reggie mantle

“Reginald Mantle, stop right there!” her voice carried over the general hum of the public in the main high street. Even if her usual heels, she managed to catch up to the guy, linking her arm through his to lock him in place. “I’ve heard rumours and I’m insulted you haven’t come to me personally, best friend foul, Reggie.” 

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Reggie knew that shrill voice anywhere and, when her arm linked through his own to stop him, it was no surprise to see Cheryl Blossom standing there. “Yeah... that might be my bad,” he admitted, chuckling softly as he glanced down at her. “Which rumors are we talking ‘bout here though, Cher? You know everyone in this town talks about me. It’s hard to know,” he teased, smirking. Of course he had an idea of what she was referring to, but he was never one to pass by a good opportunity to joke around.

Reggie tapped his fingers on the tabletop as he waited for the guards to bring Sweet Pea out, the pane of glass separating them seeming to mock him as it’d done for months now. But, even with his parents wanting him to stay home and be with family today, there was no way he wasn’t coming to see Sweet Pea. It was Christmas, after all.

The guards finally led the serpent out, sitting him down across from him. The orange wasn’t flattering in the least on him and, just as he always did, he narrowed his eyes at the guards, glaring at them until they finally stepped away a little to give them at least a slight bit of privacy. HIs eyes finally moving back to his boyfriend, he smiled softly. “Hey,” he breathed. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

They talked for what had been almost the entire time Reggie had been given to speak with him, everything from what had been going on with Reggie, what bullshit presents he’d gotten and the like. Reggie particularly liked hearing Sweet Pea talk about which guys had made the mistake of fucking with him only to get their asses kicked for it.

The guard had come by, stating simply ‘five more minutes’, prompting a groan from Reggie’s lips. It never felt like they had enough time. “Okay, so... this might be a little cheesy,” Reggie started, digging through the pocket of his letterman where he retrieved a sprig of mistletoe. The next minute or so was spent with Reggie clumsily taping the mistletoe to the glass higher above them.

serpentmind·:

This universe certainly had a way of telling Tony that a break is nowhere in his near future. He could pinpoint a time where the three of them were in the same vicinity.  So when he saw Sweet Pea  - his eyes drifted to Reggie and a heavy sigh escaped at the timing, but concern followed suit.  There was no rulebook for how you could act with your first love and ex-boyfriend with their current fiancee in the same room. But he acting on his concern first before worrying about the emotional weight of the situation. Turning to address Sweet Pea,  “ qué estás haciendo aquí ? ¿que esta pasando?” 

He didn’t know where to look, eyes darting between Reggie and Tony quickly afraid of looking at one or the other for too long. A weak smile was cast in Reggie’s direction, unsure on the tension between the three of them. “Hey babe.” he greeted towards Reggie first, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stepped closer to him and away from Tony, before shooting the latino a look. The words of Spanish took over him, it was his instinct to respond, also seeing the concern in his eyes. “Necesitaba hablar contigo sobre las serpientes.” he replied, before taking Reggie’s hand in his. “Podemos hablar inglés, por favor? Esto no es justo para él.“ he added, nodding towards his boy- his fiancee.

It was crazy just how quickly Reggie’s irritation had kicked in. The Spanish had done a pretty thorough job of that by itself, but Reggie was also much more observant than people tended to give him credit for, and seeing Sweet Pea’s gaze dart between the two of them so quickly as if he didn’t know who he was supposed to give more attention to didn’t help. Even as he felt Sweet Pea’s hand fit into his own, the deep frown on his lips still held. “It’s fine. Don’t feel like you have to loop me in,” he rolled his eyes, his voice coming out a grumble of displeasure. It was so much easier to not think about the connection Sweet Pea and Tony had when he didn’t have to see it but here and now, with the two speaking in a language they very well knew Reggie didn’t understand, it was quickly making those jealous feelings and insecurities he’d always held bubble back up to the surface. In this situation with all three of them present, he suddenly felt like he was the one who didn’t belong - the third wheel - and that didn’t sit well with him.

Jess: You are a godsend.

Jess: Parties at my school seem pretty lame compared to the crazy shit we used to get into at Riverwood parties. Let me know what you hear, I'll keep you updated on my end.

Reggie: Ugh, don't ruin my vision, Jess. I thought college parties were supposed to be even more wild. I'm gonna be so fucking bummed if my future frat doesn't throw some sick parties.

serpentmind·:

tony’s patience for reggie is barely existent but where sweet pea was concerned – he remained as civil as he could. and bit back the temptation to tell him where else he could go. but the truth of it is , none of those places would be open either. “ you – just need a tire changed ? that will only take – twenty minutes , give or take. “ tony can hold grudges , but he knew when to put opinions aside… in this case. “ you’re already here , so just wait here –.  don’t touch anything. “ he stated flatly before walking towards the garage exit. 

