reggie x reader



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^ = smut

Jughead x Reader


Do I really know you?

 Part 1 - Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (Finished)

I’ll Teach You ^

Part 1 -Part 2 -Part 3 (Finished)

We’ll Be Fine (Royalty AU) 

Part 1 - Part 2 (In Progress)

Southside Princess 

Prologue (in Progress)

Veronica x Reader 

Cheryl x Reader

Reggie x Reader

Cheryl x Jughead

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Flower Power


A Reggie x Reader where the reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and lots of fluff please?


A/N: This one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after what her dad did.

Words: 1207

Summary: Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in everyone even Reggie.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.

Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving from the radiant awake city that was New York.

What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.

You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life came to sad end.

Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.

One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him alone with his dog.

“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at the tall figure with luscious black hair.

“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.

“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.

“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.

“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group laughed.

“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his laptop.

“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.

“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted his eyebrow.

“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.

“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.

“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.

“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower on his right ear.

“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after his tail.

“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the daisy in his ear.

“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody knows everybody” you chuckled.

“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small smile.

“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your face and he chuckled.

You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.

Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High. Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you your food.

“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.

“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.

“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.

“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are. I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite because of your mother.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.

The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.

“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a small smile.

“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.

You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who was at his locker with his posse.

“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.

“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.

“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.

“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the flower on the hole of his snapback.

You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.

Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.

A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.

“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.

“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers Reggie had in his hands.

“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the bouquet.

“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.

“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he concluded as you pulled him into a hug.

As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what anyone said.

“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.

“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.

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Jughead Jones

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones x Archie Andrews

Reggie Mantle

Goodnight Texts: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

Hey guys! I dunno, I had this idea but I’m not too happy with how I executed it in this oneshot. More oneshots will be coming soon so sorry if this is bad!

Summary: (Y/N) can’t sleep so decides to text her boyfriend Reggie. This slowly turns into a mini sexting session.

Warnings: NSFW, I guess? Allusions to smut. Cussing.

Originally posted by joeck

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Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

Masterlist // Part Two

It was a normal day at Riverdale High. Reggie was walking down the hallway with his boys at his side like they always do in the morning. Reggie, on the outside, was the definition of a fuckboy. He was the new captain of the football team which inflated his ego even more and when he went partying, he went home with a different girl every time. You didn’t know him personally, but he had that reputation and his friends were the same way.

“Hey, Mantle,” Chuck said approaching Reggie at his locker, and placed his hand on Reggie’s shoulder before continuing, “Where were you last night? You missed a wild night of 7 minutes of heaven at the party last night.”

“Damn, I wish I was there. My mom is making me go to tutoring lessons, or I have to quit the football team.” Reggie scoffed, rolling his eyes as he closed his locker and leaned against it.

Chuck laughed lightly, “You should have skipped it last night. Cheryl’s party would have been ten times better than listening to some nerd go off by algebra.”

“I don’t know about that man; my tutor is pretty hot.” Reggie looked up and bit his lip trying to hold in a smirk.

“Oh, I get it now, Reggie has a thing for smart girls. Who is she?” Chuck inquired while slapping Reggie on the shoulder, laughing.

Reggie said your name and Chuck gave him a look, “Really, I heard she is hard to get with like she has never hooked up with one of the guys before.” Chuck was saying that you hadn’t shown up in their Playbook which was peculiar since most girls at Riverdale High have shown up at least once.

“I don’t know about that dude. You should have seen the way she was on me last night. We didn’t go very far, but I don’t think it would be hard to tap that.” Reggie was straight up lying to Chuck. You had not done anything at all, and you were not all over him like he was letting on. You were so wrapped up in the material you were trying to teach him, that you had just brushed off his flirts. This, of course, hurt Reggie that you had shown little interest in him, so it led him to lie about it to make himself feel better.

“Really, Mantle?” Chuck raised his eyebrow with a look of challenge in his eyes, “Well, I bet you can’t go all the way by the end of the football season.”

“Are really doubting me, Chuck? That hurts my feelings.” Chuck shrugged in response with the same look of mischief in his eyes, “Okay, I’ll take that bet, but when I do, you owe me five hundred dollars.”

“Deal Mantle,” Chuck said in confidence as he looked Reggie in the eyes.

That encounter had been seven days ago and ever since Reggie had been basically attached to your hip; he followed you around school and sat beside you in every class you had together, and you had no idea why he is suddenly being so clingy.

You were the opposite of the girls Reggie would go for. You were the quiet, shy girl who would sit in the front of the class eager to learn. You never went to parties or drank or even wore revealing clothing. You were the definition of a good girl.

However, you weren’t naïve. You knew when Reggie was coming on to you, and it left you flustered to no end, but you never let it show. Whenever he leaned against you to point at something in the textbook, your heart started to beat a million beats per second. Your body was betraying you. You had no wish to get with Reggie, but whenever he put his hand on your knee in class, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

This tutoring session was no different than usual, however, Reggie was coming on to you strong. When you walked into Reggie’s empty house, he led you into his bedroom which was strange because you usually study in the kitchen.

You sat down on Reggie’s bed and started to open your textbook, “I was thinking that we could start with number-“

“Actually, tonight can we start with Chemistry” He inquired with a sly look on his face.

“Oh, I didn’t bring my chem books, but if you have yours then, of course, we could.” You were slightly confused as Reggie’s mom said that he only needed help in math.

Reggie scooted closer to you so your thighs were touching and his face was a couple of inches from yours, “No, I’m not talking about the subject, but the chemistry between you and me.”

The combination of Reggie’s smirk and his words had you completely shocked and your mouth was slightly open with fragments of words coming out.

“C’mon I see the way you look at me when I scoot closer to you. I know you feel something between us.” Reggie was inching his face closer with every word that left his mouth and you weren’t stopping him.

Reggie stopped centimeters from your lips and you felt his ragged breath fan against your face, “Don’t tell me you don’t.” With that, you crashed your lips against his.

His lips were soft and plump against yours, and the kiss was full of urgency. Reggie swiped his tongue over your bottom lip before you opened your mouth and his tongue plunged in, exploring every inch. When Reggie finally pulled away, you were panting, but he seemed unaffected as he still had a smug smirk on his face.

He pushed you down on his bed and climbed on top of you while connecting his lips to your neck. You arched you back into the bed and let out a soft moan as his lips traveled to your sweet spot on the base of your neck.

“Babygirl, I’m going to make you feel so good.” He hummed as he pulled the collar of your classic white t-shirt lower to expose the top of your breasts.

You lifted off the bed slightly to pull your fitted shirt off your body so you were left in a nude lace bra. If you knew this would be happening tonight, you would have put on sexier underwear, but you were glad you decided to wear matching panties even if they weren’t the sexiest pair you owned.

