run faster. Is that too much to ask? Fuck! But instead I’m here, with an empty coffee pot, barely functioning on no sleep, and I’m still not done. This isn’t fair. I want a refund. Who the fuck decided I should get a degree.

OR

The flarrie ballgowns au that was supposed to be short and fluffy and instead it’s long and mostly fluffy

Chapter 1 is now up!

[legolasghosty]

Can I request 18. I know autumn camping trips are totally aesthetic but it’s cold as shit in this tent, can we snuggle? for either Boggie or Flarrie? Your choice.

- @michelangelinden

You say or, I say and. Same thing, right? /j Anyways, this one got a bit long, but oh well. This AU just turned into a whole thing in my head, so.... Idk, maybe there will be more of it in the future? Hope you like it! Love you!!!!

The Great Wilson Family Camping Adventure felt like it was doomed even before it began.

Carrie's dad had been going on and on about this plan for months, how he was going to take his kids out into the woods so they could all get to know each other and become closer as a family, away from all the regular pressure of work and school. Yup, kids, plural. 

Ever since Trevor had discovered that his old ex-girlfriend had a son, his son, life in the Wilson household had been a rollercoaster. Carrie was pretty sure she’d never forget coming into the kitchen and discovering her dad on a video call with some woman she’d never seen before. Okay, the video call thing wasn’t that uncommon, though he usually did that sort of stuff in the den. What was unusual about it was the set of her dad’s jaw, the hand clenched around a glass so hard that Carrie was afraid it would shatter, and the even tone he only used when he was nearing a breaking point and didn’t want to show it.

It had taken some time for the whole story to come out, but eventually Carrie had pieced together that her dad had dated this girl back before meeting Carrie’s mom, and that they’d broken up because she was going out with someone else behind his back. The woman had moved away from the area, neither her nor Trevor realizing she was pregnant.

The next part of the story was blurry at best, since the only one who was both willing and able to talk about it had been six or seven at the time. But as near as Carrie could figure out, there had been some… issues in the life of Dierdra Shaw leading to many things, including a CPS investigation and her son, Bobby, going to live with his grandparents in Los Angeles.

And so, by some weird, cruel twist of fate, one of Julie’s bandmates turned out to be Carrie’s biological half-brother.

Carrie didn’t have any issues with Bobby, per se, but… it wasn’t like they had much in common. He liked alt-rock and lived in the same pair of vans 24/7. She preferred pop and power ballads and would change shoes at least twice a day, thanks to dance classes and various events. And her dad, their dad, was making all of them go camping together. For ‘family bonding’ or something.

But at ‘family dinner’ a few nights before they left, her dad had asked Bobby if there was anything he wanted to bring to make it more comfortable or fun. It was a reasonable question, but instead of bringing up food or a space heater like Trevor was probably expecting, Bobby had hesitantly asked if it would be okay for him to bring Reggie, his bandmate and boyfriend.

That night, after Bobby had confirmed all the plans for the trip and gone home, Carrie had asked her dad if Flynn could join them as well, since Reggie was coming. Her dad had made excuses about how Reggie was just coming since Bobby didn’t know either of them that well, but Carrie had refused to budge. Whether her dad acknowledged it or not, this was an awkward situation for her too.

“Okay, I think that’s our site.”

Her dad’s overly cheery tone pulled Carrie out of her thoughts. She looked up from her phone just as he parked the SUV. Her dad and Reggie had both tried to get people talking at the start of the three-hour trek, but with Carrie and Bobby stuck in the middle together, things hadn’t exactly gotten chatty. It had quickly turned into an ‘everyone has their headphones on and is ignoring each other’ type of drive, apart from Reggie and Trevor in the front seat. Carrie really hoped Bobby couldn’t tell that she spent most of the time texting with her girlfriend, who was literally sitting right behind her.

Look, it was just awkward, okay? She and Bobby had always been chill, but they weren’t friends, not really. To her, he was Julie’s bandmate and Reggie’s boyfriend. He probably thought of her as Julie’s friend or Flynn’s girlfriend or something. But her brother? No, that was just too weird. 

But she also cared about her dad. She hadn’t seen him this anxiously excited in years. So she could do this. And she had Flynn to keep her sane while they all did something Carrie was 99% sure her dad hadn’t done since he was little.

“Ah, smell that fresh mountain air,” Trevor declared enthusiastically as he climbed out of the car.

Bobby still had one earbud in, but at Reggie’s encouraging nod, he said, “Yeah, it’s nice.”

