#reggie: musings

[virtueofsanityx]

for @catastrophicxfailure continued from here!

things are going well for reggie, and he isn't sure how to handle it. sam is coming around pretty much every day, his brothers at the station are always giving him friendly shit about it, abuela's already started hounding him about meeting this mysterious new boyfriend, though reggie hasn't actually talked with the other man about that, in case boyfriend is a little too much too soon. but all in all, he's having the absolute time of his life, and everything seems normal that morning when sam brings coffee, same as every day, but as the man moves in closer, he feels his heart quicken, and then his face flushes at the request and he can only nod. "yeah, i can do that."

and then, it's a waiting game. five minutes feels like hours, seconds ticking by agonizingly slowly, until he's slipping off from his friends and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. "you know, if you wanna kiss me in front of the guys, you totally can. they don't care."

[enhanced-operatives-division]

God yeah trying to figure out how to draw everyone again

[catastrophicxfailure]

closed for ✵ @virtueofsanityx

setting ✵ fire station toy drive.

muses ✵ samir persaud and reggie lopez.

His arms were piled high with more toys than he would ever know what to do with. Packaged dolls and action figures and little baby rattles, all purchased that day in the name of helping out the less fortunate. That was it, of course. It was all for charity — and definitely not for the man who he found standing behind the front desk as he wobbled his way into the station on yet another delivery for their Christmas Toy Drive. His cheeks flushed as they made eye contact from behind the stack of gifts and he would go to his grave blaming it on the transition from the frosted winter winds on the outside to the warmth of the station inside.

“Hi, uh, I’ve got some donations for the drive.”

[kaitlinamberxo]

“I want to be more than just your errand boy. Or pit boss. Or casual hook-up. I want to matter, Ronnie.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 47/100: Reggie Mantle

[muse-gathering]

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Reginald barely looked up from his paperwork, "You've been stealing again." It wasn't a question or an accusation. Reginald stated this as if it were a simple fact. After a beat, he raised his gaze to assess the young man.

"I told you I will not tolerate it. If you want to throw your life away and make yourself utterly useless, I cannot stop you, but do not do it here. If you do, you are free to go. No one is stopping you, but you already know what will happen. Everyone will forget you. No one will even think about you once you've gone, Number Four; I know I won't. I'll just have fewer headaches. Make your choice."

[general-kalani]

"KILL- OH THE HUMANITY!!!"

"We'd never try and kill you Ghale!"

"Blaming us... For your bad trips... Horrendous. Absolutely horrendous."

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From When You Muse, You Lose, Archie's Pal Jughead #92 (1997).

[coreofgold]

@hiddenpxpercuts for Reggie for the mini event

Chengling was recording the performance on his phone. There's a difference between watching a Christmas performance live and in person during the market. "That was awesome!"

[hiracths]

— REGGIE + INSTAGRAM.

Reggie has two accounts on the platform — the profile that he considers to be his personal ( reggiefalvey ) and the joint profile that he shares with his best friend Ralphie ( gobros ). His personal account is mainly comprised of photos of himself along with features from his dog Rocky, and has amassed a significant following thanks to his viral videos on various other platforms. His joint account, on the other hand, is purely biking videos that either he or Ralphie filmed. However, it’s not been utilized in over a year. The last video that he’s featured in that’s been publicly posted is shortly before his accident and he hasn’t touched it since.

[virtueofsanityx]

@reddevilmcnt sent [  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver.  || reggie & dmitri

the air in the room fills with the sharp, painful sound of a crack; skin against skin, bare flesh, raw and red and already stinging quivering under the force of the slap against it, and reggie's only able to tlet out a soft, trembling whimper as his prone form rests across dmitri's lap, exposed and raw and extremely fucking turned on in spite of himself.

in hindsight, he should have seen it coming.

the night had started off so easily, reggie out with some of his fireman brothers, knocking back a few rounds at the bar, laughing and joking while music played in the air around them. the air had, decidedly, shifted dramatically when dmitri had shown up with his own friends, and reggie had gone out of his way not to make eye contact, not to let himself be known, and to move on through the night without incident. things were still awkward between them. best friends, but reggie still had a hard time looking at the man without impure thoughts filtering through his mind every single second.

the shift had only gotten worse when reggie felt the eyes on him. he had offered dmitri a smile, in passing, like they were acquaintences, like reggie didn't know what it felt like to have dmitri firmly seated inside him to the hilt, and had continued chatting with his buddies, a little less bright and boisterous than he'd been before. fingers had clenched into a fist under the table to keep himself calm, though it hadn't actually worked all that well.

and then reggie made his most fatal mistake.

of course, he had no reason to believe that accepting a drink from a stranger, one who was clearly interested in him, was going to lead him here, but it had certainly been the final straw, as he'd been chatting, flirting, and looked up to see his best friend with a look like a raging storm, eyes dark, jaw set, anger scratched into the beautiful features of the man. he could almost feel the chill in the air, the storm rocking his little boat and capsizing him, and all of that was before dmitri had approached, before they had excused themselves, before they had ended up here, in some dingy backroom of the bar, with a hand firmly planted on his throat, a grip not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to make a point, while the other smacked across his bare ass, up to twelve, now, sharp and painful while reggie bit down hard on his lip and tried to hold in any sound that might escape.

