#skipenk

[gendryw4ters-blog]

a couple skip/penk headcanons that i cant stop thinking about

these are for you @snowmedics my love (and also thank you for helping with some of em in that chat the other day!!) and also!! are set in the same universe/time/etc as this piece i did the other day. they might be a lil dumb too but i believe in them nonetheless;

they lived together as friends before they started dating, and so the living situation has remained pretty much the same with only a few minor changes, like:

both of them still have their separate cupboards and halves of the fridge except now it’s slightly more of a big deal when they steal or “borrow” from the other’s (”i just cannot BELIEVE you would eat the last of my fruit loops like. like i expected this from you as a friend but we’re so much more than that now and honestly? i’m hurt. i’m betrayed. i’m reconsidering this entire relationship” “babe those were mine and you moved them into your cupboard yesterday when you thought i wasnt looking” “thAT MIGHT BE TRUE BUT STILL”)

they have a spare room now. they decided it would be easier to move into skip’s since his was the biggest, and so penk’s got turned into a room where friends could stay and also a place where they could finally house their shrine to dwayne ‘the rock’ johnson. it’s a modest shrine, and one that started out as a joke but then accidentally became an integral part of their life when penk took his name in vain in a tipsy rant about the casting of tom cruise in the new mummy film. skip never let it go. (the shrine stays up even when they have visitors, and while it makes most of them uncomfortable to some degree, malarkey stays over so often that he now sometimes feels uncomfortable sleeping WITHOUT the rock watching over him and keeping him safe)

it’s actually so much tidier than you’d maybe expect. it’s lived in, sure, but they do their best to keep it neat. it was messier when they were just friends- and skip often makes jokes about how dating has turned them both into domestic goddesses and penk just smiles warmly because yeah maybe that is true but also he wouldnt change the set up they have now for the world

other relationship-y things:

they have SUCH a loving and wholesome dynamic though perhaps not in the most conventional sense, like they have this kind of humour between them that to an outsider might verge on mean but between them is just another way of showing love. nothing is ever Too Serious, they’re on a level of comfort and intimacy that they can literally just say anything and the other will instantly know what they mean. the humour and love just rolls off of their tongues, snappy retorts to dumb comments being used in place of simpering sweet nothings, and it’s dry but not always deadpan- with a lot of exaggerated movements and playful slaps to the arm and things like that

they'll sometimes throw more shade at each other than at other people, but when they ARE throwing it at others its a whole different game of subtle hand brushing like "hey iiiiii think theyre being an asshole we're going to analyse this later" and loud conversations like "well i know i wouldnt let YOU act like that in public babe" and they’ll gossip about it later over wine and takeaway pizza at home 

dumb or strange late night conversations are!! commonplace because skip sometimes takes a long time falling asleep, and even if penk IS 90% asleep he can’t resist joining in because he loves skip so he still ends up mumbling back like “i dont think youre ever gonna be able to fuck sean bean, no babe” and they have such in depth discussions over the most ridiculous things like whether liam neeson would appreciate an aquarium date or not but also!! chats about life and shows they watch and just about anything because theyre in love and also best friends and they can be real with each other no matter what

they also!! watch a lot of cartoons. they watch other shows too but cartoons especially have become a source of comfort for them if theyve had a not so good day or “simply cant be fucked with trying to work out what’s gong on in [insert movie that’s not even that difficult to comprehend but penk’s just too lazy to even try]”. they’ll sit around in their underwear and eat cereal and stream them for hours

late night shopping trips!! are absolutely a thing. they’ll ride the cart up and down the aisles and end up buying a bunch of junk they dont really need and always have a good time doing it

there’s almost always music playing in the flat if they’re not chatting or watching tv, it’s on quietly in the background because skip doesnt like total silence and penk sometimes likes to pull him up to dance (casually grabbing him on his way past to finish cleaning the kitchen or whatever he’s doing and spinning him around and kissing him on the nose). it’s not ALWAYS memey music though they do both know pretty much all of the dance routines to all of the late 90s early 00s classics and still sometimes teach themselves new ones on tipsy saturday nights (and use them to cheer each other up!! as with the macarena in that thing i did)

HELLO SORRY I HAVE BEEN RAMBLING FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW GOOD ON YA IF YOU MADE IT THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH AND ALSO I COULD PROBABLY GO ON ABOUT THESE TWO FOREVER AND EVER <3

[ralphspina-blog1]

HELLO it's ya girl coming to request some skipenk (or! another pairing if you'd rather do them!) with either the prompt “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”, or “You’ll catch me, right?” if you wanna do those that is!

what would you do if i managed to make this cheesy and fluffy instead of humor? that’s what you get tbh, i’m so bad at humorous fic so HERE’S THE END RESULT

In the summer of Warren “Call me Skip” Muck’s eighteenth year on the planet, he feels more like he’s got a handle on the vagaries and paradoxes of life than he ever has before - and he’s been a consummate know-it-all since the day he was born, when he asked his mother if maybe she might want to reconsider the name “Warren” and caused a minor panic in the delivery room, so that’s an impressive feat.

