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?
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.
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.
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
“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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.
ok but what if malec get married on the anniversary of their first kiss? “exactly 5 years ago i almost got married,,, to a woman!” *the crowd gasps* “shocking, i know! but then this man stormed in all like ‘sorry am i late to the party?’, told my mum to fuck off and gave me the chance to make the best choice i ever made in my entire life. to choose myself. to choose love. to choose this handsome man right here. i am a lucky man, i know!” *laughs* “of course, lydia is a lovely woman and im glad she’s happy with her wife lindsay now but she wasn’t really,,, my type, to say the least. but this man is. Absolutely. my type. and i wanna spend the rest of my life with him. i know some of you might be wondering why we’re even getting married since according to my blonde brother jace here we’re 'already a disgustingly cute old-married couple that is raising 83727 kids together anyways’” *everyone laughs* “but still,,, i wanna make it official. i want everyone to be the witness of this. to witness how much i love this man. also, i really wanna be able to legally call him my husband, so there’s that”*everyone has put their hands on their hearts in awe & is smiling*
Request: can you do an Archie Andrews imagine with “is that my shirt?” and “my clothes look good on you”? Thank you :)
A/N: ah!! My first request I’m so excited!! I hope you all like it – I’m happy with how it turned out. It’s so fluffy and sweet I cried. This could take place at any time so whenever you want to see it fitting in could work. Okay I’m also so confused because every time I post that it hides it from the hashtags? Which is not good? Anyways, thank you and feel free to request in my messages!
Word count: 715
Warnings: oh god its so fluffy thats literally enough though
The soft sound of a shower running filled your ears. You were over at Archie’s house, as you often were, laying on your stomach on his bed, happily highlighting a short story for one of your literature courses. Your legs kicked up and down lightly behind you to the beat of whatever song you were humming. You were so tuned into your work you didn’t even hear the shower turn off and the whispering patter of footsteps from one end of the hall to the other.
Archie stood in the doorway, smiling at the sight of you. Noticing you hadn’t heard him come in, he decided to tease you, taking careful steps toward the bed before belly flopping on top of you.
“Archie!” You squealed, nearly choking on the highlighter cap between your teeth, all air having escaped your lungs at the sudden weight on your back. Spitting the cap to the ground, you struggled under his body to glare at him. He giggled, a deep rumble from his chest culminating in a soft sound that made you smile every time you heard it. “Archie, get off of me!” Between fits of laughter you attempted to roll onto your back from under him, making eye contact with your assailant and narrowing your gaze.
“Hey babe,” Archie smirked, a playful tone still flowering from his words.
You grinned back, a sparkle in your eyes that set off butterflies in Archie’s stomach every time. “Archie, honey, you’re crushing me.”
“More like crushing on you.” He waggled his eyebrows jokingly
“That’s cute.” You rolled your eyes now, pressing your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to move him. “Now get off of me.” He softly rolled beside you, leaning up against you as you rolled back onto your stomach. Moaning happily, he nuzzled his nose behind your ear and kissed the underside of your jaw.
“Is that my shirt?“ He teased. You subconsciously pulled the sleeves of the crewneck sweater over your hands as you blushed and nodded. “My clothes look good on you.”
“Thus, why I wear them.” He pulled away from your ear, looking down to what you were working on. However, after a moment, he was grinning cheekily again.
“You know there’s been a real dent in my closet since we started dating. I’ve considered contacting Jughead and sending him on the case, but I think I’ve found the culprit.” Playing around, you widened your eyes and turned to him.
“Please don’t press charges.”
“Oh, I don’t know…” He cocked his head to one side, unable to hide his smile as he continued. “I’ve been forced to wear the same shirts for weeks. It’s a real struggle. This is the inconvenience you’ve caused.”
“I swear, I’ll wear your jersey to school on game days. Just don’t send me to jail.” He cupped his chin in thought before nodding.
“That seems fair. I don’t really think I could send you away anyways. Don’t want to go a day without you.” You couldn’t bite your smile back anymore either, and shifted your gaze from him back to your work.
Archie’s smile held up as he stared at your profile, your lip caught behind your top teeth as you focused on the words in front of you. As much as he’d love to say he was an independent man’s man, he couldn’t deny the fact that you had him tightly wound around your finger, and it was up to debate whether or not you knew it.
His eyes darted to the sides of hers as he regained focus. “How could I not?”
You swatted your hand, “Oh stop.”