Sweet Pea needed to speak with Tony again, after their talk at prom and dance where a chapter was finally closed in their story, another situation had arose which needed addressing. Knowing he would be working, he pitched up outside the garage, turning off the roar of his engine and as he removed his helmet clocked Bella in the car lot with a frown. His hand drifted to his pocket, an instinct when he felt something could possibly be amiss and realised with a sinking feeling that his switchblade normally placed there was locked back home- he couldn’t carry anymore. He gave Bella a quick once over, wondering what had brought him here of all places before making his way to the garage. “Ton-” he was about to shout, but stopped midway. “-Reggie?” he inquired, stepping in just as he saw Tony coming out. Who was he supposed to call out for first? That was awkward. “Hey….” he greeted, concern on his face towards the latino as he scanned the inside of the garage for his boyfriend. 

Reggie stood there awkwardly for a few moments as Tony walked away, twiddling his thumbs before finally shoving his hands into his jean pockets. After a minute or two of waiting, he heard his name called from outside the garage in a voice that sounded very familiar and very much different from Tony's. Walking towards the garage exit after Tony, his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the familiar dark head of hair and accompanying serpent jacket. “Pea,” he started, frowning slightly as he took careful steps out. “What are you doing here?” He realized a moment later it’d been a stupid question, the obvious reason being that he had come here to see Tony.

Audrey: I’ve had some ideas floating around for Noah’s bachelor party, anyone else have some clever ideas? I swear if the first idea out of your mouth is strippers - you’re getting blocked.

Jess: Figured since we're all stuck back in this hellhole, someone might have gotten the clever idea to throw a kegger. Heard anything yet?

Reggie: Oh, for sure. We need a good rager up in this piece.

aphotic eyes ascend to the ceiling of the garage at the voice and the realization of who entered. no matter how well things were going between him and sweet pea – how much they’ve mended their broken bond. there will always be a sore spot where reggie was concerned. they were both opposites , fire and water in every essence. once certain things go down , tony makes an assessment and already knows how he will proceed with someone else. he’s calculative –and not the type to make anyone believe that it’s okay. “ i don’t have the patience for you tonight , “ he stated bluntly , as in a way to say if he can remain civil – but if something happened then his patience would be lost to him. they tolerated each other at best. “ what’s the damage ? “ 

Reggie gave a soft sigh, hardly surprised by the words. It would never be easy talking to Tony, he realized. He was ready to keep backing out ot the garage and leave, but the other male’s next words stopped him, surprising him. “Oh, uh,” he started, blinking back at him for a moment, letting his surprise that he hadn’t just told him to get out fade away. “I just... needed a tire changed,” he explained. “But if you’re closed, that’s chill. I can come back tomorrow or something,” he shrugged his shoulders weakly. A part of him almost wanted Tony to just shoo him off, already wanting to escape this awkward conversation.

his blood ran cold as his phone laid smashed on the floor. it probably still worked but the screen itself had a spiderweb design over the front. maybe he shouldn’t have let his anger get the best of him – but when he was alone , he didn’t have to be concerned about another soul witnessing it. the weight of the promises that he’s made – whether to himself – or to anyone close to him – he watched it all crumble before his eyes. he didn’t know how much longer he could do this. but he had to, even if his husband was the son of fucking supremacists. he wouldn’t have cared as much , but he had to live in the house they owned. and it was the only way to get the courts to see that their marriage should be voided. it did a number on him , and he only let that show in private – or at least as much as possible. he heard footsteps , “ we’re closed. “ the voice instantly had bite to it without acknowledging who entered his garage. it was late , and honestly – this place was his safe space – where he could breathe,

Padilla Automotive was Reggie’s go-to when he wanted to give Bella some love and attention. He knew it sounded strange, given his dad owned a car dealership and he could probably go to his dad’s employess for his car, but his dad being ever the tightass, he still charged Reggie for it and he didn’t want to give his dad anymore money if he could help it. But he hadn’t been prepared to encounter Tony that day. If anything, he usually tried to coordinate his trips here to days where Tony wasn’t working. It was just... easier than seeing him and having these awkward moments - probably easier for the both of them. In all honesty, he didn’t hate Tony. Sometimes his jealousy got the better of him and he had some hard feelings, but he didn’t hate him. He wished he could say the same of the other boy, but... he was pretty sure Tony hated him for sure. It was complicated and Reggie knew that he’d earned a good bit of that hate, but it still made things hard to navigate. “Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath, running an awkward hand through his hair, already starting to travel a few steps backward in an attempt to leave. “Sorry, didn’t realize. I’ll go.”

It was borderline crazy, no doubt people would give backlash but if Noah could marry Riley then he had every right to marry Reggie. Even if he did picture it a couple years down the line. He wasn’t in a mad rush, but he wanted something more secure between them, a promise to show that he would always be there. And maybe it had been a bad idea to raise his hand up, his speech had gone on far longer than he intended and his arm was starting to ache so he was glad when Reggie lowered it down and examined it. With baited breath and a pounding heart he waited for Reggie’s reaction or answer, wondering if maybe he’d gone to far this time. The ring itself was overly flashy, but he’d won it in a game of cards whilst inside- it almost felt like fate had landed it with him. But if it wasn’t to his taste, he would try and find something more appropriate. He was so lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the word. But the smile on Reggie’s face made it sink in and he was quick to remove the ring from the box and slide it on his offered finger. “Really?” he still couldn’t believe it, that Reggie had said yes and he felt like he could laugh, scream and cry at the same time. But soon he had an armful and mouthful of Reggie and he gripped onto him tightly, eyes closing as he relished in the feeling of him once more. God he loved him. He didn’t even want to go back to the gym, he was quite happy to stay here, to continue kissing him- so much, that he pulled them back against the wall, Sweet Pea’s back meeting the cold tiles with a soft thump. 