Carrie was pretty sure her dad’s smile was going to blind someone if he kept it up. She slid out of the car and walked quickly around to the trunk. “The tent is going to be big enough for all five of us, right?” she asked.

“Sure it will be,” Trevor responded, opening the trunk and pulling out a big, blue cooler that Carrie knew he must have borrowed from Julie’s dad. “Bobby, you wanna help me get it set up?” he asked, pulling the tent (also most likely belonging to the Molinas) out of the back.

Bobby shifted uncomfortably but shrugged. “Sure,” he said quietly.

Reggie followed the two men over to the middle of the campsite, where there was a large flat area for the tent. Carrie started pulling bags of food out of the trunk while they dealt with the tent.

“How you holding up,” Flynn asked quietly, taking a bag from her.

“I’m fine I guess,” Carrie answered, leaning on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Flynn raised their eyebrows, making it clear that they knew it was a lie, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she helped Carrie unpack the van, setting all the food on the wooden picnic table, which looked about two minutes from collapsing, and piling the sleeping bags in the backseat until the tent was ready for them.

Then, because her dad, Bobby, and Reggie were still struggling with the tent, Carrie carefully started on dinner. Thank goodness her dad had brought the little propane stove, since she had no idea how to cook over a fire. Flynn managed to get it turned on and they got some water boiling without too many issues. Carrie poured in what should be enough pasta for everyone to cook, standing guard so it didn’t boil over. Flynn moved behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist.

“You having a good time back there?” Carrie snarked as Flynn rested their chin on her shoulder.

“I’m watching my hot girlfriend make me dinner, I’m having a great time,” Flynn retorted.

“Flattery won’t get you food any sooner,” Carrie sassed, ignoring the flush in her cheeks at both the compliment and her partner’s proximity. “You’re still gonna have to wait till this finishes.”

“Awww, not even a little taste?” Flynn asked innocently, batting her eyelashes. “Someone has to make sure it’s not poisoned.”

“Wow, you think I’d poison you?” Carrie responded, tone dripping with mocking sweetness. “Please, I could think of a million better ways to kill you if that’s what I wanted, sweetie.”

“Oh yeah, like what?” Flynn challenged, leaning in closer so Carrie felt the words against her cheek.

“Who’s poisoning dinner?” Trevor asked, coming up to them with a confused expression.

Carrie rolled her eyes. “No one, dad, it was a joke,” she informed him as she checked the pasta. It seemed to be done, so she carefully lifted it off the stove.

“Here, let me help,” Bobby said, grabbing the strainer and holding it out for her.

Carrie was surprised by the gesture but carefully poured the pasta into the offered container. Once she mixed it with the sauce, they all settled down around the table to eat. Carrie was glad when Flynn immediately settled against her side, letting Carrie lean on her without it being so obvious to the rest of the group.

“So, Bobby, what’s your favorite thing to do out here in the woods?” Carrie’s dad asked, grinning widely.

“Uh, I mean, I’ve never been here,” Bobby responded uncertainly. “Lola didn’t like driving this far, so we usually stayed closer to the city.”

The table fell into an awkward silence for a minute. Carrie could feel the tension building with every passing second, but she had no idea how to break it without making things worse. She wasn’t even sure she wanted it broken. Because this was how it was now, all the time. At school events and barbeque parties at the Molinas’ and the ‘family dinners’ that her dad had never even tried to make happen before he realized he had another kid. It was mean, but a part of Carrie wished all that tension would just snap like a rubber band, hurling everyones’ lives back to how they were before. 

“Well you can’t have a good camping trip without s’mores,” Reggie commented finally.

“Yes!” Trevor exclaimed, locking onto the topic. “I haven’t made them in years, but I have marshmallows and everything so we can give it a shot after dinner.”

“Did you get Reeses?” Flynn asked. “Peanut butter s’mores are God’s gift to humanity.”

The conversation continued between the three of them, both Carrie and Bobby staying quiet. Carrie was endlessly grateful to her partner for being willing to come on this dumpster fire of a camping trip. 

She glanced over at Bobby, trying to gauge his mood. He was staring at the table, not quite angrily, but… something. Carrie couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was intense, like poking your head into another room only to realize that a horror movie was playing inside. Scary, but not angry. Just… intense and unexpected. She was surprised to realize that she didn’t want to run away from it.

“Okay, Bobby, you want to help me build a fire?” her dad asked, pushing up to his feet.

