Short, Sassy, Sarcastic - Requested (Reggie x Reader)
request: yes - Hey can you do a reggie image where he’s into this short sassy girl but she likes to keep a wall up so when reggie talks to her she thinks it’s a prank?? Sorry if it’s too much!! Btw love your writing! 💖💖 pairings: reggie x reader warnings: none a/n: feel free to send in any requests ! word count: 1,011
Sunday afternoon: breezy, cool, calm. The ideal finish to another weekend in the school term. You quietly hummed along to the tune of your favourite song as your eyes trailed along the page of the book. It was quiet in Pop’s. Your back leaned against the wall of the booth with your legs stretched across the seat slightly dangled off. Opposite you was Jughead fixated on his laptop, furiously typing up the novel he was working on. The both of you sat in comfortable silence both heavily engrossed in your task.
The chime of the bells echoed throughout the restaurant as a group of Riverdale’s star football players entered; rowdier than ever. You rolled your eyes, of course they were sporting their letterman jacket; you were starting to think they had one for everyday of the week.
“Ah if it isn’t Wednesday Addams, still writing your manifesto?” Reggie smirked as he leant over the booth. Before Jughead could throw one of his sarcastic comments you fired one at Reggie.
“At least he can spell Reginald. If I remember correctly, you could barely pass a 5th grade spelling test,” you said lazily, your eyes still focused on the book.
“You’re lucky you’re cute (Y/L/N), otherwise I would’ve tackled your 5ft2 ass,” Reggie grumbled as he walked off with the rest of his group. Jughead rolled his eyes.
“I could’ve handled that you know,” Jughead said.
“I know you could’ve, but your ass would’ve been roadkill in two minutes,” you smiled as you packed up your belonging. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jug.”
Your Monday morning wasn’t off to a perfect start to say the least. First your alarm didn’t go off because you were stupid enough to forget to charge your phone, which led you to skip breakfast just so you could get to school on time and now your locker decided to be a pain and not open up.
“Stupid piece of crap,” you grumbled as you banged your first onto the locker door.
“No wonder your locker won’t open, it isn’t being treated with love,” a voice spoke behind you. You mentally groaned, an encounter with Reggie Mantle would be the cherry on top to your morning.
“What do you want Reginald?” you scoffed, turning around to face him.
“Not the reaction I usually get from the ladies,” he smirked down at you.
“Yeah I bet, usually I see the look of wanting to vomit on their faces when they see you,” you shot, turning back to crack open your locker.
“Here let me help you with that,” he offered, moving forward.
“Yeah okay, good luck with getting that piece of crap to open. It’s literally jamm-”. You were cut off by the sound of your locker door swinging open as Reggie stood proudly next to it.
“Thank you,” you mumbled quietly not wanting to give him the satisfaction of you being grateful.
“I didn’t hear youuu,” he teased. You cleared your throat.
“I said thank you,” you said a little clearer.
“That’s better. And you can thank me at 7:30 for a date tonight,” Reggie said, casually leaning against the locker neighbouring yours. You dropped your books at the word date.
“Sorry, excuse me but I didn’t hear you correctly and I’m gonna give you one more chance to repeat yourself,”. Reggie leaned in closer to your level.
“Me. You. 7:30. Tonight.” Reggie said with a pause in between each word. You both looked at each other, holding the gaze. You soon bursted out laughing.
“Oh you’re a funny dude Mantle. Oh you sure do crack me up,” you laughed and sighed as you picked up your Physics text book. You looked back up to a solemn faced Reggie.
“You’re joking right? Like this is a dare from one of your pals right?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m serious, I wanna hang out tonight and get to know you,” Reggie said with a hopeful look. You sighed and shook your head as you shut your locker door.
“That’s a hard no from me Reg,” you said as you walked towards the library. Reggie followed chase and paced behind you as your little legs attempted to fast walk.
“Why not though? Why won’t you go out with me tonight?” Reggie asked in an almost demanding tone.
“I said no Reggie, go find some other girl to ask out. i’m sure our school is full of girls dying to go out with you. Heck I bet Kevin would like to go out with you,” you replied, not looking back at him. Reggie ran forward and blocked your path.
“Are you serious? I have classes to catch up on. I don’t have time for this,” you sighed as you attempted to walk around him but his movements were too quick for you.
“Why don’t you want to go out with me?” Reggie asked, his eyes furrowed in confusion.
“Because I don’t okay! I’ve heard what your and your friends have done to girls Reggie. A playbook? That’s just disgusting,” you scoffed.
“Look, I know the whole playbook thing was shameful but I swear I only had on entry in there until I realised how degrading it was,” Reggie said, trying to reason with you. You crossed your arms and frowned.
“You’re not gonna stop until I agree to a date with you aren’t you?” you asked. Reggie shook his head with a sheepish grin. You rolled your eyes and caved.
