IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ fingers and thumbs

( FINGERS AND THUMBS, BABY ) 
by buckys-fossils

Morning, pup. Picking you up.

You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie's text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.

After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and ... a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.

"Uh, mom. What's this?"

"Your lunch." she muttered simply as if she wasn't murdering her daughter's social life.

"I'm a senior."

"I'm your mom. And you know, I don't want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food." she said handing out the bag to you. "And i'm still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.

"But mooom" You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.

"(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch." Clerly, it didn't work.

"But–"

Another two successive honks.

"Fine! Fine!" you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.

"Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!" your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.

"Hey Reg." You greeted as you went inside Reggie's car. "Do me a favor and eat this."

"Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?"

"I will murder your sorry–"

"Okay, I get it." Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. "Good morning to me." Reggie moaned in delight. "Thank you mama (Y/L/N)."

"Just drive, you moron." you chuckled.

Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie's phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.

"(Y/N/N), can you read that for me."

"That's probably from Geraldine." you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.

"Please?"

"I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It's too early for that shit."

Reggie barked out a laugh. "Well, it's either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive."

Anybody who wasn't Reggie would've been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.

"I created a monster." you sighed.

"Shut up you know you love me."

"And so does Sandra," you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. "Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom."