Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.
So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)
The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
Morning, pup. Picking you up.
You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.
After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.
“Uh, mom. What’s this?”
“Your lunch.” she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social life.
“I’m a senior.”
“I’m your mom. And you know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.” she said handing out the bag to you. “And i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.
“But mooom” You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.
“(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t work.
Another two successive honks.
“Fine! Fine!” you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.
“Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.
“Hey Reg.” You greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do me a favor and eat this.”
“Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?”
“I will murder your sorry–”
“Okay, I get it.” Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. “Good morning to me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank you mama (Y/L/N).”
“Just drive, you moron.” you chuckled.
Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.
“(Y/N/N), can you read that for me.”
“That’s probably from Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.
“I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that shit.”
Reggie barked out a laugh. “Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”
Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.
“I created a monster.” you sighed.
“Shut up you know you love me.”
“And so does Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. “Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”
“Well, i’m not Mantle the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”
“You are nasty!” You punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your 6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on that bed, Reg, what the hell!”
“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N), You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but not before giving you a wink. “And, I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me now.”
You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”
You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.
“Fine,” Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle, solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”
(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.
“You can love me now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your direction.
“Promise?” You meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.
“Fine-fine, I love you again.”
“Thank God, whatever will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”
“Crash and burn?” You offered.
“Probably.” You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.
“What should I reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.
“This is why I love you, pup.”
“Yo Reg!” Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.
“Sup man.” A couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.
“Hey bud.” you heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the hells of high school.
Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the help of Archie and Moose from time to time.
“You coming to the game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer. Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.
“Yup, Reggie got me tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough for one of their other teammates to hear.
“Oooh nice. Cheer for me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).
“Watch it, newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.
“Boys,” You warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making further damage.
“Was just try'na be friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.
“Well, start getting the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N) right?”
“Yeah, yeah got it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”
You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.
“See you later, pup.”
“Are you crazy?!” Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to their coach about the new play. “You must have a death wish, I swear—“
“What? It’s not like I asked her–”
“You do not talk to (Y/N), ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”
“What? Is she Mantle’s girl?”
“No, she’s more.” Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”
As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever, barely giving other people a glance.
“That’s Cheryl Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”
“They’re sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?‘
“Sorry, my bad. New kid.”
“Actually, nobody really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever since.”
Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N) in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and Moose on the way to the door.
“Mantle, where the hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near his annoyingly tall figure.
Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily high voice. “She’s not a toy Cheryl.”
“Of course not.” Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.
Reggie sighed. “She’s safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Listen here, dimwit –”
“She’s in her first subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing the door open. “And for your information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s time you start learning that.”