You have a thing for wearing Reggie’s clothes and he had a thing in seeing you in them. You are pretty sure it was
basically identity theft at some point. Something inside him just swells up in
pride when he sees you drowning in his clothes because it was some sort of mark
or evidence that you were his and he was yours. Veronica may have joked once or
twice that you really need to go shopping or else people will already start to
mistake you for your boyfriend but you knew deep down that even if you had a
closet full of designer clothes you would still chose to wear his beat down
grey fluffy sweater every goddamn time.
-Sweaters. Two words: (1) Sweater (2)
paws. Reggie is weak when it comes to
you wearing his sweaters that are three times bigger than you. You just look
adorable in his big fluffy sweaters that you could wear it every day of the week
and hear no complaints from him at all.
-Wearing his iconic letterman jacket.
Let’s be honest here dating a jock would not be complete without you wearing
his letterman jacket but when it comes to Reggie it’s more of a protection, to
be honest. He usually lends you his jacket that he loves oh so much when you
are watching his game from a place where he can’t always keep an eye on you and
other boys that might be getting any ideas. The jacket is sort of a big red
flag to them to let them know that yes,
you are dating the team captain and yes
he will beat the shit out of them if they even breath in your direction. Or also
when you wear something that was too revealing in his eyes. He would never
really tell you directly because he knew how much you hate it when he tries to
control you and what you wear so he decides to be sneaky and just let you
borrow his jacket even though he feels naked without it because he knows you
can never say no to wearing his jacket that was just swimming in his scent.
-Stealing his snapbacks. If not his
jacket, you would always steal his snapback every time you come over because that boy had a lot of them and it would always
give you an excuse to come over and ‘give
PDA. You weren’t
big on PDA but Reggie would find just about any excuse to kiss you or hold you
in any possible way. Ever since you had been dating you sat on his lap more
times than on a chair that you actually start to feel uncomfortable if you are
just sitting next to him, too accustomed in sitting on his lap, with his arms
around your waist while feeling the occasional kisses on your neck. You could
just be talking or reading a book and Reggie would already be poking his head
near your field of vision to ask for a kiss that he always manage to deepen no
matter where you are. (Let’s just say the varsity team’s locker room was not
the best place for a make out session god bless Archie’s poor soul).
-Forehead kisses. Like most people you
were smaller than Reggie’s six footer frame and he just loves it (and teasing you about it). It was always the perfect
position for him to lean down and give your forehead a peck every now and then
that never fails to make you blush.
-Hugs. Reggie is a teddy bear, he will never admit it but he is. When you’re
tired of the world or just don’t want to interact with other people (since
Reggie always manage to bring a crowd around him being Mr. Popular and all) you
would just turn your back on the world and just hug him. He would jokingly wrap
his jacket around you and zip it up, successfully hiding your upper body from
anyone’s view which makes you whine in protest but he knows you secretly loved
it because you just feel so safe in his arms. Any jokes thrown Reggie’s way
were ignored at sight.
Reggie is anxious when it comes to you because he knows how your mind works and
how easily you get distracted so when you’re apart or far from each other he
always had to make sure that you are in his field of vision or with someone he
trusts to eradicate any and every harm that may come in your way.
Supporting him in his
games. You don’t miss any of Reggie’s games because you know how much it
means to him to have you there. You had the same spot in front that Reggie
always manages to reserve because that was where he could easily see you and
give him the adrenaline to actually get
through with the games. And from there he can also hear your cheers and screams
every time he does something amazing or even just him doing anything at all. (“HOLY
SHIT THAT’S MY BABY!” “Shut the fuck up, (Y/N).” “LOOK KEV DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT’S THE MVP RIGHT THERE! “ ”… he
literally just ran past you.”)
were both the jealous type, you were just better at hiding it through glares
and sitting at his lap and pouting at him until he kisses you in front of the
said threat (you weren’t fooling anybody though). Reggie however would simply
just stand behind you or grab you by the waist and glare at the threat or even
kiss you in the middle of a conversation just to prove his point and teach the
other person to learn his damn place
because Reggie did not spend the
whole sophomore year chasing after you just to have some loser try to steal you
goddamnit (it was just a freshman
asking for directions).
-Making out everywhere. And you meant
that literally. (“I don’t wanna sit
anywhere where you and Mantle had some action, (Y/N).” “Feel free to go out, V.”)
-Rough Sex. You and Reggie are big on
making love but would you be lying if you say you don’t LIVE FOR THE ROUGH SEX.
It usually happens when something pissed Reggie off or when one of you gets
jealous (which is most of the time) but Reggie would always have you just where
he want you to be every time: gripping the sheets and screaming his name.
