Anon requests: can
you do a Reggie imagine where he gets into a fight, and at first your mad until
you find out it was because somebody was saying gross things about you? thank
Pairing: Reggie x Reader
Description: A beaten and bruised Reggie shows up one night on your doorstep.
Warnings: depiction of injuries
Word count: 778
A/N: I’m so excited to share my first reggie imagine with you guys! hope you enjoy! (also remember to message me if you want to be added to the tag list!)
“Jesus, Reggie,” you muttered as you opened your door to find a battered and bruised Reggie. "What happened?“
"Can I come in?” he begged, avoiding your question. He was cradling his left wrist, and blood was dripping from his lip and nose. You pursed your lips but opened your door wider.
“Yeah, of course,” you responded, lightly placing your hand on his shoulder. You began to guide him towards your bathroom. "We have to be quiet though,“ you told him, "because my parents are asleep upstairs.” Reggie silently nodded. You opened the door to the bathroom and immediately shuffled through the drawers, trying to find some gauze and disinfectant. After a couple of minutes of searching, you found all of the supplies you needed. You gestured for Reggie to sit down on the closed toilet. Pouring some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball, you sent a sympathetic smile towards the beaten boy.
“This may hurt,” you warned him right before you placed the cotton again the cuts on his face. He winced as it made contact with the wound, but he bit his lip to prevent himself from making any noise. The two of you sat in silence for ten minutes, Reggie silently watching you as you cleaned his wounds. As you finished wrapping gauze around his wrist, he spoke up.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. You looked up with a puzzled expression. "I shouldn’t be troubling you with this.“
"Reggie, if you’re hurt I want you to come here,” you comforted him. "You’re not bothering me.“
"I just… this was my fault, and I shouldn’t have dragged you into anything.”
“Your fault?” you questioned, leaning back a bit. "How is it your fault?“
"I got into a fight,” he confessed. He avoided eye contact with you.
“Jesus, Reggie,” you groaned. You stood up and began to put away the medical supplies. "Why would you get yourself into that?“
"Because I had to,” Reggie replied. "They were saying shit that they shouldn’t have.“
"Oh like what?” you snapped. "You don’t deserve captain of the football team? That you don’t get as much action as some of the others? Honestly, Reggie, if you’re gonna let that shit get under your skin so easily, then don’t bother coming over here afterwards. I’m not here to heal your ego.“ Reggie, stunned into silence, didn’t respond to you. He sighed and stood up, signaling that he was ready to leave. You exhaled sharply as you lead him to your door. When you arrived, you opened it and held it, watching as Reggie exited your house. Before he stepped off your porch, he turned around to face you.
"They were talking about you,” he explained. "They were talking about how you have a big ass and that they would totally bang you, and then they started talking about how many points you would be worth in the book.“ Your eyes widened, and you said nothing. Reggie continued, "I snapped in less than five minutes. I couldn’t take hearing people talk about you that way.” Your face softened as you stepped onto your porch, inching closer to Reggie.
“Oh, Reggie,” you sighed, placing a hand on his bruised face. Gently, you swiped your thumb across the cut on his lip. He inhaled deeply and grabbed both of your wrists.
“(Y/N),” he whispered. Your heart rate increased as Reggie’s face inched closer to yours.
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” you asked, trying to make your voice sound steady. "If I had known-“
"I didn’t want you to know,” he muttered. "I guess… I guess I was trying to protect you.“ You began to withdraw your hand from his face, but Reggie’s arm snapped up and placed your hand back against his cheek. Before you could reply, he crashed his lips against yours. Kissing back, you raised your other hand and cupped the other side of his face. The two of you pulled apart, and you rested your forehead against Reggie’s. Neither of you said anything, but smiles graced both of your faces.
"I should get home,” Reggie mumbled after a minute. You nodded, taking a step back. He held onto your hand.
“Yeah, I should probably go inside,” you said. He nodded and slowly released your hand. You took a few steps backwards towards your door, refusing to remove your gaze from Reggie.
“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he waved, and began his trek home. You smiled wistfully and waved, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.
“Goodnight, Reggie,” you muttered, a smile etched onto your face. You dreamily sighed as you softly shut your door, fingers hovering over where Reggie’s lips were just moments ago.