“Can’t help it.” He grinned cheekily, reaching his hand forward and catching your cheek in his palm. You subconsciously leaned into it, beaming intently. “I love you.” You raised your eyebrows, your chin jutting forward slightly as if insuring he meant it. Thumb rubbing velvet circles into your skin, he nodded softly. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Your teeth sparkled behind your cracked lips as a soft giggle tumbled from within. You leaned forward and kissed him, pulling back to utter the words again, and kissing again. You pulled away for a moment more, sucking in thick breaths. Eyes flitted to the soft comforter of his bed, before meeting his with another wide smile. “And your shirts.”
I feel so homesick right now… so I took my homesickness and gave it to Lance bc thinking about how homesick Lance must be somehow made me feel happier for a second before I started crying bc he must feel it at least 10x worse bc I know I’ll see them soon and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see his family again
Sorry if there are any typos, I can barely see through my tears
-at the garrison it was somehow different. he wasn’t with his family, but he knew he’d get to see them around the holidays and such things, plus skyping or texting or calling
-he still missed them and so he thought he knew what homesickness felt like: a tiny squeeze of your heart and a whispered voice reminding you of your family, but still fairly easy to ignore with the smallest distractions
-even then, if things got really bad for him at school he knew the worst they could do was send him back to his family, who would still accept him even if he was kicked out
-and then he was pulled into a giant space war
-which, unlike the garrison or literally any other school, has his schedule entirely unplanned
-was he going to eat breakfast tomorrow or were they going to have to fight something? was Allura going to surprise them with a crazy drill that they’d have to suffer through? was Hunk going to wake up later than usual and cause to Coran decide to make them disaster food? if he slept in, would the team let him sleep til lunch? who knows
-was he even going to live long enough to see his family? if Zarkon attacked earth, would they know? would they be able to stop him? what if his family is already dead? for all Lance knew, he could die in his sleep, but Allura dismissed him and said they couldn’t visit earth yet
-he has so much more time to think of things and at first he thought that would make him would feel better, but it doesn’t
-instead he notices that he can’t remember the way his sister parted her her hair, or where the freckle on his brother’s face was or if there even was one. he can’t quite remember the tune to the song his mother always sang, or the way his dad’s face lit up as he came home from his late shift at work only to find that everyone had stayed up late just to see him walk through the door
-his first thought is that it didn’t matter, that those were only the small things
-but then he noticed that he could barely breathe
-he was gasping and his lungs felt like they were full of cotton, his eyes stung as he tried not to cry, his head pounding out his erratic heartbeat. his hands and feet felt numb, his arms and legs like jelly. he felt nauseous too, and bile stung his throat as his mouth went completely dry. his heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest viciously
-he tried to think of something else, anything else, but now his head was screaming everything he must be missing back at home
-does his sister still make cookies every saturday? does his brother still pick flowers on his way home from school? does his mom still make ridiculous cards for him and his siblings? does his dad still insist that they take pictures everyday?
-do they think he’s dead?
-at this point Lance just needs to get out. he’s scared and just hopes that distracting himself will still work because it’s the only thing he could think of
-so he walks right down into the dining room where the rest of the team is and starts talking
-the others talk back, and everything goes back to normal for Lance
-but the longer he’s away from his family, the more often this occurs, until it’s a habit to just talk to everyone every time he has someone to talk to
-he talked to the paladins, he talked to the alteans, he talked to Blue (and any other lion, although he couldn’t tell if they were listening or not)
-and eventually the others found him to be more and more annoying
-which sucks, because he needs them more than ever now, because now everything he does reminds him of home
-bathing, eating, sleeping, practicing, laughing, even talking
-and there are things he never did in space like fighting, training, or using crazy machines, but it just helped remind him that he’s doing them because he’s not at home
-Lance wants to tell them, but no one else talks about being homesick so he decides he has to stay strong
-they all say he’s annoying (wether or not they mean it) so he slowly gets quieter and basically loses his only coping mechanism but no one seems to notice how much worse he’s getting
-they don’t notice how quiet he is now either, until he says something and someone asks him if he knows how to shut up before they realize that that was the first time they had heard him speak in days
-they see his face fall and his eyes fill with tears, and now they notice his eye bags and the way he seems to be ready to fall over at any given second
-they don’t say anything however, because they aren’t very social and don’t know what to say (only Hunk and Coran seem to have any skills socially, but they wouldn’t be telling Lance to shut up in the first place so it’s safe to say whoever said it wouldn’t be a feelings expert)
-so they leave it alone. Lance was probably just tired lately for some reason but they won’t make him go to sleep because they figure he’ll be fine (again, pretty sure Hunk and Coran are the only ones who know what sleeping is)
-they’re too lost in thought to notice Lance leave the room gasping for air
-they’re too busy moving on to notice that Lance won’t be fine