“Damn, you’re so hot.” Reggie hummed against your skin as he dragged his lips down your torso. He tugged on the top of your jeans, signaling you to lift your butt up to help him undress you. You did as he wanted but pouted, “You’re wearing too much clothing.”

Reggie laughed under his breath and pulled his shirt over his head and gave you a look as to say, “Is this better?” You shook your head as you leaned up and started to work on his belt.

“No princess, not yet,” Reggie said with a teasing tone and pushed you down on the bed.

His lips attached to the top of your breasts again and the way he was sucking on them, there would surely be bruises there the next day. You laced your fingers in his hair, pulling slightly and Reggie let out a deep moan in response.

Reggie kept peppering kisses up and down your torso, but as soon as he would go down farther, he would stop and go back up. “Reggie, stop teasing me, I need you.” You whined.

“Use your words, tell me what you want.” Reggie coaxed as he brought his head up to yours to look in your eyes.

“Reggie,” You pleaded but he gave you a serious look, “I want your fingers.”

“Where?” Reggie teased, “Where do you want my fingers?”

You squirmed around and gave him a look of pure need before stating, “In my cunt. I need your fingers in my cunt please, Reggie.”

“Your wish is my command,” Reggie said biting his bottom lip before pulling your panties to the side and plunging one finger into your soaking cunt. You let out a low grunt as he went knuckle deep. When the grunt left your lips, Reggie added another finger, and you moaned his name loudly.

He started to pump his fingers and you felt a small knot form in the pit of your stomach, “Tell me how this feels baby.”

“It feels fucking amazing, don’t stop, please.” You stuttered as you couldn’t think straight with pure pleasure clouding your brain.

Reggie bent his fingers up into your cunt and he hit your sweet spot. Your body jerked up as he assaulted that spot and a mix of cuss words and his name left your mouth.

“Fuck, Reg, I’m close.” You panted and you barely finished your sentence before you felt an emptiness where his warm fingers were. You started to whine as you opened your eyes to see Reggie fully exposed and on top of you.

“I want you to come around my cock tonight, Babygirl,” Reggie said in a dark tone before lining himself up with your entrance.

He looked into your eyes almost to ask if you were ready before slowly pushing his large member into your cunt. Your mouth fell open as he stretched your walls out, and he didn’t start moving for a few seconds to let you adjust to his size.

He started out moving slow and as your moans got louder, it encouraged him to go faster. He started to slam into you and you swore you could see stars. You could tell he was also feeling the same intense pleasure as his eyebrows were scrunched and he had a look of concentration on his face.

“I’m close Reggie, fuck.” You moaned and placed your head into the crook of his neck.

A couple more thrusts later, Reggie was as close as you were as he became more vocal, saying your name and how much you felt good wrapped around him.

“Come for me baby, shit.” He mumbled into your ear and his words sent you over the edge. An intense feeling of pleasure took over and your orgasm pulsed through your whole body.

Not soon after had Reggie also let go into you. He continued to sloppily thrust into you so you both could ride out your orgasms.

Reggie rolled off your body and laid next to you, out of breath, “Fuck, that was amazing.”

You smiled to yourself as you let out a hum in agreement.

The next day, you were glowing. You never had felt so good; you were having a good hair and skin day and woke up in a great mood. The only slightly bad thing was that you had left your textbooks at Reggie’s house because you weren’t focused on your books at all when you left his house at midnight last night.

You decided to find Reggie before class started to see if he had brought your books with him to school. You went straight to the boy’s locker room since that’s where all the football players went before class started.

However, you stopped yourself before walking in when you heard Reggie’s voice.

“Where is my five hundred dollars?” Reggie said to someone you couldn’t see.

“What? No way you hit that this quickly.” It was Chuck Clayton, one of Reggie’s best friends. Why did Chuck owe him that much money, you thought?

“Dude, all I had to do was say some shit like “don’t you feel the connection between us” and she was putty in my hands.” Reggie laughed and you felt your heartbreak, but couldn’t bring yourself to stop listening.

“Damn, Mantle. Was she any good? Should I go for her next?” Chuck said and you felt a tear fall down your cheek.

“She was basically begging me to fuck her, and when I finally did, she was tight as fuck. Honestly, 10/10 would fuck again. She’s still my tutor, so I think actually might.” You heard both boys laugh and footsteps heading toward the door.

At the last second, you ran down the hallway, tears blurring your vision.  You didn’t care if anyone saw you crying, you were so upset with yourself that you had fallen for Reggie’s tricks.

Reggie had put a price tag of a measly five hundred dollars on you and you played into his trap. He was five hundred dollars richer and you were completely blindsided and heartbroken.

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Protected | R.M.

Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.

I miss you.

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.

Well, 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.

You 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.

A 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.

The 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.

Everyone had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.

You 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.

Reggie 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.

You 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.

He 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.

You 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.

The thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent dependency that held itself with tension.

You 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.

“Are 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 table.

“Talk 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.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.

“[y/n], 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—“

“Damn, Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”

Your 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.

You 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.

“I 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.

It 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.

“I 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.

“Watch 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.”

“A 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.”

“—yeah,” 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].”

“If 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.

However, 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.

It 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.

“[y/n]?” 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?”  

“Fuck 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.

The 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.”

And 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.

Reggie 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.

“What 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 in horror.

“—fighting 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.

“This 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 to board—“

“It 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—“

“No, 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.

“No,” 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.

That 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.

“Sorry, 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.

The 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.

“I’m 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 about you.”

His 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.”

The 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.”

“Protected me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.

“Yes! 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—“

This time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you, shocked.

“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.”

Reggie 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.”

You 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.

It 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 himself.

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. :) 

Protect You

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Anon requests: can you do a Reggie imagine where he gets into a fight, and at first your mad until you find out it was because somebody was saying gross things about you? thank you xox

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Description: A beaten and bruised Reggie shows up one night on your doorstep.

Warnings: depiction of injuries

Word count: 778

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

A/N: I’m so excited to share my first reggie imagine with you guys! hope you enjoy! (also remember to message me if you want to be added to the tag list!)

“Jesus, Reggie,” you muttered as you opened your door to find a battered and bruised Reggie.  "What happened?“

"Can I come in?” he begged, avoiding your question.  He was cradling his left wrist, and blood was dripping from his lip and nose.  You pursed your lips but opened your door wider.

