What Disney Princess Are You? Part 1 (Reggie Fic-One Shot)
Summary: It wasnât everyday you see Reggie Mantle bothered by one message he receives on his phone at school one day, especially about a certain girl nonetheless. Though as he tried to keep himself together of the situation, a sudden curiousness of words from the core four may have solved his problem, or was it just the company itself from these so-called misfits he needed as well to find the answer himself?
Notes: Unfamiliar characters mentioned or presented are part of my own Riverdale au (more detail into them in the future), specifically the Reggie-verse.
Warnings: Reggie being a less than usual jerk.
That one text message sent shivers up the one and only Riverdaleâs star player, both sexually and athletically, spine to which was a surprise for anyone considering nothing fazes him, even with the most hottest of the babes in his school. But this wasnât any text message, glancing at it again as if seeing it another time would make it seen any less worrisome. The words just muddled into his brain like pudding from the schoolâs cafeteria tray. Bolded it read.
You did THIS. You fix IT.
Even looking at the all-seeing words, âTHISâ Â & âITâ Â shown in all caps made it more difficult for him to come up with a solution. As he sighed, turning off his phone screen to dark as he didnât want to think about looking at it again for another time, he swings his backpack over his shoulder as if he was already prepared for what heâll face once he gets out the door of the schoolâs hallway. He looks at himself in the mirror that hung over his locker that stood over the hall of all the students that belonged to each and every one. He gives his reflection a confident smile that hid over the anxiousness he felt through the muscles of his well-toned body. Satisfied with what he saw as usual, he slams his locker door shut without a second thought. The moment he does the sudden appearance of Cheryl Blossom, Riverdale Highâs head cheerleader and occasional bitch with a craving for insults for those beneath her, appeared before him. She stood with her head cocked to the side, rosy hair brimmed to perfection and a smile that always appeared to be a calm before the storm before she could even open those cherry-colored lips of her. Before he could think of something to say, she speaks as if she was the only one allowed to say something to anyone in front of her.
âReggie. I see you were less than enthusiastic at practice today. You should consider cleansing those wrinkles of yours before that narcissistic look becomes you more than it already has.â Â She says as if it was already known fact, which it kind of already was.
Unamused by her words, he just turned his back to his locker, arms crossed as if he was about to dominate this whole conversation into none of her business as it should be. He just gave her a look of confidence, his one eyebrow lifted to show his willingness to play along with whatever Cheryl was thinking was tinkering around inside of him that gave way of what was actually bothering him.
âItâs nothing I canât handle.â Â He answers, turning around in front of her as he walks away, arms and shoulders up in response then turning around his back facing her as he headed towards the end of the hall. To which he knew without confidence that he always had, he didnât need to explain anything to her and her rumor-filled mouth.
Reggie always knew Cheryl would be the type to word her way into people'sâ Â business when it seemed it come of interest to her or that it was just her so-called Blossom boredom that was letting her on a proverbial, queen-like spree of amusement, which was torture for others who dared let their words slip by without her knowledge or even in some cases, permission. But he knew from the moment he met her way back when he would not even remember that she was one nut he did not want to crack, for the safety of future makeout sessions with the next girl that caught his eye, as he thought, even looking at a girl wearing the river vixen wardrobe from their after school practice. He didnât even bother glancing at her face as much as he did her supposedly curved body considering it was more of a favorite pastime than a considerate pick of his next to-go meal. Though even as his less than 10 seconds of dirty heaven wrapped his brain with the excess to forget about his troubles for a mere few minutes at best; it wandered back to his main problem as he felt a vibrate of his phone that he stashed away in his letterman jacket pocket.
He takes it out, tapping the blank screen on his phone on, the lockscreen of himself showing up in front of his eyes in whatever wardrobe he was in that day he took it. Staring at those next bolded words that he wanted to keep himself from reading, but knew he had to. It read.
If you donât fix this. Sheâs not going to forgive you.
He looked at the message, thinking how could he be able to fix it. He wasnât good at fixing things especially stuff that heâs done in particular. The idea of figuring it out on his own would drive him crazy if he wasnât able to find the answer in the short amount of time that he had. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders in annoyance and amidst frustration, wanting to just find a place to forget his worries for a slight moment, maybe even a few moments.
