Too Much Pressure
This one is a bit shorter, hope you enjoy it anyway. Feedback is always appreciated. xx
Also, please note that my mother tongue isn’t English so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to correct me if I made mistakes!
Requested by @littlemisscaptainfandom: Could you do a fic with Reggie and the reader where he comforts her after she panics big time over exams because she is pretty useless at maths and has never failed anything in her life because people expect so much from her? (Sorry, this is pretty much my life right now) x
Reggie Mantle x Reader
Warnings: none I guess
It’s that time of year again where students are stressing themselves out; where some of them cry most of the time due stress; where some of them don’t do anything but sitting in their rooms, isolating themselves from the outside, and studying non-stop. It’s exams time. The horror of every student. Where others still enjoy their lives and meet up with their friends, I’m one of those people, who are just thinking about studying and good grades. School matters more than having a social life. It’s been like this my entire life.
Since I was little I’ve been taught that doing mistakes is unacceptable; that failing is unacceptable. Being any less than perfect would be a disappointment to my parents, so I work hard on not making mistakes, not even small ones. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I’m glad I have them, but sometimes it feels like they care more about our image than me as an individual.
That’s why I’m currently sitting in the library with dozens of textbooks in front of me, my eyes focused on the words and numbers. Math’s always been a weakness of mine. As hard as I try it seems like it’s impossible for me to memorize all these formulas. Slowly but surely I can feel the panic rise in me. There’s a heavy feeling in my chest when I think of how disappointed my parents will be when I fail this exam.
This can’t happen, I think to myself, Come on, Y/N, you can’t let them down. Taking a deep breath, I try to focus on the book, which is laying right in front of me. It doesn’t matter how hard I try, nothing in this book makes sense to me. The panic rises even more. My vision starts to get blurry, my heart beats so fast I’m afraid it’ll jump out of my chest. Even my mouth gets drier and drier each second that’s passing by. It’s getting harder to breathe, my throat’s closing itself. Not now, Y/N, hell will be loose. You have to keep going. The first tear escapes my eye, making its way down my cheek. Frustrated I wipe it away and sniffle. Dammit. Deep in my thoughts I don’t notice how someone sits down beside me.
A hand on my shoulder pulls me out of my own world. “Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?”, a familiar deep voice asks me. I look to my left. Reggie. A small smile forms on my face. Despise what most people might think Reggie has always been nothing but friendly to me. I can’t say how and when but we became friends a while ago. Honestly, he’s the only one who I can rely on. He’s been there for me when no one else was. We share most secrets with one another. Of course, I’m not a fan of his behavior towards some persons, but I’m trying to change that.
“Yeah,” I say quietly. He raises an eyebrow, obviously not believing me. “What is it? You know, you can talk to me.” I sigh and look at my hands, which are playing with the hem of my shirt. “I don’t get this stuff,” I murmur, gesturing to the books. I take a deep breath, before continuing to speak, “How should I meet everyone’s expectations when I can’t even get the simplest things?” I swallow hard as I think of letting everyone down. Tears making their way out of my eyes, leaving wet marks on my cheeks. “No one’s expecting things from you,” he softly says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “You don’t know my parents. For them is failing a tragic. For most parents it’s okay if their kids make mistakes. But not for mine. If you make one, you’re a loser, a failure, a disappointment.”
“I can’t disappoint them, they will hate me,” I sniffle, leaning in on Reggie. His grip tightens, giving me a secure feeling. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you, but first of all you need to get your mind off,” he smiles, wiping my tears away and pressing a light kiss on my temple. “Reggie, didn’t you hear what I said I-” The boy cuts me off, “I know, I know. But you can’t sit inside and studying your ass off all day. Once in a while you gotta have fun” I open my mouth to protest but before I could say anything, I get cut off, again. “No buts.” I sigh, but can’t help the smile that forms on my face. “Thank you, Reg. You really are my hero,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. “Anything for my favorite girl.” He presses another kiss on my temple. The smile on my face gets bigger. I’m grateful for having a person like him in my life, who supports me and accepts me for my imperfect self, not wanting to change me.