“Yeah, of course,” you responded, lightly placing your hand on his shoulder.  You began to guide him towards your bathroom.  "We have to be quiet though,“ you told him, "because my parents are asleep upstairs.”  Reggie silently nodded.  You opened the door to the bathroom and immediately shuffled through the drawers, trying to find some gauze and disinfectant.  After a couple of minutes of searching, you found all of the supplies you needed.  You gestured for Reggie to sit down on the closed toilet.  Pouring some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball, you sent a sympathetic smile towards the beaten boy.

“This may hurt,” you warned him right before you placed the cotton again the cuts on his face.  He winced as it made contact with the wound, but he bit his lip to prevent himself from making any noise.  The two of you sat in silence for ten minutes, Reggie silently watching you as you cleaned his wounds.  As you finished wrapping gauze around his wrist, he spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.  You looked up with a puzzled expression.  "I shouldn’t be troubling you with this.“

"Reggie, if you’re hurt I want you to come here,” you comforted him.  "You’re not bothering me.“

"I just… this was my fault, and I shouldn’t have dragged you into anything.”

“Your fault?” you questioned, leaning back a bit.  "How is it your fault?“

"I got into a fight,” he confessed.  He avoided eye contact with you.

“Jesus, Reggie,” you groaned.  You stood up and began to put away the medical supplies.  "Why would you get yourself into that?“

"Because I had to,” Reggie replied.  "They were saying shit that they shouldn’t have.“

"Oh like what?” you snapped.  "You don’t deserve captain of the football team?  That you don’t get as much action as some of the others?  Honestly, Reggie, if you’re gonna let that shit get under your skin so easily, then don’t bother coming over here afterwards. I’m not here to heal your ego.“  Reggie, stunned into silence, didn’t respond to you.  He sighed and stood up, signaling that he was ready to leave.  You exhaled sharply as you lead him to your door.  When you arrived, you opened it and held it, watching as Reggie exited your house.  Before he stepped off your porch, he turned around to face you.

"They were talking about you,” he explained.  "They were talking about how you have a big ass and that they would totally bang you, and then they started talking about how many points you would be worth in the book.“  Your eyes widened, and you said nothing.  Reggie continued, "I snapped in less than five minutes.  I couldn’t take hearing people talk about you that way.”  Your face softened as you stepped onto your porch, inching closer to Reggie.

“Oh, Reggie,” you sighed, placing a hand on his bruised face.  Gently, you swiped your thumb across the cut on his lip.  He inhaled deeply and grabbed both of your wrists.

“(Y/N),” he whispered.  Your heart rate increased as Reggie’s face inched closer to yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” you asked, trying to make your voice sound steady.  "If I had known-“

"I didn’t want you to know,” he muttered.  "I guess… I guess I was trying to protect you.“  You began to withdraw your hand from his face, but Reggie’s arm snapped up and placed your hand back against his cheek.  Before you could reply, he crashed his lips against yours.  Kissing back, you raised your other hand and cupped the other side of his face.  The two of you pulled apart, and you rested your forehead against Reggie’s.  Neither of you said anything, but smiles graced both of your faces.

"I should get home,” Reggie mumbled after a minute.  You nodded, taking a step back.  He held onto your hand.

“Yeah, I should probably go inside,” you said.  He nodded and slowly released your hand.  You took a few steps backwards towards your door, refusing to remove your gaze from Reggie.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he waved, and began his trek home.  You smiled wistfully and waved, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Goodnight, Reggie,” you muttered, a smile etched onto your face.  You dreamily sighed as you softly shut your door, fingers hovering over where Reggie’s lips were just moments ago.

Dating Reggie Mantle Would Include:

Requested by: @stevrgers

-He would sing over dramatically to make you smile

-Working out together,  well more like he works out and you stare shamelessly

-Cuddles. Lots of cuddles

-Being the only person able to cheer him up

-Making him be nicer to Jughead by threatening to not kiss him anymore

-Stealing his clothes 24/7

-Him getting jealous whenever other guys look at you

-You getting jealous when other girls get to close to him

-Both of you knowing you are each others “It” so there was no reason to get jealous

-Walking down the hallways with Reggies arm over your shoulder

-Bear hugs

-Hugs in general

-Him walking you to every single one of your classes even though it makes him late to his classes

-Him always holding your books and bag

-Everyone shocked when you to start going out

-Eventually everyone lowkey starts shipping you guys

-Him walking up to you after football practice all sweat to hug and kiss you

-Spending almost every free time you guys have together

Bet || R.M. (part two)

Originally posted by natashamogilner

Word Count: 2276

Pairing: Reggie x reader

Summary: You come up with a 3-stage plan to get back at Reggie after you find out about the bet he placed with Chuck on you.

Warnings: cussing, smut, oral (guy on girl), fingering, reader is a badass bitch, reggie is dumbfounded

Requested: literally 66 total requests for part two lol

Part One // Masterlist

It had been two weeks since you and Reggie hooked up, and you were just as upset now as you were then. Reggie still had no idea that you had overheard him and Chuck talking in the locker room about the intimate details of your hookup, and you planned to keep it that way until you knew how you wanted to confront him.

A lot of ideas of how you could get back at Reggie floated around. You thought about publicly humiliating him, but because of how sexist society is, it would probably end up with you more embarrassed than he was. You thought about giving him the cold shoulder, and canceling him out completely, but what fun would that be? You wanted to hurt him like he hurt you. You wanted him to feel used like he made you feel.

You decided to keep tutoring him, even though seeing his face made you want to punch something, you gritted your teeth and put on a flirty smile. You wanted him to be putty in your hands, for you to be in control and to do that you had to push the feelings of hurt and disgust deep down. It proved to be a challenge though because every time he would scoot closer to you, your skin would crawl and you would have to force yourself to stay calm.

As the tutoring sessions went on, they became less about him actually improving and more about enticing him. Unlike your everyday attire, what you wore to his house was very revealing. You would wear push-up bras that, when paired with a croptop, had almost the whole top half of your boobs showing with some booty shorts. You made sure Reggie wasn’t paying any attention to you when you talked factoring or some other math problem.

“You need to get x by itself then plug it back into to the original equation to find the point of intersection.” You said, pointing at the question and looking over at Reggie. When you turned your head, Reggie was staring directly at your boobs, not listening to one word you said. You giggled an obviously fake laugh and said his name. He looked dazed as he finally made eye contact with you before mumbling for you to repeat the question. However obvious he was, you made sure to act unaware that he was checking you out.

Reggie didn’t care that you caught him staring right at your boobs when you would look over at him after reading out of the textbook. Even if he tried, all Reggie could focus on was the curve of your breasts and how they would be pushed up when you turned to face him.

You also made it a point to ask to go to the bathroom every time you were there. Because as you were walking away from him, you could feel his eyes burning into your back as he scanned his eyes up and down your body, and when you turned the corner, you could hear him let out a sigh with a mumbled cuss word. That was stage one of your plan complete.