-Marks everywhere. You name it: hickeys,
scratches, or bruises and you both have it. Reggie have no shame whatsoever in
removing his shirt just to expose the long deep marks all over his back or
purposely wearing v-necks for people to see the cute little hickeys you have showered
all over his neck. You however would do everything in your power to hide the
HUGE hickey on one side of your neck (and more all over your body especially
around your chest) where Reggie discovered was your soft spot and trying not to
wince from the bruise that formed on each side of your hips, forming into a
familiar pair of hands, every time someone accidentally touches or brushes over
it. Reggie would just be a smirking mess all day. (“Damn Reg, did you get mauled or something?” “Uh-huh, my baby’s amazing, wanna see?” “REGGIE!” )
-Overstimulation. Your boyfriend was an
athlete which means his stamina was out of this world and there would be
nothing wrong with it if he just didn’t expect you, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, to have the same inhuman abilities as him. He
could go for hours, making sure to make you cum at least twice every time you two
have sex (even if you were in a hurry because you’re in the JANITOR’S CLOSET
JESUS FUCK REGGIE). You would be begging him to stop but he knows you and your
limitations so he can always estimate if you can or cannot give him another
orgasm. It has become a game for Reggie, to see how much he can push you to the
edge over and over again until you pass out from exhaustion.
-Eating out. Reggie is obsessed in eating
you out. You don’t know why but he would find any excuse to get in your pants
and just eat you out and goddamn was
he good at his job. Anytime, any day he would just give you that look and drag
you in the nearest empty room as soon as possible (classroom, janitor’s closet,
the kitchen, the living room while you were watching tv, anywhere) and just do his work with his mouth in your core, always putting
two fingers in your mouth to keep you from screaming because God knows he gets
in the mood in the most inappropriate places possible.
-Aftercare. As much as Reggie loved
fucking you he loved aftercare more. Before you, he never really cared much
about aftercare but you are just so fucking pliant and soft after you have sex
that he can’t help but want to take care of you and make sure you are in
maximum comfort for you to have a good night’s rest, you probably earned it at
aforementioned, Reggie was a teddy bear. That’s why it was no question when you
would just find yourself wrapped around each other as you lay in bed. You could
either be on top of him, head comfortable on his chest and his arms on your
waist or he could be burying his face deep in your chest (“you’re boobs are comfortable, babe”) as he snored away his
problems and slept peacefully knowing he, too, was always safe in your arms.
doesn’t notice it but he was always staring
at you. Archie could be talking to him about the new play for the game only to
look up and realize Reggie probably hasn’t heard a damn thing because he was
too busy staring at you from the bleachers, laughing with Veronica and wearing
his jacket. (“Goodamnit Reggie, WAKE UP!!
You’re girlfriend won’t run away if you stop looking at her.” “…” “You’re not even—y’know what. I give up.”). You however would just
glance at him from time to time (*all the time bcos let’s be honest here you’re
boyfriend is a snack) to check up on
him before minding your own business for the next eight seconds.
Being afraid of your
-For you, Reggie was a risk that much was
true. You were the first girl he genuinely liked (loved) so all you heard
about him were horrible rumours and stereotypes about how much of an asshole he
can be. That was the reason why it took you so long to even consider to give
him a chance and even when you were already in a relationship you were always
just waiting for the day that he would suddenly get tired of you and replace
you with some drop dead gorgeous, perfectly manicured, not a hair out of place
River Vixen that could relate to him more than you could ever dream of.
-For him, you were it. You were the one;
he has found the one person who has accepted him for everything that he is. He
found the one who he can never see a future without and that scares the shit
out of him. He can’t believe he found something as perfect, fragile, and
beautiful as you so early in his life when he is still a teenage hormonal mess.
He was a teenager who found the love of his life in a hell called high school
and he was going to need to fuck up a lot of times to become better. He,
however, doesn’t want to fuck up when it comes to you but now he has no other
choice because you were already there. He is so afraid of doing something so
fucking stupid that he might actually lose you because losing you would just kill him. And the fact that someone
already has a hold on him like that makes Reggie want to cower back into his
Deciding to dive head
-Reggie proved you wrong every time,
again and again that’s why you decided to stop being a wimp and just trust in
him, after all he had done nothing to gain your disbelief. It was a leap of
faith but if you do crash on the ground, bleeding and broken it would’ve been
worth it anyway because if you had to choose someone to break your heart, it
would be Reggie. (Reggie would never let that happen, anyway. Not on his watch)
-You proved Reggie right every time again and again and that’s why Reggie decided to become a better man for himself so
that he will be someone worthy of you. It would be a tough road to take and he
will meet a lot of obstacles but you were someone who has made Reggie’s walls
crash and crumble, the only one who has seen the real him and did not run away.
You saw him for who he is: his mistakes, his imperfections, and his weaknesses
and you still stayed (God only knows why). And if you could love a mess like that, then how bad can he be?
You didn’t realize it but the whole world did, you were endgame.
Reggie was reckless, rough, and bold
and you were careful, fragile, and
calculated and that’s why you were just so fucking perfect for each other.
You hold Reggie down to Earth while Reggie shows you the beauty in flying up in
the sky. You take care of him and fix him up every time he goes crashing down
and he makes sure that no harm would ever touch a single strand of your hair. He
makes you feel protected but at the same time makes you feel strong and for
Reggie who always had to have his guard and facade up you just show him the
beauty in being soft and loved and open, slowly breaking down his mask to show
him that you can love and accept the real him. You were each other’s happy ending and that’s why no one, not even
the gods themselves, had the heart to break you two apart.
Guess who got fucking bored? Anyway i’m sorry if it is quite long for a headcannon I always forget to control myself lmao I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AND LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD WRITE A SMALL IMAGINE FOCUSING ON ANY OF THESE HEADCANNONS