Eighteen years old, fresh out of High School and ready to face whatever college has to offer, finally at a point where he appears to have grown into his features and the end result isn’t half-bad, cruising down the back streets of Towanada with his best friend in the whole wide world riding shotgun: what could touch him at this point, never mind knock him off his feet? He’s invincible. They both are.

Beside him, Penk “Why do you insist on calling me that, no one else does, just use Alex for fuck’s sake” Penkala is leaned halfway out the passenger side window, his outstretched arm rising and falling lazily with the shifting air currents each time there’s a variation in the car’s speed. They’re going so fast that the wind also cuts slipstream part lines all through his thick tangle of hair, which is too densely curly even for fingers to slide through - Skip has tried, with the good and valid reason that he just needed to know if it was possible, okay - but Skip doesn’t think for a second about telling him to sit back down.

Other people do shit like that. Him and Penk, they just have each other’s backs so that no matter what they get up to, what kind of disaster one courts, the other can keep it from coming to pass. It’s what makes them invincible, the fact that they simply don’t allow the idea of consequences close enough to touch them.

“Talked about it, talked about it, talked about it, talked about it -” Skip’s singing tunelessly to the mix CD he hasn’t switched out of his car stereo for nearly three months, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, and one of those facts seems to have started to wear on Penk’s nerves because out of nowhere, he lashes out a sneakered foot in the direction of the stereo’s eject button.

Ah. So it’s the mix that’s the culprit.

“Would you kindly be a little more respectful of Stacy the Stereo and her ceaseless devotion to the task of bringing us bitchin’ tu -”

“What?” Penk shouts from his perch, because naturally, the wind is rushing by his ears much too loudly for him to hear Skip’s request. He responds to that fact by kicking at the stereo again, so Skip resorts to drastic measures: namely, grabbing his pant leg with one hand and yanking him back in the general direction of inside the car.

“I said, don’t kick my fucking stereo!” Skip’s almost got his hand firmly around Penk’s ankle when Penk decides, in his infinite wisdom, to tug his leg back as hard as he can. Of course that leads to him recoiling precariously toward the open air and the pavement below, and Skip sees how the entire Rube Goldberg device of mistakes will play out and leave Penk as a smear across the road in the split-second it takes him to blink.

But when he opens his eyes, Penk is sitting in the seat beside him, laughing with breathless exhilaration. “Damn,” he says with something close to awe. “I nearly bit it.”

It’s all enough to make Skip forget that he’s not one of the assholes who would give Penk shit over doing something like that, so he pulls onto the curb with a squeal of tires and shower of gravel and slams on the brakes, then switches off the stereo the way any civilized human being would before turning his full attention to his friend. Who, he notices with redoubled annoyance, looks more startled and alarmed by their sudden stop than he did after nearly falling out the passenger side window at fuck off miles per hour.

“… what?” Penk says again, but this time he sounds uncertain and careful, like maybe he shouldn’t ask. Even more ludicrous, really, because since when do they watch what they say with each other?

You could’ve died, his mind responds in a frantic voice nothing like his own, and what was I supposed to do without you? We’ll already be living on opposite sides of the country in a month, so can we please make sure we at least make it that long? Jesus fucking Christ, Penk, what would I do without you? What will I do without you? Don’t you have any idea how much I -

Oh.

“You’ll change the CD with the respect due to my mixes, thanks, and that means not with your goddamn foot,” Skip says instead, which immediately causes a bright smile to spread across Penk’s face. Maybe it’s just the angle at which the sunlight is slanting through his windshield, but Skip thinks he’s never seen Penk’s eyes look quite that clear and pure a shade of blue before. Looking into them is like focusing his vision through a translucent marble, or a cobalt bottle.

Must be the sunlight. He’s seen Penk’s eyes plenty of times before. They’re hard to miss, perched up there like highbeams above his round cheeks.

Halfway into 19-2000, before Skip can start droning Get the cooooooooool shoeshiiiine along with Noodle again, Penk turns to him and blurts out, “I really scared the shit out of you, didn’t I?”

“Pshaw,” Skip says, since it’s both something very much like him to say and a made-up word that means nothing. 

Penk just flashes him a lazy grin, lips pursed, eyelids at half-mast. “So what if I fall out sometime? You’ll catch me, right?”

“I’ll dive out the driver’s side of a speeding car and somehow land on the opposite side in time to throw out my arms and save my dearest friend from a fate worse than roadkill?” Skip doesn’t even have to turn his head to see Penk nod in his peripheral vision, and he doesn’t hesitate with his answer:

“Yeah. ‘Course I will. I’ve got your back, buddy.”

That may be the only thing he actually knows about life and the world and himself, after all - that he’s got Alex Penkala’s back, come hell or high water, or scorched asphalt. Skip may just be slightly more vulnerable than he realized, but as long as he’s around to make sure of it, Penk will never be anything but invincible.

[gendryw4ters-blog]

If I was gonna write something fluffy, what (br)otp would you like?

aaaah oh gosh whichever pairing you feel most comfortable doing would be okay!! i like skipenk, baberoe, and speirton (most speirs pairings actually) but i’ll take anything!

you’re so sweet oh gosh dfghjkl