The next stage of your plan was teasing. Reggie was completely taken back by your outfits that all he could do was stare. He was even more shocked when you started to flirt with him. When you sat together, you would always lean into him, pressing your body into his, but when he leaned in, you would pull away. You would always place your hand on his thigh when talking directly to him, but when he would put his hands on you in any way, you would pull away and move his hand off.

It was getting late and you somehow you had moved over to the couch to finish up the studying for the night. Your legs were pressed against each other’s as you explained how to solve the algebra problem. As usual, Reggie was not listening to a word you were saying but instead was focused on your hand that was placed on his lower thigh. Your thumb “absent-mindedly” was slowly moving back and forth in a soothing motion on his exposed skin. You removed your hand to reach over and pull the calculator off the coffee table in front of you. When you settled back into your position, Reggie was quick to put his hand on your exposed thigh instead. You giggled and grabbed his hand and put it in his lap instead. This made Reggie grunt in frustration while you smiled inwardly to yourself.

This was driving Reggie insane. He was beyond frustrated, it had gotten to the point where you were all that he thought about. He never acted like this around girls. Usually, he was the one who would make all the moves and have girls swooning after him, it was never the other way around. When Reggie was around you, it was like he had forgotten how to talk. Whenever you would say or do something, he was left speechless.

It was finally time for the final stage in your plan: confrontation.

As you walked up to Reggie’s house, you raised your hand to push the doorbell, but before you could the door suddenly opened and a shirtless Reggie appeared.

“Well, look who’s early.” Reggie teased as he stepped aside to let you in, not failing to look at your ass as you passed. He was right, you were about 10 minutes early just because you were so excited for tonight’s plan.

“Look who was waiting for me.” You said with a smug tone. You walked in the middle of the living room and turned around, bumping into Reggie who was following closely behind.

“Is there something wrong?” Reggie asked looking down at you, puzzled by your sudden actions.

You bit your lip while holding eye contact, “Reggie, what are you really thinking about right now?”

“What do you mean?” He asked confused, while you took a step closer. You pressed your chest against him to make your boobs pop out of your shirt even more than they already were.

“I mean, what are you thinking when I do this?” You lightly dragged your hand over Reggie’s bulge.

Reggie shuttered in response. “C’mon, Reggie, tell me what you want.” You coerced in a raspy voice.

“I want to fuck you. Goddamn, you’re so hot. Just let me touch you.” Reggie moaned as he brought his face closer to yours.

“If you want it,” you ghosted your lips over his, “take it.”

Reggie pressed his lips against yours with so much force and want, you nearly stumbled backward. He wrapped his arms around your waist as your fingers tangled in his hair. He moaned into your mouth as you opened and let his tongue search every inch of yours.

His hands slowly made their way down to grab your ass. You sucked on his bottom lip as his hands kneaded the soft flesh.

“You don’t know how bad I have wanted this.” Reggie moaned as his lips attacked your jawline, making his way down your neck before attaching right above your collarbone. You moaned his name as he started to suck on your neck.

Without removing his lips, Reggie squeezed your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You attached your legs around his waist, and pulled Reggie away from your neck and slammed your lips against his.

Reggie kicked open his bedroom door before sitting down on his bed with you straddling his lap. You raked your fingernails up and down Reggie’s bare back causing him to moan your name.

You leaned back from him and Reggie started to whine about the increased distance. You pulled your croptop off and tossed it on the floor before moving your lips to his neck.

“Fuck, princess, I want you so bad.” Reggie groaned.

“Before you get anything,” You said with authority in your voice, “You’re going to make me cum first.”

This made Reggie’s whole attitude change. He now had a look in his eye that was pure lust and need, and to be honest, it turned you on.

In a spilt-second, Reggie had flipped you over and pinned your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. He pulled one of your boobs out of your bra and started to suck on the soft skin. You arched your back into him as he switched to the other boob.

“Keep your hands above your head.” He said with command and all you could do was nod, not trusting your voice.

He slowly made his way down your body, placing kisses every inch or two. He finally made it down to the band of your shorts. He pulled the elastic back and made it pop against your skin, which made a loud sound when it connected with your hip. It left a slight tingle where the band made contact with your skin which made profanities slip out of your mouth.

He slowly pulled your shorts down to your ankles, making everything go painfully slow. He placed an open-mouthed kiss to your clothed clit that sent a shudder through your body and made you let out a small moan.

“Kitten, do you want my mouth or fingers?” He asked with smug voice.

You lifted your head to make eye contact with him as you said, “Why not both?”

His eyes filled with lust as he yanked down your underwear, the opposite of how he took your shorts off. Without giving you any warning, he plunged two fingers into your soaked cunt.

“Damn, you’re so wet for me,” Reggie grunted as his fingers went knuckle deep.

“Fuck me just like that, shit. That feels so good.” You moaned loudly as his fingers starting to stretch your walls. Before you could finish your sentence, Reggie started to assault your clit with his mouth, and you couldn’t hold back your scream of pleasure.

Just as you were starting to get used to the snug fit of Reggie’s fingers, he thrust another finger just as deep into your core. A string of yeses and fucks left your mouth as your walls were stretching to fit his large fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well.” Reggie praised you against your clit which sent vibrations through your core that had you crying out in pleasure. His long fingers kept a steady pace as they thrust into your sensitive core. Just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t get more intense, Reggie curled his fingers inside you in a come here motion. The pads of his fingertips were hitting a spot deep inside you that overtook your body in pure pleasure. You arched your back off the bed as a loud breathy moan escaped your lips.

Reggie’s other hand that wasn’t deep inside you, reached up to play with your boobs. He took your nipple into his fingers and started to twist on them before kneading the whole thing. As Reggie quickened the pace of his fingers and started to suck harder, you started to see stars. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Fuck, Reggie. I’m about to cum, keep going.” You grunted.

“Look at me, baby girl, I want to see you when you cum for me.”

When you looked down and saw Reggie wedged between your thighs, you were pushed over the edge. You let out a loud moan as your orgasm took over. Reggie never slowed down as you were cumming which made your orgasm even more intense. Your cunt started to pulse when you finally came down from your orgasm, and Reggie slowly pulled his fingers out of your core. You were left with an empty feeling where Reggie’s fingers had once been. You were still recovering from one of the best orgasms you have ever had.

Reggie climbed up your body to come face to face with you. You grabbed his hand and put the fingers that were just in your soaking cunt into your mouth and started to suck them clean. Never breaking eye contact, you swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting your own juices. Somewhere along the way, Reggie had taken off his pants and boxers and you could see that he was rock hard. You brought your eyes back up to his as your hand slowly went down to stroke his shaft.