Reggie didn’t really know what it all meant in the long run, if he was honest. He didn’t know how he’d handle planning a wedding or how soon it’d be or all the other little details that came with getting married. He just knew that if all those details led to him having the serpent in his life forever, he didn’t really care that much about them. It would all be worth it tenfold. Reggie kissed him with every bit of passion running through his body, his hands coming up to cup his face instead. Eventually, he slowed slightly, still pressing small kisses to his lips one after another. “God, I love you so fucking much,” he muttered between each one. “What are we going for, huh?” he smirked gently against his lips. “Mantle? Preston? Mantle-Preston? Preston-Mantle?” Of course, they had all the time in the world to discuss such things, but ever the tease, he couldn’t help himself.

Audrey couldn’t think of an exact moment when Reggie had bothered them, but they were sure it had happened at some point during high school. They shrugged their shoulders and sighed, “What makes you think you pissed me off? My friends were running, my vote would have gone to them no matter what.”

Reggie rolled his eyes a bit. “That’s not what I meant, Jensen. I already knew you were probably gonna support the lamest and most boring couple running no matter what. What was cold was you acting like you didn’t know I was even running when my handsome face is plastered on posters all over school and I’ve been campaigning like crazy.”

“god, you’re no fun anymore,” Brooke commented with a pout. it was nice to see a smile on his face though, the events of the past year had almost seemed to etch a permanent frown there but he seemed especially happier that night. “jealous? please, I have absolutely nothing to be jealous of when it comes to Cheryl Blossom. if anything, you have it confused with the other way around.” as always her eyes were drawn to the sparkle, grabbing Reggie’s hand without any preamble. “going a little gaudy tonight, aren’t we? unless…” her thumb spun the ring a time or two, eyes widening as she looked ( far ) up at him. “Reginald, explain.”

Reggie smirked back at her, shrugging his shoulders simply. “Hey, I’m tons of fun,” he argued. “I’m just a ton of fun that likes to stay alive and not be murdered over the potential loss of a cheap, plastic crown,” he joked. Still, he couldn’t help an amused grin as Brooke promptly grabbed for his hand and looked closely at his ring. “Do I really have to?” he quirked an eyebrow, chuckling softly. “Whatever explanation you’re thinking of is the right one.”

Audrey rolled their eyes at Reggie’s words. Even if Riley and Noah hadn’t been running, Reggie and Cheryl wouldn’t have been the first on their list of people to vote for. They shoved the button back in Reggie’s hand. “I already voted…Didn’t even realize you were running to be honest,” they replied.

Reggie let out a low whistle, sliding the button back into his pocket instead. “Damn, Jensen, that’s cold,” he shook his head. “What’d I do to piss you off?” He probably did something - he didn’t really put it past himself. But there was no fucking way Audrey had managed not to see his and Cheryl’s posters plastered all over school in the weeks leading up to prom.

“ or i could be the lameass who actually cared about this high school monarchy. “ the jab specifically for Reggie Mantle himself. “ you’re the lameass , if you didn’t catch that. “ Fangs added for clarity as his aphotic eyes narrow slightly in challenging manner. “ you know , Noah and I are close, and probably the only couple running as  legitimate relationship  so what are the benefits if I vote for you , Mantle ? “ of course he wasn’t going to make it easy.

Reggie rolled his eyes in reply. “It’s not that deep, but okay.” It wasn’t worth his time and effort to get into some argument about the people that chose to take this as some super serious social ladder bullshit instead of the just fun competition it was. Reggie wasn’t taking it that seriously, for fuck’s sake. He just liked the competition and, hey, if he could leave high school with the title of king, that was a pretty nice thought, too. “Anyway, biggest benefit for you? Making your boy happy. You know...” Not one for subtlety, Reggie simply lifted his hand up and wiggled his fingers, flashing his ring.

a slow smirk settled on her face, reaching out to fit her smaller hand into his for a brief moment. “can I tell her after the fact though? because honestly, only part of my motivation is winning for myself.” Brooke felt like she should have known it would come down to this - the last title one would receive at Riverwood High. and while she cared more than she tried to let on, the idea that Cheryl Blossom would take that from her, too, had her anger already burning lowly. “whyd you even agree to run with the she devil, anyway?”

“Uh, no, especially not after the fact,” Reggie deadpanned. “If she loses and finds out I did this, then I’m really dead.” He knew Cheryl and Brooke had this queen bee rivalry going but, frankly, he didn’t really care that much about that. “The she devil’s not so bad when you get to know her,” Reggie chuckled softly. “Being real? She’s one of the realest friends I’ve ever had and I got her back and that’s about all there is to it. Why, you jealous?” he teased lightly, wiggling his eyebrows as he ran a hand through his hair, a hand on which now rested a very nice ring.