“Alright, fine. I’m agreeing to one date and one date only. And if by the end of that date I decide that I don’t wanna keep seeing you, you leave me and Jughead alone. Deal?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Deal,” Reggie grinned. “I’ll pick you up at seven,”. With that he sprinted off with a shout of a “YES” echoing through the hallway. You shook your head as your mouth formed into a small smile, giving a small laugh at his excitement.
Little did you know that by the end of tonight, Reggie Mantle would be the one to finally hold near and dear to your heart.
i cannot wait for cool breezy autumn mornings, the crunch of leaves under your boots, the warm cozy sweaters, sitting by the fire snuggled under a blanket while sipping hot chocolate, going to pumpkin patches and excitedly waiting for halloween to come🎃🍂🍁🌻
Greetings! Here’s a recipe I promised not so long ago. Great for treating any kind of headache, it’s drug-free and can be used alongside any other medications if need be, though I find that it’s good enough to treat a minor to middling headache all by itself.
•Runny honey, a jar that has about a third missing is perfect.
•Two handfuls of fresh mint leaves (if you don’t grow it, try and buy the freshest you can. Dry will only do so much, unfortunately…)
•A pinch of citrus rind (lemon and lime is my preference but feel free to change it up for correspondences)
Get your mint and grind it into a paste. You want it to be as unrecognisable from a leaf as you can make it. I do this in a pestle and mortar, grinding in right handed circles and muttering ☆General Witchy Things☆.
Add the fruit rind and grind it in too.
Then, pour a small amount of the honey into the paste, stirring to incorporate the two ingredients together.
Keep doing this, adding a little honey each time the mixture is cohesive.
When you’ve got too much mix to incorporate as the last instructions, add back into the jar you’re keeping it in. Stir thoroughly to assure all mint paste and honey are bound together. Bind the jar of you wish; I tend to simply picture a cool breezy day and my hair streaming in the cool wind, all headache free!
This should keep… indefinitely, depending on how much paste is exposed. If it’s all mixed properly, honey will last a long time.
You finished buttoning the front of your dress; Tyler’s
favorite. You adjusted the waistband, a sharp knock on your door startled you.
Grabbing your jacket off the bed, you headed to the door. You pulled it open,
revealing Tyler who flashed you a quick smile, the grin dropping from his lips
before crossing the threshold.
“Hey, where’s Charlie?” you asked, leaning up to press a
quick kiss to Tyler’s lips. “I thought he was coming with us?”
“Uh, no. He’s with Jamie tonight.” Tyler said, jamming his
hands in his pockets. “I uh, I needed to talk to you.” he said distractedly,
his eyes fixed on something outside your apartment window; avoiding your gaze.
“Yeah, sure.” you answered, tossing your jacket on the
counter, walking to take a seat on the sofa. Tyler walked to the couch, slowly taking
a seat beside you, careful to sit far enough away from you so the two of you
weren’t touching at all. “You look so nervous, Ty.” you commented, reaching out
to rest your hand on his knee, he repositioned himself, avoiding your touch.
You pulled your hand back, worried. “What’s going on?” you asked.
He shook his head, looking down at his hands. “(Y/N), I
came here to tell you that I can’t do this anymore.” he breathed, finally
turning to face you, tears brimming in his eyes.
Ha. Hahahaha. HA. So I guess I kinda nailed it with naming Damian’s daemon “Alexandra” of all things after all?? Since Dami’s mom apparently had “Alexander” in mind while naming him??
Not to mention Alexander the Great was a famous conquerer, something implied in Damian’s own name (”to tame/conquer”) and likely what his mother/grandfather wanted for him. But Alexandra can be turned right around to mean “protector of man” or “one who comes to save warriors”, symbolizing the vigilante lifestyle he eventually chooses (after learning from his father and brother/family in general).
I’m just stupidly proud this came up in the canon comics haha I really did not see this before naming her.
Context: Adrien as a kid meets ancient Chinese Ladybug. It’s just an idea I can’t get out of my head, lol.
When Adrien arrived in China with his father, he didn’t expect it to be a big deal. His father was always searching for inspiration from different countries - just last year, they had visited Ireland.
Beijing was cool and breezy, and although the smog was a little strong, it was a beautiful city, with bright lights and cool statues. Adrien was glad he could understand bits and pieces of the rapid-fire Mandarin the locals spoke - despite learning it for two years, it was difficult to grasp.
His father glanced back at him. “Adrien, could you stay here for a while? I need to go inside the pottery shop, but the pottery pieces are very fragile and I do not want you to break anything.”
Adrien blinked in confused disappointment but lingered at the door of the shop. He wished he’d chosen to stay with his mother at the hotel instead of whining to go outside.
He sat on the sidewalk and looked around. There were many red candles on the roads and food piled up randomly nearby. He didn’t understand why. Wouldn’t it attract rats?