“Fuck, this is so hot. I can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt, baby girl.” Reggie grunted, lining his cock up with your core.

“Wait,” you paused taking his fingers out of your mouth. You brought your face close to his, your lips just a few centimeters above his and whispered, “This cunt is worth so much more than five hundred dollars, Reggie.”

When the words left your mouth, Reggie looked confused at first, his eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth slightly opened. Then it all clicked when he remembered the bet him and Chuck had. He started to stutter, not knowing what to say.

You scoffed as you pushed him off you and started to get dressed. All the while, Reggie sat on the bed with his mouth open, occasionally stuttering the start of an apology.

After you were completely dressed, you walked over to his bedroom door and turned around.

Reggie sat on his bed with his shoulders slumped with a semi-hard on, “I don’t know how you found out about that, I’m—“

“Save it Mantle,” You said with disgust in your voice, “but thanks for the orgasm.” You winked before turning around and walking away.

a/n- I really hope you guys enjoyed the second part, as it was very much requested. Sorry for the wait but I had no idea where I wanted to go with this story until I actually started to write it. I know it isn’t your stereotypical ending where they fall happily in love, but honestly it wasn’t realistic and I didn’t want to make the reader a push over lol. Anyways, tell me what you think about this part in my inbox, I love getting feedback from you guys! Also, requests are still open so hit me up with what you want!

Dating Reggie Mantle Would Include:

it’s my first time trying one of these, so hopefully it’s ok!

p.s ross will always be reggie 

(mentions of smut and swearing)

Originally posted by dailyrossfbutler

Keep reading

Good Changes

Sweet Pea x Reader, ex!Reggie x Reader

Request: Can I have a Reggie imagine where he and the reader break up over him doing something stupid (like cheating) and he try to play it off like he doesn’t care that they broke up until he hears that she’s with someone new

A/N: Okayyy so I’ve been gone for a really long time. I have no reason except for school is a bitch. Good thing is that I’m back, I just hope my writing is as good as it was before. Also I took it upon myself to make that new person Sweet Pea, I’m basically in love with him at this point so… Hope you like this!!

Word Count: 3393

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, fighting, blood, heartbreak, sexual things that I can’t write properly, angst, reggie being a dick

Summary: Reggie cheats on Y/N, not caring about the consequences. However after seeing her happy without him, he realises just how much he needs her. 

Originally posted by bellblake

His hands roamed down her body, moans filling the room as he thrust into her, both their faces showing pure ecstasy. The girl under his strong body grabbed at his muscles, trying to find something to hold onto as he went at an almost inhuman pace. Slick sounds of skin slapping against skin could be heard but their faces were being shadowed by the dim light in her room, making it almost impossible to recognise the people in it. 

“Reggie!” The girl screamed begging him to go faster with just the call of his name, feeling her release approaching. 

“Shit-fuck baby I’m close.” Reggie grunted out as he complied with her wishes, only getting faster as he too could feel his release near. 

The moans only got louder as his pace quickened, the sounds in the room echoing throughout the house, the bed creaking in response to his strength. There was a high pitched moan and a low grunt, signalling the end of their passionate night and their releases. Reggie rolled off the girl and sighed into the pillow under his head. 

“What are you moping about?” Asked the girl as she turned to look at him.

“Nothing, I just can’t be bothered to get changed and go to Y/N’s. I promised her I’d go to her house tonight but I’m too tired to get up.” He answered as he pulled the girl close to him. 

“You might as well break up with her at this point, I mean you’ve been doing this with me for how long now?” 

“Yeah I know but she just makes it so hard.” He rolled his eyes as he thought about his girlfriend, constantly clinging onto him. 

“So? Do it over text, it’s not that hard to end things with someone. Besides, Y/N doesn’t strike me as the type to contradict people.” Reggie nodded not really caring about how to answer her as he closed his eyes. 

He thought about her, his girlfriend. They’d been through a lot together but he just couldn’t be bothered to deal with her anymore. It was like he just got tired, of the relationship, of her. He didn’t really know why, but one day he just didn’t care anymore. And that led him to where he was now, with another girl, in her bed, doing things that he shouldn’t be doing. 

His phone rung loudly in the silent room, he turned around to pick it up only to see his girlfriends name on the callers screen. He sighed, declined the call and placed it back down on the bedside table. He turned back around to face the girl lying next to him. She looked at him curiously. 

“Shouldn’t you have answered that? She’s going to get worried you know.” She asked as she snuggle down into his chest.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow, I want to sleep now.” 

“Okay. Goodnight Reggie.” 

“Night Lila.”


Rubbing at his eyes, he put his books into his locker, trying to find the right one for his next lesson. He lifted his head when his locker was suddenly shut, the hand of a familiar girl keeping it closed. He emotionlessly looked at her, raising an eyebrow in question for her actions. 

“Where the heck were you last night? I called you a million times and you didn’t even pick up. I had to do that stupid project all on my own!” Y/N raised her voice, letting go of the locker so that she could cross her arms at her boyfriend. 

“Leave me alone, Y/N. I was tired from practice okay? No big deal.” He said as he started to walk away from her. She ran to catch up with his long strides, not letting go of the subject. 

“No big deal? No big deal!? I told you how important that project was to me! I really want to pass this class Reggie, you can’t just bail because you were tired! I was tired from dance practice but I still took the time to do it because it was important! Why do you always leave me hanging nowadays? You’re supposed to support me Reggie.” She looked at him, upset at how he was acting. He skidded to stop, his face scrunched up in irritation. 

“Y/N can you not tell that I don’t give a fuck? I have more important things to deal with than your stupid project. I don’t care if you pass or don’t don’t pass this class, I really don’t. Can you not take a hint and just fuck off?”  She looked at him, tears in her eyes that she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand. 

“Fine. I’m sorry that I asked.” He watched her walk away for a second only to roll his eyes and walk the opposite way. 


“Can you believe him?! He’s been acting like such a dick lately! I mean what do you expect me to do, just let you stand me up and act like nothings happened? And then he gets mad at me for asking? He’s acting like I accused him of murder!” Y/N continued to rant to her friend Toni as she walked with her down a run down Southside path. 

“So why do you put up with him? Why don’t you just break up?” Toni asked.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I just want us to work out, you know? We’ve been together for so long, I don’t just want to give up on us because he keeps having bad days.” She sighed as the quarry came into view.

