Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.
I miss you.
received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet
flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally
filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.
not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra
preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit
Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that
tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your
perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and
loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you
refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.
took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in
clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved
for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response
for the text message.
wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided
against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled
you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly,
bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh
indentions against your palm.
moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately
set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from
the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable
fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of
trying to forget all about him.
had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.
were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful
and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving
gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew
up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the
heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.
was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was
a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his
parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a
hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie
and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.
and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably
drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.
was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had
hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk
on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he
kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms
entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used
the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.
never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in
your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.
thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent
dependency that held itself with tension.
loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the
balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.
you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to
question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down
the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried
to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly
noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch
to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my
supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”
fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.
a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There
are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after
your life post-Reggie Man—“
Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”
words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria
went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed
you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His
smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your
way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched
on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation
with Chuck Clayton.
couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing
your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your
quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.
thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled
as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves
would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs,
and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of
white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.
was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch
the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go
but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again
with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.
couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding
towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed
back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your
heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every
morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went
to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.
it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole
folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”
young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made
you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating
that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”
the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re
much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”
my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on
your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended
with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’
back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.
the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you
with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of
unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.
was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the
boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes
immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.
Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a
face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his
comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering
fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”
off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner
beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible,
though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend
stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.
other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in
impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”
it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a
circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him
before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.
showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several
scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire
beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.
the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before
Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other
boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where
Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the
other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football
team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything
on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let
out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous
slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the
cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves
as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle
estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and
Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.
is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look
on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you
couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but
trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him
was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing
to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’
tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that
could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“
I fought him, she had nothing to do
with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and
scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his
father—and you had realized that this
could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown
up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you
knew that it was your call to turn things around.
you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up
with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw
me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You
looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.
led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the
sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s
not here, of course.
that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to
his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion,
as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person
who’d heard of what happened.
memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and
your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the
ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even
be caring for anymore.
sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say.
The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“
The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget
silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the
boy you really, just really, really
loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his
façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say
in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated
you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag,
that serpent, just to forget about
you. So, fuck you.”
response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His
fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of
void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t
been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you
from the start if it was going to lead this way.”
me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.
I’ve always been protecting you. I love
you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end
up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at
him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad
caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you
because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“
time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you,
stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You
couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because
I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”
stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning
a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”
could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling
and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.
was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he
would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.
He loved you more than he loved
omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :)
nonnie requested: hi. Can you please do a Kj Apa x reader?!
A/N: I’m aware I have been a bit slow lately, writer’s block
is starting to come to me and I will try my best to overcome that. Thank you
for waiting patiently as I will try to find ways to make sure that doesn’t
happen. This is my first KJ Apa drabble and I hope I do a good job for you guys
who want it. This will have other parts as I don’t want to rush reader and KJ’s
relationship in this drabble. C/N is your character name as I wasn’t sure which
Archie Comics character you should be but you can decide or make one up! MG/N
is Mean Girl’s Name as well who is key in this as well. And as always requests
are open unless stated otherwise by me!
» Relationship(s): KJ Apa/Reader (friendship; eventually
established), Various Cast Members & Reader (friendship), MG/N & Reader
You finally did it, okay you weren’t a huge name in Hollywood
or starred in many movies or TV series but that was going to change. You had
loved acting since you were a child after starring in the play in first grade,
since then you have done small plays and musicals however you never got noticed
by a talent scout until about a year ago. You were making your name around and
got excited from the call from your manager about Riverdale since you were a
fan of the Archie Comics when you were younger. You had gotten the part that
were aiming for – C/N which was probably your favorite character that wasn’t part
of the core four, of course. “So you better start packing your bags Y/N, you’re
going to Vancouver to start shooting on Monday!”
