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No Catcalling Allowed || Reggie Mantle

Request from anon: Protective Reggie? Where some guys from the team are making rude comments and he stands up for you

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“Hey baby!” a voice called behind you.

You sighed as you closed your locker door.

Great. The jocks were here for their usual 9 am catcalling session.

You did what you usually did; you picked up your backpack and swung the strap over your shoulder, beginning your trek to your third period class which just happened to be all the way across the school, ignoring everything the jocks said.

“Hey there, Y/N,” Chuck murmured as he strolled next to you. “Looking good today,”

You ignored him.

Ignoring Chuck when he made his comments usually did the trick. After seeing he wasn’t going to get a reaction out of you, he would usually screw off and chat with his buddies instead. That today however wasn’t the case.

“Come on, baby, just smile for me,” he said as he looked at you up and down, a creepy hunger in his eyes.

Again, you ignored him.

“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you.” he snapped suddenly, grabbing your arm and twisting you towards him.

Your binders fell out of your arms and crashed down on the floor, papers going everywhere.

Before you could say anything, someone pushed Chuck off of you and into the lockers, his head hitting the metal with a clang!

Reggie Mantle held the misogynistic teen against the locker, positively fuming. You had never seen him look so mad before.

“Don’t touch her,” he growled. “You got that? Don’t you ever touch her.”

Chuck chuckled.

“Cool it, Reggie. If I would’ve known you wanted her, I would’ve given her to you. She’s a tough one to crack. Just the way you like ‘em.”

Reggie let him go and Chuck swaggered away. You looked down at the fingerprint indents Chuck had left on your arm that were slowly turning purple. Reggie’s eyes widened.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he began to make his way over to you.

“D-Don’t touch me, please.” you begged as you took a step back, obviously shaken.

Reggie stopped immediately and nodded.

“Okay.” he said softly.

With that, he bent down and began to gather up the papers that had fallen from your binder.

You sighed and joined Reggie in picking up the fallen papers.

“I’m sorry,” Reggie began. “Chuck is just—”

“An asshole.” you finished.

Reggie chuckled.

“Yeah, he is. I’m not even gonna try and defend him. He’s an asshole.” he confirmed.

“Why do you even hang out with him?” you grumbled.

“I don’t!” he defended.

At your doubtful expression, the jock elaborated.

“I used to,” he admitted. “But after I heard about that playbook, those lists… I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Weren’t you on them?” you accused.

Reggie shook his head.

“No,” he said. “I never did things like that. You can even ask Betty. She took pictures of them. I’m not a monster.”

You were silent as you contemplated his words and nodded.

“Okay.” you said quietly.

Reggie handed you the rest of your papers and you stuffed them into your binders, holding them close to your chest.

“Do you want me to walk to your next class?” he offered.

You smiled for the first time all day and shook your head.

“No, it’s okay, Reggie,” you said. “I’ll be alright. Thank you though.”

Reggie smiled at you.

“Okay,” he said as he began to walk away. “I’ll see you around?” he asked.

You nodded, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

“Yeah. I’ll see you around.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed my first ever Reggie fic! Let me know what you thought!

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Protect You

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 you xox

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Description: A beaten and bruised Reggie shows up one night on your doorstep.

Warnings: depiction of injuries

Word count: 778

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

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.