Carrie tried to ignore the little sting that came from Bobby being the only one on the receiving end of the invite. She was getting used to that.

“Sure,” Bobby responded quietly, sticking his dirty bowl in the dish bin and heading over to the firepit.

The two men crouched by the rusty metal enclosure, Bobby reaching inside to carefully lay down some sticks. Reggie watched them for a minute, his face a mix of love and concern, then turned to Flynn and Carrie.

“You guys mind helping me with the dishes?” he asked, grabbing a bucket. “It’s a lot faster with more than one set of hands.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Flynn agreed.

Carrie quietly followed the pair over to the bathrooms, where Reggie filled up his bucket with warm water from the spigot outside.

“Hey, you doing okay?” Reggie asked Carrie as they walked back.

She looked up at him, startled by the question. “Shouldn’t you be asking your boyfriend that?” she responded, fighting to keep the instinctive snap out of her voice.

“I have been,” Reggie answered. “And this whole thing is really hard for him. I can’t imagine it’s any easier for you. So are you doing okay?”

Carrie felt Flynn’s hand slip into hers as she considered how to answer. It wasn’t like she and Reggie were close at all, the only one of the guys she felt she really was close with was Alex, and maybe Willie. But they’d spent some time watching lousy Hallmark movies together after everyone else fell asleep at movie night. She’d bought him pizza for lunch. He’d given her a ride a few times. They weren’t quite friends, but…

“Not really,” she admitted. “It’s nothing against Bobby, it’s just this whole thing is… a lot.”

“That makes sense,” Flynn said, squeezing her hand.

They reached the campsite then and Reggie grabbed the dish soap and sponge to start doing the dishes. Flynn picked up a towel to dry them once he was done. Left without a task, Carrie sat back down at the picnic table, watching her dad and Bobby build their fire.

Just then, Bobby glanced back at her, that unreadable expression still on his face. “Hey Carrie, could you bring me the lighter?” he called.

Carrie raised an eyebrow and was about to point out that there was clearly a book of matches sticking out of his back pocket, but suddenly some part of his expression made sense. He wasn’t asking for a lighter, he was asking for a lifeline. Until Reggie had mentioned it a few minutes ago, Carrie hadn’t thought much about how this would feel from Bobby’s side of things. But suddenly finding out that some famous music star was your biological father, being pulled into a family you had no concept of, it couldn’t be easy. Especially with all of said biological father’s attention on you whenever you were in the same room.

“Yeah, just a sec,” she responded, glancing around the table for a minute before spotting the little green lighter. She grabbed it and joined Bobby and her dad by the firepit. She handed over the lighter, then placed herself between Bobby and her dad as she gave the little twig tent a skeptical look. “Is that actually gonna work?” she questioned.

Bobby shot her a grateful look at making some space between him and their dad, but didn’t comment. “Watch and learn,” he chuckled instead, setting a piece of crumpled paper inside and setting it on fire. 

Slowly but surely, the sticks started to catch. Bobby carefully fed larger branches and eventually logs into the dancing flames, looking more at peace here than Carrie had ever seen him outside of band practice and the occasional group movie night. She settled on a log bench beside the fire, watching the sparks fly up into the darkening sky. Flynn joined her a few minutes later, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Carrie rested her head gratefully on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Her dad went back to the car to find a proper camp chair, complaining about his back, and Carrie could see some of the tension start to leave Bobby’s body as the distance between them grew. Reggie dropped onto another log right behind Bobby, and he leaned back against his legs, shooting a smile up at his boyfriend and receiving a quick peck on the lips. Carrie smiled as she watched them. Regardless of her relationship to Bobby, she was glad to see the two of them so happy together. That little spark of joy at seeing another happy queer couple didn’t go away just because one of them was suddenly your half-brother. 

When her dad returned, he started telling stories. Carrie suspected it was an attempt to avoid the awkward silence. But she’d heard most of them before, so she let herself tune him out in favor of breathing in the clean air of the woods and the fruity scent of Flynn’s body wash. Their sweater was soft against her skin, her fingers tracing patterns on Carrie’s shoulder. If her dad wasn’t literally five feet away, Carrie would probably have leaned up and kissed her. Not that her dad was homophobic, but… kissing in front of your dad just felt wrong.

