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( one liner for @thebookofreg )
❝ Hey Reg ! ❞ The cheerleader popped next to her classmate’s locker a grin on her face. ❝ You better get us a win at tomorrow’s game because the Vixens and I are not busting our hot arses performing routines just for you lot to lose.❞ That would be such a disrespect to their hardwork and their pretty selves.
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“I’m NOT SURE I’m a big fan of the long hair,” That was, to say, that she thought he looked good with shorter hair, not that she was paying attention-- OR WAS SHE. She shrugged her shoulders, playing at nonchalant. “Had that JAMES DEAN sort of vibe.”
“What could you possibly want right now Reggie?”She asked, head tilting towards the male in question. “You’ve never been a peace keeper before, so why come to the lake now?”
3x01 starter call / @thebookofreg
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‘touch me’ symbols meme + @thebookofreg
comforting when crying
Fingers pinched at the bridge of her nose. Shoulders, trembling just slightly, wishing she had a better hold of her emotions in the moment, knowing that she was failing to maintain the cool that she wanted, needed. At the gritty edge of feeling something spill over within her, sleep deprived and her heart ramming awkwardly within her chest. The conflict of emotions pulling her in every direction. Fangs was alive... still within the hospital, caught within his own fight for his life. Jughead in yet another room, the shock of his fight with the Ghoulies having left his battered form in terrible shape, the doctors still working hard to ensure they could re-set the damage that had been inflicted upon him. And yet still, in the streets, the Serpents were battling it out within the Southside, the Ghoulies showing up in full force.
They needed her out there.
But it’d be a lie to say that she wasn’t afraid.
Trying to grasp hold of her sanity when she felt a hand slide along her back, the feeling making her start, and that, enough to make her eyes overflow with the sudden and unexpected emotion that welled from within. “Wha...” her voice was tightly contained, but from a glance, she was able to tell who was there by her side. Reggie Mantle... having been texting with him throughout her hide-a-way here, the worries, fears, concerns, the exhaustion, all of it. Pouring out her emotions like some kind of twisted confession into all the things she shared with him, mouth warping in her own attempt to contain the overwhelming sense that she couldn’t keep herself from crying, her hands wiping hopelessly at her face. “I’m... fuck.”
Hating that she was like this, worse that it was around him, even if they’d seen their own interactions change, in drastic form over the last few months, trying to drag in a lungful of air, to straighten her spine into something that resembled steel and iron, hands dropping to grip the edge of the seat, even as he did his best with her. Hand stroking her back, over her leather jacket, like a reminder as she felt his fingertips over the patch of what she must do. Being in a gang was never going to be easy. “I’m not gonna stay here. You know I have to get out there.” danger or not, her fingers bunching through her pink hair, fitting the mess of her pink curls into a band, tying it off to the side as her eyes met his, red rimmed, fearful, everything swimming within their brown depths. “... You can’t stop me but. I’m glad I got to see you.” just in case... just in case.
@thebookofreg||CONTINUED
{Text:Mantle}:...Part of me doesn’t wanna know what that “special use” is.
{Text:Mantle}: Just don’t make me regret this.
{Text:Mantle}: I mean, there could possibly be more where those came from?
“ we can’t go on like this. i won’t. “ friends yolo
“Oh, no, no.” Jughead shook his head as he took another big bite of the burger before him and gritted his teeth. “ You don’t get to quit. You told me you’d eat, at least shove the rest of your food in my plate when no one can see you because I am losing a bet !” he knew Reggie couldn’t possibly eat as much as him but he supposed the other would at least last longer than that. “ It’s not only about the money, Reggie. Just pretend to eat until I finish this. I can’t lose this bet.”
“ i’m going to go benadryl myself to sleep. “
“ Very funny..” To say that Jughead was not impressed was an understatement, for the past hour he has been trying to help Reggie write his essay but it proved to be mission impossible, it seemed that the mere mention of Romeo and Juiliet bothered Reggie, he seemed to be focusing on everything else but not his homework. “ I don’t know what to do with you.” He said as he shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. “ Given the situation, you don’t need to Benadryl yourself to sleep, just read another page and you’d be a goner.”
At first he was skeptical, the memories he had of Reggie Mantle were quite controversial and he doubted that living with his ex-bully was going to be one of his wisest choices, the lack of money and a bit of convincing from Archie was what it took for him to move into the New York apartment with the hopes that it was going to be something temporary. 3 months in and the place already felt like home. It seemed as if Reggie has finally grown up, just like Jughead’s desire to know him. Finally, he understood Reggie was not that bad.
They were watching a stupid show Jughead didn’t understand, Archie was still out somewhere and it still felt like home. Jughead’s eyes fell on Reggie for a moment before he smiled. “ You can have my second burger. I ate while I was waiting for the burgers to be made.” It wasn’t just food that he was offering, he was offering his friendship and his acceptance as well. He was ready to be his friend.
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