“I get that, but it’s not just a few bad days Y/N. This has been going on for months now.” She stopped her and held her shoulders, looking into her eyes as she’s offered a smile of support. “I know you care about him, but maybe it’s time to let go. Dragging this out is only going to make things worse, and I don’t want to see you upset anymore. You deserve better Y/N, and I’m not saying this just because I don’t like him. You two had your good times, but maybe now it’s over?” Y/N looked down, a troubled look on her face. 

“I still think it’s worth fighting for. I mean that’s what love is about right? Problems arise but the man we have to get through it. I’ll talk to him today, sort things out and then things can go back to normal. In fact I’ll go right now. I’ll talk to you later ok? Say hi to the boys for me.” She waved as she ran back the way she came, leaving Toni to smile sadly at her. 


By the time Y/N reached Reggie’s house it was dark and quiet outside, people having already retreated back into their own homes to eat dinner. She knocked on his door but received no answer, so she pulled out the spare key that he had given her and opened the door. She was about to call out for him before she heard a loud moan. Not believing her ears, she walked up the stairs to his room, only to find what she never wanted to see. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw her boyfriend and the new girl Lila in the sheets doing everything that she ever dreaded from happening in a relationship. There was an indescribable pain in her chest, that had her feeling broken and alone. So she turned around, and never looked back. 


Three months had passed since Y/N found out about Reggie cheating on her. On that day she had ran, not really knowing where she was going until she was too tired and had to stop. 

Her tears blurred everything as she ran. Her mind had stopped working, the only thing she could see was the image of the man she trusted touching another girl. By the time she had stopped she was in front of the trailer parking lot - more specifically Toni’s trailer. She laughed bitterly, remembering what she had told her best friend just hours before. Of course she was right, she thought. But before she had the chance to knock on her door it swung open revealing a tall boy who was laughing. 

“Yeah, yeah alright I’ll see you guys- Y/N?” Sweet Pea turned around to look at her, his face instantly going from an expression of shock to worry. Y/N looked at him beforehand diving into his arms, crying as he held her tight. 

“Y/N? What are you talking about - oh. Oh my god Y/N what the hell happened? What did that stupid jock do to you?” Toni asked as she rushed up to her friends. 

At the mention of the word ‘jock’ Sweet Pea tightened his arms around the girl who was desperately clinging onto him. 

“What did he to you Y/N?” He growled out. 

“I- He- He cheated on me! I wanted to work things out with him, I believed in him- in us! And he just had to throw it all away. I trusted him! I-I never thought he’d do that to me. I can’t believe I trusted him. And just before I was saying that love is worth fighting for - that our love was worth fighting for. God, who was I kidding? This is just bullshit. Why me? Is it because of me? Was I not enough?” She sobbed, her thoughts a jumbled mess as she tried to find an explanation for what happened. 

“Y/N whatever the reason was, it definitely wasn’t because of you okay? Don’t you ever think that. There’s no reason or explanation for douchebags. It’s not your fault and it never will be. You’re enough Y/N ever single part of you is amazing and you can’t let this self-absorbed northsider make you feel this way. You’re so much better than him. So much better.” He said as he held her tightly with one arm, the other holding her face as he dried her tears off. 

“You do realise I’m a northsider too, right Pea?” She giggled at his distaste of the other side of Riverdale. 

“Yeah-no. You just live there, you’re definitely a southsider at heart.” He smirked at her. 

“Mhm you’re right about that. My heart lies with the southside.” She hummed back, looking into his eyes and opening her mouth to thank him but getting interrupted by a tub of ice cream being smacked into her face. She turned to look at the direction it came from, only to see Toni grinning at her knowingly as she held up two cry-worthy films. Sweet Pea let Y/N go to Toni as he followed after her, muttering something about girls being so cliché and having to punch up a certain jock the day after. 

Y/N smiled at the memory of her favourite serpent (second favourite if you ever ask Toni, she’d kill her if she found out she said that) comforting her, after she discovered her dickhead ex-boyfriend had cheated on her. 

After that day she had calmly walked up to Reggie in school and broken up with him, finishing it off with a slap for him cheating on her. Obviously the slap he had received from her stung even more than it normally would have, as previously he had been beaten black and blue by the serpents. He may or may not have recieved the worst blows to his eyes and his groin by a tall boy with a serpent tatooed onto his neck. 

She had now moved on from Reggie, feeling absolutely nothing in his regard. No love, no hatred. Nothing. She supposed it was because of how happy she was again. With her friends’ latest transfer to her school she didn’t feel alone when she walked through the halls. Plus, her heart now sped up to thought of someone else, someone better. Her thoughts were interrupted by two arms that snuck around her waist, puling her up and swinging her around. She squealed at the familiar feel. 

“Sweet Pea!!!” She laughed. 

“Hey Y/N/N.” He grinned down at her. Y/N felt her heart flutter at the way his eyes were taking her in. The smile on her face couldn’t get any wider with the happiness she felt from being in her boyfriends arms. 

“Ugh, get a room you two. You’re worse than Jughead and Betty.” Toni said as Shen walked up to them, a playful smile on her face. 

“You’re just mad that Cheryl isn’t in today.” Retorted Sweet Pea, his arms leaving Y/N to settle one around her waist. 

“Mhm, I do miss my red bombshell.” Toni said as she wiggled her eyebrows. 

“You did not just say that.” Laughed Y/N as she closed her locker and started to walk. 

“Hey don’t hate. If you’re allowed to be lovey dovey, I’m allowed to be cringey.” They all laughed as they went to their first class, conveniently in the same room.  The trio was completely unaware of the glare that was being sent into their backs, more specifically the back of a tall boy.


“Yo Reggie! You coming to practice tonight?” Moose asked the jock as he saw him walking through the halls. The boy in question didn’t answer, so Moose called for him again, this time grabbing him by the shoulders to gain his attention.

“What the fuck do you want Moose?” Reggie said a second he shrugged his hands off of him. 

“Woah why are you so cranky for? I asked you if you were coming to practice or not, didn’t know you didn’t have you’re hearing aids in.” He said back, his eyes squinting as he glared at the muscular boy. 

“Shut the fuck up Moose. I’m not in the mood today, okay? And of course I’m coming to practice, I’m the captain aren’t I?” Reggie growled back, turning around to walk only to be stopped again by a hand on his shoulder. He rolled his eyes, looking into Moose’s now concerned face. 

“Look I don’t know what’s going on with you man, but you need to fix up. We’ve got a game soon and we can’t go and win it without our heads in the right place. That includes you.” 

“Yeah, I know Moose. Listen you’ve gotta stop butting into my business. I’m fine, the teams fine, Andy we’re gonna win. We always win. So do me a favour and piss off. I’m just tired okay?” Reggie said while he ground his teeth together, his jaw clenched. But Moose wouldn’t let him go. 