Bobby seemed to have fallen into a similar zoned-out state, poking the fire every so often with a long stick and leaning back to rest his head against Reggie’s knees. One of the bassist’s hands wove slowly through Bobby’s dark hair as the night fell. A few stars appeared in the sky, scattered with the rising sparks from the fire. Trevor finally fell silent, just watching the fire. Carrie was glad. She got wanting to bond with the son you never knew you had, but he’d been laying it on way too heavy, clearly making everyone uncomfortable.

If there was one thing Carrie had learned in the past few years, it was that you couldn’t force relationships to happen. She’d tried it a million times, with Nick, with Julie, with Flynn. She’d tried to make things fit what she wanted without doing the hard work to reach that real place of trust, and it had caused pain for everyone. She’d made her peace with all of them now, counting Nick and Julie as her best friends and stealing kisses with Flynn after shows, but it had taken a long time. Family wasn’t built in a day.

After a while, Bobby softly informed them all that the fire was low enough for roasting marshmallows. Reggie jumped up almost immediately, almost making Bobby fall with how fast he ran to grab the s’more supplies from the table. Carrie’s dad seemed almost as excited, handing out roasting sticks and moving his chair so he could try and make his without having to sit on the ground.

Reggie quickly readied his stick and started toasting his marshmallow, giggling about something with Bobby as he slowly turned the stick. Bobby just smiled and sat down beside him with his own sugary treat.

“Yeah I have no idea how to do this,” Carrie hissed to her girlfriend, watching the boys in confusion.

Flynn laughed, then pulled her to her feet. “I got you, babe,” they promised. “Ray taught me all the tricks.”

Carrie rolled her eyes affectionately and let Flynn stick a marshmallow onto the end of her stick. They settled beside the fire as Flynn showed her how to find the hot spots and keep rotating her rod so the sugar didn’t burn. At one point, she glanced up and caught Bobby’s eye over the hot coals. He smiled. It was a bit awkward, but well… having a civil conversation with Julie was awkward for a while too. She smiled back.

Later, after they’d probably all had too much sugar and Bobby had put out the fire, they brushed their teeth in the dirty, communal bathroom and changed into pajamas. Carrie was glad she’d brought some thicker, fluffy pants to sleep in, because she was starting to shiver by the time they got back to the tent. Reggie had clearly not had the same thought, as he was wearing thin, red flannel pants and curling into Bobby’s side almost immediately when they left the bathrooms.

Her dad flipped on the little space heater in the tent, then crawled into his own sleeping bag.

“Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t do anything you wouldn’t want me seeing,” he muttered sleepily as he slumped down onto his pillow.

Carrie fought the urge to burst out laughing. When she glanced over at the others in the dim light of Reggie’s flashlight, she could see similar expressions of amusement on their faces, though Bobby looked a bit red as well.

“He does realize we’re literally all sex-averse or something, right?” Flynn whispered.

“I haven’t even tried having that conversation with him yet,” Carrie responded wryly. “Can you imagine telling your dad that he didn’t really have to go through the extreme awkwardness of giving you The Talk because you never wanted to do that anyways?”

Everyone laughed and settled into their sleeping bags, Carrie the closest to the entrance with Flynn beside her and Bobby and Reggie near the back. The space heater was in the middle of the space, but it wasn’t really warming it up very quickly. Carrie could hear Reggie shivering after a few minutes, and then a whispered voice.

“Hey, I know camping trips are supposed to be an aesthetic or something, but it’s freezing,” Reggie hissed, probably to Bobby. “Can we please cuddle?”

Carrie heard a low chuckle from Bobby, and then the swishing sounds of the two moving closer together. She couldn’t quite make out their hushed words, but she smiled anyways. Yeah, this was the most awkward (and only) camping trip she’d ever been on, but she was glad they were here.

Well, okay, she wasn’t hugely fond of here here, she could live without the smell of woodsmoke in her hair and the pine needles that kept appearing in literally everything, but it was nice to be out with her dad and Flynn and Reggie and her brother. Stepbrother? Half brother? They could figure that one out later. But for the first time since she’d walked in on her dad giving his laptop a death glare, she felt like they might actually be something, not just blood, but maybe something akin to family.

“You doing okay?” Flynn hummed in the darkness.

“Yeah, I am,” Carrie answered honestly.

“Good, because I’m freezing,” Flynn stated. “Aesthetics are overrated, I want cuddles.”

“You stole that from Reggie,” Carrie accused, giggling.

“You got a problem with it?” Flynn snarked back.

“No,” Carrie chuckled, shifting over and partially unzipping her sleeping bag to wrap her arms around her girlfriend. 