Putting away his phone back in his jacket pocket, he adjusted himself and his all-confident Mantle stature, trying to give no indication of his predicament as he moves his fingers through his smooth, jet-black hair that was gelled to his own satisfaction. He pursed his lips to give off that âReggieâ demeanor that everyone knew him by, though for him it was a sign for him to head off and face the music on his own. But as he continued to walk towards the end of the hallway into the dreaded âEXITâ sign, something instantly had him pause himself in his tracks. He didnât even realize how sudden it was until someone from behind him pushed him forward a second later. The person whoever it was that ran into him quickly apologizing, but Reggie didnât even bother turning around to see to give them a quick talk like he usually would if he was actually listening at the time. His body just stood there as if someone suddenly surprised him without warning yet what he heard next were definitely words more surprising that his ears would not get away from.
âI think that dress would definitely suit more of your taste Jughead. Iâd most likely be more comfortable wearing that one that sheâs wearing.â  Was thatâŚAndrews?  Reggie thought to himself, not even having to turn to the door he stood in front of to know whose voice that was. Archie Andrews. Teammate with a bad sense of hair color. He thought to himself what exactly was he talking about, but it was Andrews he probably was talking about something dumb. Though however dumb he thought it was, it didnât keep Reggie from listening onto more of it. His ears more glued to the conversation that seemed to catch his attention, maybe even a little more than the girls that were checking him out across the hallway at that exact moment that he, himself, didnât even notice.
âWeâll as for you, I think that dress would look great on you, show off those shoulders you always get insecure about.â Â It was the Lodge chick. Veronica. Her reply sounding more of a honest statement than a concerned voice of comfort.
âIâm not insecure about them. Iâm just a bit uncomfortable showing them⌠in front..of ..people.â  Archie replied, turning his head around the opposite way, unwilling to admit what she said was utter truth. Reggie couldnât take just hearing voices alone on whatever this interesting yet weirdly introduced conversation that he was overhearing was going, but curiosity got the best of him as he decided to see the rest of the losers he thought would be with him and Veronica. Turning his head in the direction of the voices he unintentionally heard, he faces the door window of what he saw was the âLame Peanuts Gangâ , a name he proudly came up with himself without their knowledge. Sitting on the couches that were surrounded by a table that was wiped with bowls of candy and snacks, the core four group of Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper sat around each other with smiles and enjoyment on their faces without a worry on their mind.
âOkay Arch. Keep telling yourself that. It wonât change what I saw that one time in your bedroom that night.â Â The one and only Betty Cooper with her signature blonde ponytail declares, pointing at Archie with an amusing smirk on her face. Archieâs eyes went wide with surprise, face flushed almost coinciding with the color of his hair. Â
âThat was one time, Betty! And we were kids, you really gonna bring that up? Again?â
Archie exclaims back at her. Bettyâs grin grew wider with amusement. Jughead gave a  hidden smirk, unlike his eyes that were glued to the laptop that was laid out comfortably in front of him on his lap where he sat next to them, legs criss-crossed underneath in concentration.
âYou know Iâm just kidding, Archie. You get embarrassed too easily.â Â Betty replies back as she takes a piece of redvine from the bowl on the table in front of her, her smile unwavering as she chewed a piece off from her lips.
âMaybe you are like her then. You donât even have to wear a corset, all natural.â Â Jughead spoke, who was continuously typing away on his laptop, but then swiftly spins his laptop around in front of him to their direction, their eyes pulling themselves close to the screen to what they saw. The moment they did, their eyes blinked with bewilderment as if they saw something they never thought they would see. After a few blinks of processed realization, laughter incased the whole room.
As the laughter continued, which seemed to be seeping outside through the doors where Reggie stood, he couldnât help wondering what they could be looking at and with so much noise coming out of their mouths than usual.
He couldnât help but be peeved by their laughter. Greatly.
âI think that would look perfect! A royal fish-out-of-water attire. Jughead should be your wardrobe consultant from now on.â Veronica adds, laughter still spilling from her lips, trying to hold it in the best she could.
Reggie wasnât sure what he was hearing or even what he just heard was actually correct. Or they were just being complete losers like they usually were in his book. Though before he busted a word of his inappropriate thoughts, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Startled by the sudden touch, he turned his head around to the first thing he seesâŚpink.
Hey you guys this is my first Riverdale fic that Iâve done, just trying to get back into writing so hope you guys enjoy! This story will be in parts since i kinda wonât so much of it lol. But keep ya posted once I do!! Thanks for reading! Part 2 RIGHT HERE. â