“Reggie, is this about Y/N? I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at her since you guys broke up. I know that it’s hard but-”

“That’s a load of bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about her. Why the hell would I care about anything? I’m glad that we broke up and trust me, this is anything but hard. She can go suck face with that seprent of hers and live her stupid life. I don’t care and I never will. I’m fine Moose. So stop fucking bothering me.” Reggie finished, his hands balled into tight fists, veins showing as he tried to control his breathing. 

Moose sighed and looked at him, pity written across his face before he shrugged and headed to his next class. Reggie bit the inside of his cheek before shaking his head and walking away.


Y/N watched proudly as her boyfriend practiced basketball. She smiled seeing how good he was, especially now that he was playing against Reggie’s team. Toni sat down next to her as they watched the southside go against the northside for the second time, only this without knives. The girls cheered on, Y/N encouraging Sweet Pea by the sound of her excited voice. 

Her eyes widened when she saw Reggie slamming his body into Sweet Pea’s to get the ball, only to giggle when she saw her boyfriend being unbothered by it as he kept going, leaving Reggie on the ground. Toni laughed loudly at Reggie’s confused face, both of the girls trying to contain their snorts. However they were both back to screaming as they saw Sweet Pea score again, signalling the end of their “match” and the southside winning - again. 

Y/N stood up and ran over to her sweaty boyfriend, hugging him tightly. She smiled up at him, a grin forming on her face as he leaned down to kiss her. They both couldn’t stop themselves from smiling into the kiss, both of them satisfied with the familiar feel of each other’s lips. Y/N was first to pull away as she went to congratulate him, only stopping short as a shout came across the hall. 

“If you both wanna make out so bad, there’s that White Worm of yours for that.” Reggie snarled at them. 

“It’s called the White Wrym, and we’re fine with staying here.” Sweet Pea growled at him, hating how disrespectful Reggie was. 

“I don’t give a fuck what it’s called, just get your Serpent shit out of here.” He said walking closer to Sweet Pea, both the separate groups finding their spot around their “leader”. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Sweet Pea glared at him, raising his fists to punch him, only for a soft hand stopping it from swinging forwards. 

“Pea, don’t. He’s not worth it.” Y/N said softly, tugging him back so that they’d could leave. 

“You gonna do what that bitch says now? What happened to big tough guy act, huh?” Reggie said, trying to get a rise out of him, his eyes widening as he saw the boy he just shouted at running towards him. 

Sweet Pea slammed Reggie onto the ground as he punched his face repeatedly, blood going everywhere. “Don’t you dare call her a bitch ever again, you hear me?!” He shouted, his fists going into his face at an alarming speed, busting Reggie’s lip open. “You fucking piece of shit, you don’t get to even look at her after what you did! I should’ve killed you then!” A crack could be heard, coming from Reggie’s nose no doubt. He tried to push Sweet Pea off of him but he seemed to be too weak to do so. The only thing that had saved him was Fangs pulling Sweet Pea off of him, him still trying to get another’s punch in. 

Y/N ran straight towards Sweet Pea, grabbing him to take him out of there and give him some fresh air. The group of Serpents following closely behind, giving glares to the Bulldogs, daring them to try and do something. 

“He’s just a rebound Y/N. I know you’re still in love with me.” Reggie shouted from the floor, trying to get the last word, to gain the upper hand. He smirked when he saw her stop, Sweat Pea looking at her, only for her to shake her head no showing that she could handle this on her own. She walked towards her ex-boyfriend that lay on the ground and stood next to his feet, not getting too close, but still close enough that he could see her clearly. 

“You’re wrong Reggie. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Just like you stopped caring. I’m happy now, and you need to respect the fact that I’ve moved on. You don’t get to say or do anything after what you did. I don’t know if you’ve realised, but cheating is one of the worst things you can do in a relationship. I don’t care about you anymore Reggie. Everything about you means nothing to me now. So, do yourself a favour and leave me alone. Go back to your bitch and stop bothering me and my boyfriend. I love him, not you.” And with that she walked away, her head held high as she took her place next to her boyfriend and walked out of the gym, and his life.  

They left Reggie there, lying on the ground batted and bruised once again. He watched hopelessly as the girl he still loved walked away from him, in the arms of another man, feeling nothing but hatred for himself and for what he had done. 

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Encounters


I absolutely love your writing!!! Would you make a Reggie x reader imagine, where the reader is a River Vixen and the Vixens are practising outside when the reader gets a bodycheck from one of the jocks because he full on goes for the ball… and then Reggie gets worried and helps her to the nurse and stuff with a lot of fluff? I’m sorry if it’s a bit vague…


A/N: Okay I changed it a bit, but not too much because I wanted to do justice for your request. Also I have 3 more to catch up now, so go ahead and send more requests imagines you want me to do! I hope you like this one. Requests open now. 

Words: 1811

Summary: Reader is a River Vixen and her first encounter with Reggie is at Cheryl’s party and second is when she get knocked out by a football and he takes her to the doctor

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: I think there may be a curse word in there.

Living in Riverdale, that’s a tale to tell. Life in a small town, one would think that it would be like in the movies and TV shows. The perfect quiet place with the perfect people.

It wasn’t, at least not anymore. It was quiet but the whispers made their way around. It was quiet because it hid so many secrets and as for the people we were far from perfect.

Although its imperfections you loved the place even though you’d never actually confess it out loud.

Life was simple for you, you were a River Vixen in Cheryl’s cheerleading squad, you were single, and your parents well they tried their best to be updated on your life.

After the memorial pep rally for Jason you made your way to Cheryl’s after party. You didn’t want to, but Cheryl was your friend and she needed you now more than ever. You may have been viewed as popular because you were a vixen, but you weren’t as stuck up as plenty of the other girls.

You made your way next to Betty and Veronica hopefully to relax with them and ignore the whole scene. Suddenly Cheryl decided everyone should play seven minutes in heaven.

You weren’t fond of these games especially because Cheryl always tried to play some sort of angle, and she did.

“Okay, your turn (Y/N)” Cheryl gave you a smirk after Chuck and some girl walked out of the closet.

“Fine” you mumbled as you spinned the bottle as it landed on the one the only Reggie Mantle.

You sat there frozen until Cheryl grabbed your hand and the guys pushed Reggie in the closet with you and closed the door.

This encounter with Reggie made you a bit shy, you seen him before of course. He is the Captain of the football team, but this encounter it just felt different. and from the looks of it maybe this encounter would be different for him too.

“Uh, Hi” you spoke to Reggie who was staring at you as you placed a bit of your hair behind your ear.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to” The tall boy confessed.

“What?” you questioned him, since you heard all the stories about Reggie Mantle and secretly you had a thing for the football player “I mean, I’m surprised is all.”