“Good,” Flynn said, curling closer and nuzzling into the crook of Carrie’s neck. “Cause I need some of that hot Wilson body heat right now.”

Carrie smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her partner’s head. “Goodnight, love you.”

“Night, love you too.”

[thesunwillart]

tennis love

[also shout out to @sunset-swerved for writing this AMAZING fic for this au?!?]

[michelangelinden]

Between Chaos and Contentment (and a little Creativity)

Chapter 15: Sunday, Day 7 - The one where Luke is a sore Loser

Tournament time! Time to watch the kids try to hit each other with balls

I can finally tag her, so thank you very much to @legolasghosty for always beta reading this beauty, ily!!

AO3 link and taglist in the reblog! <3

Flynn clears her throat. “I mean about the tournament.”

“Well, I’m scared,” Alex butts in from where he trails after them with Willie at his side. He turns away again when Willie mutters reassurances to him.

“I’m excited,” Reggie responds gleefully. He clenches both hands into fists and loosens them repeatedly, one wrist sporting both the blue and the green bracelet. “I wanna beat everyone’s ass.”

“Whoa there, cowboy, are you even any good at dodgeball?” Flynn holds up a hand. “If I remember correctly, last year you got your ass beat.”

“Hey, I’m sensitive on that,” Reggie complains and crosses their arms. Bobby can see the smirk tugging at his lips though. Reggie is a terrible liar. “Also, I practiced.”

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

Two Best Friends Going to the Thrift Store!! (They Don’t Kiss)

AO3 link is here

Summary: Bobby and Flynn decide that watching people get their nails painted isn't fun, so they figure that shopping is the only answer.

Warnings: swearing and a sickening amount of platonic friendship

Words: 1,472

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Flynn groaned from where she lay sprawled out on Julie's bed.

"I'm bored," They complained, idly picking at the covers, "I'm too gay and adhd for this."

Bobby agreed from his spot on a beanbag. "Don't get me wrong, I love the vibes, and if anyone can pull off red nail polish, it's Reg, but watching nails get done? Not my version of a hot girl summer."

Julie rolled her eyes at them and continued painstakingly painting Reggie's thumbnail, making sure it was completely even before responding.

"First of all Flynn, don't pick at the blankets, your nails are still drying, second of all, Bobbin, you are literally nonbinary. You don't get a hot girl summer."

Bobby clutched dramatically at their  chest, purposefully deepening his voice and pouting.

"Jules! The pain- who knew you were the gatekeeping girlboss of the Molina family? That's so transphobic." They paused, clearly waiting for someone to stand up for him. No one did.

"Fine, I see how it is. It's because I'm amab, isn't it? If Luke and Alex were here, they would let me have a hot girl summer."

Reggie piped up, "They probably wouldn't. Luke would be on Julie's side, and Alex would either agree with Willie, or if they weren't here, say something sarcastic about how you haven't earned a hot girl summer."

Bobby huffed, flipping over on the bean bag so he was basically upside down, and made a face at Reggie, who only smiled and shrugged, his cheeks lightly pink.

Flynn laughed but didn't disagree, and Bobby glared at them before flipping them off and haughtily crossing their arms. She only cackled more and he gave up, scoffing under his breath.

Julie hummed quietly under her breath as she worked, and Flynn made various noises to stim in an effort to not ruin her nails, but otherwise the small group fell quiet.

Finally Bobby couldn't handle the silence and pushed themself up, stretching and ruffling Reggie's hair before grabbing Flynn around the waist and lifting them up onto his shoulder, ignoring her protests about being careful of her nails, and heading for the door.

"Flynn and I will be back, we've got hot he/they and she/they shit to do." Flynn grumbled from where they were thrown over his shoulder, complaining about how they treated her like a rag doll, but didn't put up a fight to leaving. After all, she had been bored too.

"Alright half-pint, where to?" Bobby gingerly set her down once they made it outside, this time noticeably more careful about their nails, and she gave a nod of thanks.

"I'd pinch you for calling me that, but my nails are still drying," She glared disapprovingly at him, but they only gave a cheeky smile and started walking, leaving her to follow. 

"I think there's a new thrift store we could check out; I've been meaning to get some nice platform shoes."

Bobby nodded in understanding and plucked at their black shirt, which they had cropped himself "I've been wanting a new crop top or two," They replied.