There was a soft sound of footsteps. Adrien glanced up to see a Chinese woman in red robes like a martial artist, her blue hair in a neat bun. She wore a spotted mask. Adrien wondered if she was a cosplaying supehero. How cool was that?
The woman sat next to him. “Hello,” she said in perfect French. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
“No, you’re cool,” he said happily. “Are you a superhero? What’s your name? I’m Adrien!”
She smiled at him. “My name is Xing Wu. Is China a nice place for you?”
He nodded. “It’s very měi lì,” he pronounced carefully, the Mandarin words for ‘pretty’. “Like you!”
Xing Wu looked pleasantly surprised. “That’s sweet of you, Adrien. Do you know why we put the joss sticks and food on the roads?”
He shook his head. “What are joss sticks?”
“They’re the ones that look like candles,” she explained patiently. “It’s part of the Hungry Ghost Festival.”
Adrien shivered. “Ghosts? Aren’t they scary?”
“They won’t bother you if you treat them nicely. That’s why we put food and joss sticks, to fulfil their hunger.”
That was when he noticed the translucency of the Chinese woman, her outline faint and glowing. “You…you’re a ghost?”
Xing Wu shrugged. “Yes, I am. But not like the others. Someday, Adrien, you will experience a great loss. But with that loss, comes a calling. And you must stand by her.”
“Who is she?” Adrien asked. He definitely should’ve been more scared of a ghost than he was, but this one seemed so nice that he felt perfectly safe.
“You’ll know. I am her ancestor.”
“It means I’m her family from a long time ago.”
“Adrien, who are you talking to?” His father asked, standing next to him. “Get up, we’re going back to the hotel.”
The ghost bowed to him. “We will meet again when you see her. Á plus tard, Adrien.”
“I…I’m super clumsy. Sorry.”
Chat Noir stared at her curiously. The blue hair, her eyes, the spotted mask….
“And you must stand by her.”
He smiled a little. “Don’t sweat it, clumsy girl. I’m new at this too.”
In the distance, there was a loud crash, possibly Stoneheart wrecking the city.
“H-hey!” The girl said nervously. “Where are you going?”
Chat Noir grinned at her. “To save Paris, of course. Are you coming?”
Fun fact: I named Ladybug Xing Wu, which in Mandarin Chinese would be 幸武, the words meaning “lucky” and “of war” respectively. (Totally not taking the liberty of me flaunting my being Chinese.) The Hungry Ghost Festival is a legit thing too, but since I don’t live in China, it may be inaccurate and I apologise in advance. I’m also not Buddhist or Taoist, so, double inaccuracy. Anyhow, leave me feedback if you want to say anything! Thanks!
The theme of this month was “First Times,” or in Ruki’s words, “Virgin.”
Reita: *is already laughing* Okay I want to read something now, can I?
Ruki: Ah, yes.
Reita: A scary story.
Reita: …Can I?
Ruki: Yeah, I mean, it’s summer right? Go ahead.
(*In Japan ppl say horror is good to read/watch in the summer bc it “gives u chills” and cools u down…i know)
Reita: Ok here I go
(sinister music starts playing)
Reita: “My ‘First Time’ story is getting a summer cut.”
(both start giggling)
Reita: (laughing) “Recently…my friends were like (laughing) …you don’t trim…!?” (laughing) – Ok hold on a sec (laughing)
Ruki: This is a scary story??
Reita: Nah (still laughing smh) My plan was to read it super seriously and you’d be like “This isn’t a scary story!!” (laughing) Sorry, it didn’t work. It’s not a scary story.
Ruki: Oh, it’s not!
Reita: (laughing) “My ‘First Time’ story is getting a summer cut. Recently I was talking with my friends about it, and they were like, ‘what, you don’t trim it!?’ and they were really surprised. Some people do V, I, Y, O, or permanent hair removal, but I’m all natural. ‘Nature.’” (*he says the word ‘Nature’ in English)
Ruki: Ahh HEHEHEHE
Reita: “But recently I learned that even out of natural girls, there are some who trim it and some who don’t do anything.” …Wait, how can you call it natural if you trim it? “My friends recommended I try it because it feels fresh/clean, so I did it myself and it feels really nice, it’s cool and breezy. I want more people to know about this, and I’ve been recommending it to all my natural friends. Which do you guys like – permanent removal, trim, or natural? This isn’t meant to be a dirty question btw.”
So I have never ever done this before cause I'm kind of shy, but I absolutely love your art. And I love MHA so when I saw you would like some MHA asks I decided to give it a try. So maybe Kaminari E3? I hope you have an awesome week! And good luck with your work!
Awww don’t be shy anon, I won’t bite! Here you go!
You asked so nicely, sorry it’s a bit messy ^^;;; I’m settling back into digital drawing after having to keep from doing it…more than a week? Thank you for the sweet words! My week is better now that I’m free from school =v= I hope you have a lovely week as well!