“Yeah I get it, you’ve heard the rumors, who hasn’t” Reggie spat even though at that moment he wanted to kiss you. Ever since 8th grade he had a thing for you, but rumors spread and he’d never thought he could get a girl like you.

“I’m sorry, no I- uh” you felt bad, you’d never seen this side of Reggie before. He looked vulnerable and that intrigued you even more.

It took every ounce of courage in your body to do what you did next.

You stepped closer to the handsome figure standing in front of you, stood on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips.

Reggie a bit shocked at first, but placed his hands around your head and leaned in closer for the kiss. It was passionate, and a bit sloppy at the end.

As you pulled apart you both fixed yourselves up and kept looking into each other’s eyes.

Cheryl announced the time and opened the door and grabbed you by the hand.

“Um, I’ll see you around” was the only thing you could get out before Cheryl pulled you out.

Then her plan was back on track.

She made Veronica go in with Archie knowing it would bug Betty.

You felt bad for her so you reached your hand to hers.

“Hey Bets, I’m sorry about Cheryl she can be difficult, but you know how she is” you whispered to the blonde.

“It’s fine” Betty stated with a sad smile.

“Congrats on making the squad” you said as you were interrupted by Cheryl.

“TIMES UP LOSERS!” the red head spoke as she opened the closet revealing Archie and Veronica.

It was too late though, Betty disappeared.

That was your call to leave the party as you gave a disappointed look at Cheryl and you left the party.


You wanted to find Reggie and talk about the kiss, you had feelings for him and now they were stronger than ever since the weekend. You hadn’t seen him since the party and were hoping he would return those feelings back. Hoping that maybe the last encounter was a good chance to start something with Reggie.

You were at River Vixens practice the air a bit heavy between Ronnie and Betty, but you tried to ignore it because it wasn’t your business and Cheryl had been bitchier about the routine.

“Hurry up idiots, we have to get these move down for the homecoming game” Cheryl shouted “It’s bad enough we have to practice in the field because they are fixing up the gym, just get into position girls.”

Since the party Betty had been ignoring Veronica and she wasn’t doing the routines well and Cheryl made her watch. She was enjoying her vengeance against Betty even though she had never done anything to her (only thing Betty did was be related to Polly; the girl Jason was in love with).

“Okay Betty I can’t have you messing this up, right now so you keep watch and maybe catch on” Cheryl spoke with a devilish smirk “Okay (Y/N) you’re one of my best for pyramids so you are going to at the top, okay” and you nodded as you made your way to the cheerleaders already beginning to form the pyramid.

As you made your way, your eye caught Reggie in practice and he caught your eye too, and you smiled at each other not realizing you hadn’t been paying attention until Cheryl called your name and you made your way to the top.

As you finally reached the top of the pyramid you made your hands into a V about to jump down when suddenly you lost balance as a football hit your head and you crashed down.

All you heard were gasps and you couldn’t keep your eyes open for long as all the girls surrounded you.

Although you were able to catch a glimpse of Reggie running faster than you’ve ever seen him run.

“Shit (Y/N)” he spoke as he kneeled down to you and rested his hand under you head and you tried to make an effort in getting up.

“No don’t, when you fall you’re not supposed to get up until you feel better” Reggie proclaimed as your eyes were closed and you couldn’t help but smile at his remark.

“Well I’m starting to feel better now” you retorted as you bit your lip and caressed his cheek.

“I’ll take her to the nurse” Reggie told the girls as he picked you up and you rested your head on his chest.

“But the nurse is close-” you heard Betty say as Reggie was already walking away with you.

“You know she’s not wrong” you told Reggie as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“About?” the dark hair heartthrob asked.

“The nurse, it’s after school” you answered.

“I know, I’m taking you to my uncle’s clinic, you need to get checked out that was a heavy fall” Reggie informed you as he rubbed his thumb on your back which made the butterflies in your stomach go nuclear.

“That’s a bit far to walk don’t you think?” you heart was beating a bit quicker, your eyes still closed because of the impact of the grass, not knowing where you were heading but you trusted him.

“I have a truck you know, but if I didn’t I’d still walk” he noted reaching to what you guessed was door and placed you gently to the passenger’s seat as he made his way to the driver’s side.

You opened your eyes for a bit and saw it was and old model truck and the front seat was all connected and there was only a bit of space in the back which was only enough for his gym stuff and you laid yourself down and placed your head on his lap and he drove away from the school.

“I thought you had a jeep” you decided to make conversation.

“I just fixed up this truck, I want to see how good it runs”

“So we could stay stuck somewhere and you just might have to carry me to the doctor” you sarcastically answered.

“You have no faith in me” he pretended to be hurt as he turned.

“I trust you, anyways, do you listen to music or-” he cut you off turning up the radio.

You kept conversation until you arrived to the clinic and he insisted on carrying you still and made his way inside.

“Tell my uncle I’m here, any rooms open?” he demanded to the receptionist.

“Room three” she answered as Reggie opened the door that separated the patients and the workers as he made his way to room three and placed you on the examination bed.

“Well look who takes charge” you mocked as he took a chair on your left side

“I can take charge”

“Really? Last I remember Mantle I kissed you” you revealed as you turned your way to look at his reaction, but were interrupted by what you guessed was his uncle.

“What happened Reggie? Oh” the man with a white coat was a bit confused “I thought you got hurt boy, what seems to be the problem?”

“Oh I’m fine, (Y/N) took a football to the head at the top of the cheerleading pyramid and fell” Reggie stood up to shake his hand.

“Okay” the man made his way to you flashing a small flashlight in your eyes “So I’m checking for a concussion and maybe a sprain”

“Yes” Reggie spoke for you again.

“How bad was the fall?” The doctor asked placing his hands on your ankles to see if you had a sprain.

“I’m not dead, but I can finally open my eyes” you sassed and reacted to him putting pressure on your left ankle.

“You finally got one with a sense of humor didn’t you Reg?” his uncle encouraged as Reggie blushed a bit.

“I’m trying” he claimed and this time you blushed “So is anything too bad?” he asked making his way back next to you placing his hand on your head stroking your hair.

“Oh no, you got pretty lucky here, just a bit more rest on your head and you have a small sprain on your left ankle some medicine and you’re all good” the man reported to you as he grabbed some bandages and placed it tightly around your left ankle.

“Thank you sir” you told the doctor as he left the room.

You sat up the bed and tried to get up your legs still a bit weak and Reggie caught you, his hands on your waist.

One of the best encounters yet you thought.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” you asked as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh plenty” Reggie said with a smug look on his face as he closed the proximity of your faces and sealed it with a kiss.

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