Flynn checked out their outfit and raised her eyebrows approvingly. Bobby was sporting his black crop top, a pair of red high-waisted cut-off shorts, and black combat boots with rainbow laces. Their hair was loose, and he had black winged eyeliner to finish off the look.

"You can't really go wrong with a crop top," She agreed, and he grinned in response.

"Thanks half-pint." They went to rub his knuckles on her head, but laughed and pulled away when they threatened him with being called a CisHet™.

"Hey hey!" He gestured placatingly as he laughed, "No need to be harsh!"

She rolled their eyes, but gave a soft smile and bumped their shoulders together.

They slung their arm over her shoulder and started walking again.

~~

The thrift shop was mostly empty of people when the friends got there, but the selection was good and they both enjoyed searching the racks and showing off the random treasures they found tucked away, like a pair of boots that would have been a near perfect match of the combat boots Bobby was wearing, except for the fact that they were a beautiful floral pattern, and an adorable button up with sunflowers and bees that Flynn found between an atrocious neon orange jean jacket, and cute quarter-zip jacket with handmade embroidery on it.

Bobby paused their search for the Perfect Crop Top to hold a teal dress against his chest, and raised an eyebrow at Flynn.

"Well, what do you think? Figure this would convince Julie that I deserve my very own hot girl summer?"

Flynn snorted and shook her head, grabbing a garish purple dress with more frills than square inches, and handed it to him.

"Try this," They smirked, "You'd have the hottest girl summer of us all. Might even catch yourself a man in that outfit."

He stopped as if considering, and then regretfully shook their head, "I couldn't. There's only one person I'd want to catch, and I wouldn't want to make anyone feel bad by being the hottest in the group." He winked and bit his lip to make the fuck-boy face, to which Flynn responded by slugging them in the arm.

"Never, and I mean never, do that at me again, and also? I literally exist. I'm the hottest of the friend group. We all know this." She posed for a second and then turned back to the dresses, eyeing them up and down and smiled to themself.

"'Only one person'," They teased, partially pulling out a sequined pink dress and wrinkling their nose before glancing back at Bobby, "Please, you are head over HEELS for him. I'm surprised you haven't made a move yet honestly."

She grabbed a lavender sundress and held it up for his approval.

"Cute, I like it for you. And it's not "surprising" that I haven't made a move. I'm just... being patient. Besides little miss disaster lesbian, you haven't stopped pining over Carrie in years, and you haven't even asked her out once!! at least I've done more than that."

Flynn spun on him, "What?! You didn't tell me?!?!?"

"Wait wait wait, it wasn't anything big!" Bobby held up their hands and took a step back, "We were all up until like, four in the morning, and high on lack of sleep and all that, and I said we should all go on a double date. Luke pouted because he didn't want to go without Julie, and Alex was already asleep, so it was just me and Reggie.

"I guess now that I think about it, it was kind of a date? But like, a platonic one." They shrugged and turned back to searching the racks of clothes, but Flynn wouldn't let go of it so easily.

"So you're telling me you went on a date, with your crush, alone, and you think he doesn't like you back?! Are you fucking kidding me?? Oooh, pretty!"

They paused their rant momentarily when a cute pair of pants caught her eye, and she held them up to see how they looked. Flynn put them back and shook her head.

"Anyways, he's as much in love with you as you are with him. And. I'm getting these sunglasses because fuck you, that's why." 

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I wasn't going to tell you not to, but aight. And he might like me back. It's not like-" They waved their hands vaguely, "- like Luke and Jules." 

They were practically made for each other, and it was never a question about whether or not they liked each other back. They just. Did. 

"With Reggie it's different. He's been through a lot Flynn, and I'd die alone a thousand times before hurting him. I just don't know if he feels the same about me."

They were both quiet for a bit, flipping through hangers and assorted shoes. It wasn't an awkward silence, just a thoughtful one, and Bobby was grateful that Flynn was able to tease and annoy, but ultimately listen and offer advice too. They were a good friend, and Bobby wouldn't trade it for the world.

After a while they went to check out, the cashier offering them a smile and polite goodbye when Flynn pushed open the door, warm air flowing around them as they began the walk back to Julie's house. 

"Hey Bobbers?"

"Yeah half-pint?"

"I don't think the boys, or you, would ever let you come close to hurting Reggie. And by the way? He tooootally likes you back."

"Yeah?" He gave a grateful smile.

"Yeah."

"Thanks half-pint." They laughed when she flicked them, and pulled her into a hug before linking their arms and singing a song under his breath.

It was a good day to have friends like his.