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

Reggie's Breakdown

The way things have been going lately has left reggie feeling both useless and hopeless if he was honest, ever since his accident in the haunted house nothing has been the same for him. Between healing from his injuries and still trying to do his job he was exhausted, all he wanted was a drink but he couldn't and he knew he wouldn't but the urges were always there, always creeping around the corner, a little voice in the back of his head telling him one little sip wouldn't hurt.

He wanted to be a good boyfriend to Rusty, helping him with the new baby whenever he could but he's be lying if he said it wasn't hard. The memories of Riley at that age was always in the back of his mind, hell Riley was always in the back of his mind. He never wanted to forget her and with the news of Jessie's pregnancy a whole flood of emotions came that he pushed down so he could be there for her.

Reggie was having probably the worst day in a while between the urges and the thoughts. Of course he was happy for Jessie but the thought of never getting to experience that with Riley weighed heavy on him. There was no wedding for her, no grandkids to spoil from her, no meeting of any boyfriends or partners she might've had, only a hole where her memory lives on.

He knew he shouldn't be there but he found himself at the tree house he'd built for Riley and all her friends, running his hand over the wood inside and chuckling to himself at the memories they brought back. Things barely looked touched, it was as if she was still around. Everything was still there, friendship bracelets still laid on the table that Riley had made, some finished, most unfinished, seemingly wanting to finish them all before she gave them to people.

Reggie could feel tears welling up already but he didn't want to leave, being here felt like Riley was still there and that's what he felt like was needed right now but something caught his attention that made his heart ache more. Two of the bracelets stood out to him. One read Dad and had his favorite colors and the other had Mom that was in Yvette's favorite colors too.

As he picked them up and turned them over in his hand he couldn't hold the tears in any longer and let them flow. She never got a chance to give these to them and his own grief prevented him from even stepping in here for years. He'd almost tore it down in a drunken rage one time but never could bring himself to actually do it, no matter how painful the reminder could be sometimes.

But this time, this time was different, all the emotions came flooding out at once: Anger, Sadness, Happiness, all of it and it was overwhelming so he did the only thing he could think of. He picked up the chair he'd built and threw it against the wall and watched the old, splintered wood break against it. He wanted to do more but instead found himself sliding against the wood and onto the floor.

He wasn't even trying to stop the sobs that left him, all he could do was put his head in his hands and let himself cry. He missed his daughter with every fiber of his being but there was nothing that could or even would bring her back and that would always break his heart more than it already was.

[midnight-mama]

Cont. from here X

"Did you just.....ask me to play with you?" Reggie was even more dumbfounded this time around. John, a grown man older than him, wanted to play tag and run around booping each other. Reggie wasn't one to judge or anything, but this was....out of character. Very much so. He doesn't remember any point where John had done this seriously and without some form of threat. Reggie had stood up then and placed a hand to the blonde's forehead. "Are you fuckin sick? What are you talking about, man?" Did he get sick? No? Maybe? Could he?

@red-white-and-trauma

[funtimeswiththeguys]

Test Muse - Reginald "Reggie" George

Open - GB! Regina George

Reggie just ended things with Aaron Samuels, he's looking for new fresh meat. Your guy can be a cute/hot nerd that Reggie wants to mess around with, take under his wing, to groom as his new toy.

Open to m/m bottom/verse bottom/trans guy/straight guy who gets fucked

Reggie rolled his eyes at his keeper of secrets, not really caring what he was saying while the three of them sat at their usual table in the college cafeteria. He had gotten bored of Aaron, and the dope caught him fucking another guy in the locker room. Not like he cared he got caught. Aaron didn't really have what he was looking for. He ate a piece of celery with some peanut butter while scoping around, his eyes landing on some nerdy looking dude.

He was...actually kind of cute, if he changed his style. He told his friend to shut up and stop talking. "Hey," he called out to the cutie, beckoning him to come closer. "Come over here. Yeah, you." When he approached, he gave him his award winning smirk. "Why don't I know you?"

[muse-gathering]

alright you brats

give this a like if you want your muse to be absolutely read by one of either Pre-S1 or S2 Reggie, please specify which muse if you're a multi

[kinfusion]

is aradia wearing a muse robe for gay reasons or what

[deckandcodaylight]

                                              DECLAN O'CONNELL                             ( .: 21 y.o. ; vers-bottom ; 2 years camper :. ) — intro — pics — answers —

                                               REGGIE ROTH                             ( .: 20 y.o. ; vers-bottom ; 1 year camper :. ) — intro — pics — answers —

( .: i wll be keeping top-lean and bottom-lean muses separate, i think it's nice this way. are you in a dire need of a young dom-top? a short king with a fattie? a hung twunk with some mean spunk? check out @arthursdaylight! :. )