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innytoes · 3 years ago

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Another! 63, Reggie ship(s) of your choice

Why are all my friends so pretty?

Look, it was kind of Flynn's fault Reggie was in this mess, so it was only fair that she stay and babysit his loopy ass while the rest of their friends went clubbing. She should have known better than to ask the walking disaster to help her get down the shoes she'd accidentally tossed out her window and into a tree trying to scare off the horny pigeons in her window sill. She should have waited for like, Julie. Or Bobby. Or Alex. Even Luke would have probably been better, honestly.

Instead, Reggie had climbed the tree, rescued her shoes, and promptly fallen out and broken his leg. The hospital had given him some pretty strong painkillers that he'd immediately handed over to Alex, afraid of taking to many. Now, Flynn was In Charge Of The Drugs, with a very strict schedule posted on the fridge. He’d taken his pill just before she got here, so he wasn’t due another one for four hours.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Alex asked, tugging at the crop top Willie insisted he wear. His cheekbones had been highlighted to hell and back by Carrie. She had opted to stay in with Flynn and Reggie for the night, but had thrown herself into playing hair and makeup for the people going out, which was the best part anyway, according to her. Alex looked radiant.

"Of course," she said reassuringly. "Me and Reggie have a whole evening of watching shows about cute dogs planned, isn't that right, Reg?" Reggie blinked at his name, startled out of where he was staring at Alex, and gave a thumbs up.

"Okay," Alex said, before letting himself be distracted by Willie, who pulled him into a kiss. Man, whatever lipstick Carrie had used on Willie was good. Not a smudge out of place. The dreamy look on Reggie's face was back. Oh, interesting. She was one hundred per cent going to bring this up to Carrie later.

Speaking of, she came out of one of the bedrooms, brandishing a lip gloss at her cousin, who slapped at her to keep her away. “I’m not wearing lip gloss, Carrie,” he snapped. “Or that mesh top.” He was wearing his usual black-shirt-red-suspenders outfit, with some nice stompy boots, and his hair artfully mussed. But Flynn had to admit, the mesh top would probably look hot.

“Who’s going to want to kiss your gross chapped lips, then?” Carrie shot back. “Reggie, tell him he’s not getting any if he doesn’t listen to me.”

Reggie blinked, looking Bobby up and down. The guy scowled, crossing his arms defensively. “You look really pretty, Bobby,” Reggie said instead, the traitor. An uncharacteristic smile broke out over Bobby’s face, and he leaned over the couch to ruffle Reggie’s hair.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, before going to the kitchen to pre-game some shots.

“That doesn’t count, he’s stoned off his gourd,” Carrie muttered mutinously. Still, she settled down when Julie let her do her make-up. She and Luke were also dressed to the nines, and Flynn was kind of regretting volunteering for Reggie-sitting duty now, except for how it was totally her responsibility. They pressed a kiss to Reggie’s forehead and cheek, before the gang all headed out the door in a flurry of chaos.

Reggie watched them go, waving and smiling, before flopping down on the couch, his head landing in Flynn’s lap, propping his cast up on the squishy arm of the sofa. “Why are all my friends so pretty?” he whined, pressing his hands to his face.

“You mean Alex?” Flynn asked. She gave Carrie a Look, and her girlfriend settled in on the chair near the sofa, crossing her legs and looking intrigued.

“And Willie,” Reggie moaned. “And Bobby.” He paused, peeking through his fingers up at her. “You and Carrie are also pretty but I respect your opinion that boys are gross and have cooties.”

“The word is... you know what, you’re right,” Carrie said. “Boys are gross and have cooties. Especially Bobby. I’m disappointed in you, Reginald.”

“I knoooow,” Reggie whined, only dropping his hands when Flynn started petting his hair. “Alex and Willie are totally happy together, and I’m already dating Luke and Julie. It’s so selfish of me to want more.”

Flynn blinked, sharing a look with Carrie. Apparently stoned Reggie was a very, very honest Reggie, and this was more than they’d bargained for with a bit of light teasing. Shockingly, it was Carrie who stepped up, even though she hated ‘mushy feeling stuff’ most of the time.

“Do you think Julie’s selfish? She’s dating you and Luke and Flynn.”

“What? No!” Reggie said quickly, offended. He tried to glare at Carrie from his place with his head in Flynn’s lap, but mostly just managed to squint and pout. “Julie’s special, she has a big heart.”

“So do you, sunshine,” Flynn said, booping Reggie’s nose. He tried to boop hers in return, but he missed her face by a mile, dropping his hand back on his chest and pouting until she started stroking his hair again. “Julie and Luke won’t be upset if you want to date someone else.” He seemed to mull it over. Or maybe he just saw an interesting spot on the ceiling. Apparently Julie had gone grocery shopping earlier this week and had found him an hour later, exactly where she left him, stroking one of her fluffy pillows.

“Besides, Bobby’s had a crush on you since he was fifteen,” Carrie said casually, inspecting her fingernails.

Reggie shot up. “Really?”

“That explains so much,” Flynn said. Like how Reggie was the only one who could get piggyback rides from Bobby. He just dropped everyone else. And how Bobby always made sure to sneak in Reggie’s favourite snacks when they went to the movies. And how Reggie was the only one who was able to coax out a smile out of him when he was in one of his Grumpy Cat moods.

“Where’s my phone, I need to text Bobby,” Reggie said, flailing around the couch cushions until Flynn desperately pulled him back to lay down before he fell off the couch and re-broke his leg.

“No texting while stoned,” Carrie said sternly. Reggie pouted, but stopped flailing.

“Besides, maybe talk to Luke and Julie first,” Flynn suggested. He still had another two days on these meds, which would give him plenty of time to bumble through a Serious Conversation. Maybe she’d give Jules a heads up, though, just in case the high dosage of painkillers seriously addled what Reggie was trying to say. She didn’t have time for any sitcom levels of misunderstanding here. She and Carrie may live for The Drama, but only other people’s drama. Not their people’s.

“Myeah,” Reggie said, already flagging after his bout of energy. Flynn smiled, stroking his hair out of his eyes, and he settled back down, melting into her. It didn’t even take half an episode of Puppy Palace for him to fall asleep. And if she and Carrie spent the next hour gossiping and taking bets on how many people Reggie ended up dating, well, that was one of the joys of being in a polycule like theirs, wasn’t it?

#the greater polyphantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #fanfic #flynnxcarrie #juliexlukexreggie #juliexflynn #willex #you said the reggie ship of your choice so of course I went for ALL OF THEM #reggiexeveryone is the best pairing of all #even though this is more pre-reggie/everyone #GIVE ALEX A CROPTOP

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