game of greendale

celerylapel  asked:

For the character headcanon: Troy Barnes

1: sexuality headcanon: Boy is bi as hell

2: otp: Troy x Britta

3: brotp: TROY AND ABED IN THE MOOOOOOOOORNING

4: notp: Troy and Annie romantically is just not good, and I’m glad they never went down that path

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He sings Somewhere Out There on his boat whenever he misses Abed

6: one way in which I relate to this character: Has a tumblr completely dedicated to one thing. Also, he’s a little immature.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: When he’s crawling out of the psychology experiment

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? He’s the textbook definition of a cinnamon roll

The Hardest Goodbye

Request: ‘You should write a reggie x reader where they’re dating and Reggie has to leave riverdale for good because of school or something and its really sad, like a homage to Ross Butler. Make me cry’ 

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Warnings: none, this is the fluffiest shit I’ve ever written

Word count: 3316

A/N: I really tried with this one, I knew I needed to write this as soon as I got the request. P.S Ross Butler will always be the best Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by meu-papel-de-carta

(also before y’all come for me I know this gif’s from 13 rw, but I thought it was cute ok)




I awoke this morning feeling as grey as the cloud covered sky outside my window. The day had finally arrived, the day I’d been dreading for weeks. It was the day Reggie Mantle would be moving away from Riverdale, for good. 

It was exactly 1 month and 3 days ago when he told me he’d been offered a place at a prestigious football based school. I was over the moon for him, I remember feeling so proud. My boyfriend was going to be a famous athlete.

 That was until he told me that this school happened to be halfway across the country. Then the pride was replaced with a feeling of nausea, and it had stuck with me every day since.

I tried my best to be supportive and not let him know that with every passing day my heart broke a little more, I became an expert at putting up a front. I did this because I could tell how much he really wanted to go by the way his eyes would light up each and every time he spoke about it. Sometimes I’d slip up with my facade and he’d always be able to tell. “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll skype every day and I’ll come visit you. I promise”. He would say over and over again. I’d always just nod and smile and pretend that this would be enough.

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