holding a tray full of home-made cupcakes, betty appears before him with a genuine smile, one brow raised slightly as she offers her gift. " happy birthday, reg! i know it's nothing super expensive, but they're baked with love. " as all betty's baked goods were, but these birthday cupcakes in particular have each been iced with a red heart and his name on top. " they're all red velvet, with a melted chocolate middle. don't eat them all at once! "
❲ REGGIE’S BIRTHDAY ❳ : always accepting. ft. @mythite
SHE ALWAYS LEFT HIM FULL. heart & stomach & soul. at the rate she gives, indebted to everyone’s life she touches. side effect from a heart far bigger than her body, he knew. compared to he who was said not to have one at all. an image people clung to of a menace who laughed at suffering juxtaposed by a saint who’s only dream was to make the world brighter. he didn’t have to wonder what people saw when they stood side by side. cooper & mantle. good vs. evil. meant to be kept apart. it still shocks you every time. that she comes back to you. same girl that berated you as a child, called you cruel & unworthy. you don’t have to remember when you believed her. because you still do. maybe that’s why you didn’t expect the gesture. perhaps that’s why you struggle to find the two words that sum it all up, even a tonuge of your caliber unfamiliar to simple phrase : thank you.
still, he had an image to uphold. souring of features, feigning as if he finds himself at odds : an athlete on a strict diet, meals planned at the beginning of every week. nothing less than perfection for star quarterback stared down by his favorite flavor of dessert, right down to the cream cheese frosting. crafted by hands of master chef in the making, her blue eyes shining optimistically up at he, the skeptic . right down to icing’s swirl atop cake. in the shape of hearts, no less. geez. ———— then again what stranger is he to cutting corners. coach clayton didn’t have to know, right ? tug of lips’ edge, eyes flickering between saccharine treat & its maker. ❝ ooooh, you kill me, cooper. my diet is telling me no, but my body is telling me yes. ❞ cant of head, swish of cheeks as if deliberating life & death. facade soon dropped at easy choice.
❝ ah fuck it. tell you what, cooper: i’ll accept your goods. but only if you feed ‘em to me. no exceptions. ❞ perhaps taking advantage of kindness, knowing she’s not one to decline. but all in good fun. ruffle of blonde hair by his fingers as he takes glassware with ease. a dish he’d be eating warm in fourth period ( & sharing with no one. typical, villainous behavior ). he holds it comically as a butler would, balanced perfectly over fingertips, eyebrows raised expectantly. a point to mouth, as if contents had anywhere else to go. ❝ i’m waiting, betts. ❞
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