Your manager’s voice rang in
your ear as you tried to not squeak and gave her a quick thank you before
It was Friday now but you should get there before Monday and
seem professional after all it is more serious when it’s show business, you
could easily get replaced by someone else. You took a breath as you zipped open
your F/C suitcase and began packing your things, it felt very surreal that you
were going to be starring with some amazing people. You were glad you didn’t
have to worry about passports as you’ve been to Canada before but in Ottawa,
not Vancouver before. Picking out your outfit before tomorrow seemed like a
better idea so you weren’t scrambling around to wear something. Sighing as your
manager emailed your ticket to the west coast city tomorrow at noon as you
tried to sleep that night and jumped from the sudden annoying sound of your
alarm in the morning.
After showering to getting dressed to getting your bags, you
were finally dropped off at the airport as you took a breath. Telling your mom
that you had gotten to the airport just find and you’ll call again when you
land. You were excited as you looked around to find your boarding pass on your
phone to check in before going through security. Taking a breath as you carried
your messenger bag that was your carry on that had some various buttons on it
from your favorite bands to well almost everything you loved.
brought to you by my friend sammie whom helped me with this drabble . 」
You took out your bags of the taxi and paid the driver
before walking over to security to check in where an officer stopped you when
you went to the restricted area. “Your name miss?” He asks as you told him as
he goes through a list that you were assuming was for people who could come in.
“Welcome miss Y/N L/N, sorry for the hold up. I have to make sure there aren’t
any fans trying to get on set.” He says as he let you through.
You took a
breath with relief as you didn’t look up as you bumped into someone and dropped
a suitcase from the thud.
“Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t look where I was. .going.” You
say as your speech slowed down to see that it was KJ you bumped into. You recognize
him from A Dog’s Purpose and the first three episodes of Riverdale.
As he just gave you a smile and shook his head, “It’s okay.
I didn’t look where I was going either. You must be Y/N? I’ve heard that were
getting a new cast member today.” KJ spoke in accent as you remembered that he
was from New Zealand before you both reached to grab your fallen suitcase.
“Yes, that be ol’ me, Y/N. Y/N L/N. And I know who you are,
oh I hope that didn’t sound creepy.” You squeaked out as you jolt your hand
away from when you felt the brown haired male’s hand as he chuckled at you.
“Your doing just fine Y/N. Trust me. But it’s nice to meet
you Y/N, I hope you enjoy it here. The cast is nice. Oh here’s your suitcase,
do you want help? Your hands seem already full and I’m sure we’ll bump into Lili
or Camille who knows where your trailer is.” He pointed your hands that was
full of things you were carrying.
“Thank you KJ, and please I’d really appreciate it.” You
smile as you both walked more to the set to look around as you talked about yourself
and your home state. “Oh I should call my mom, I told her I’d call her after I
landed.” You said as there was someone already watching you with a frown on her
lips, her name was MG/N but you two haven’t crossed paths yet and already she
hated you but what for?
Ok, sorry for that dramatic heading, but i really want anybody reading this to know that you’re welcome to message whosoever you want on here (except if you have malicious intentions…then please step back). The thing is it’s hard to be social in real life, but on tumblr? People aren’t gonna judge you love. If they do, it’s their loss that they are missing out on somebody as amazing as you. Yeah chances are that you may not get along too well with someone, that someone may not reply *immediately*. But there are also chances that you might be talking to your future best friend, even though you have completely different tastes.
Now, I’m not saying to give out comprising details, but you can get to know people subjectively…with/without the identity facts. Yeah, please don’t endanger your safety darlings…but other than that you’re good to go.
SO BASICALLY IN CONCLUSION: You like that blog? Think the person is really chill and wanna be friends? Message them. If you feel like maybe you’re imposing, send them asks on anon first to check the waters (everybody loves asks and anons and messages too but you know…). But basically yeah, take a leap of faith and talk. Stop hesitating and over thinking about what they’ll think. Chances are that they are just as anxious to start a conversation with you, but they too are just afraid to start.
I’M VVV SORRY FOR THIS VERBAL DIARRHOEA IMMA GO NOW
<b>ARCHIE:</b> Veronica, you’ve got to tell Betty how you feel!<p/><b>VERONICA:</b> No way!<p/><b>ARCHIE:</b> You can’t just give up! Is that what a pearl would do?<p/><b>VERONICA:</b> What?<p/><b>ARCHIE:</b> Dude, I’m just trying to speak your language.<p/></p>