Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.
I miss 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent
dependency that held itself with tension.
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.
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
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.”
fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.
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—“
Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.”
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].”
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.
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.
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.
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?”
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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—“
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.”
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.”
me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.
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—“
time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at 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.”
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.”
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.
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
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. :)
Hey guys, so here is part 1 of my mini fic. So this part is probably pretty boring, but I wanted to just kinda set the story up! Pleaaaaase leave feedback in my ask and let me know if you want part 2 or if this part is just too shit. Thanks darls.
Betty: *mission impossible theme song* Jughead:CRAWWLINGGG INNNNN MY SKINNNN 💀🐍🖤 Archie: never🚫🙅♂️ give up💯 chase🏃 your dreams☁️ do what you love❤️ music🎧 is life🙏🙏 never🚫 stop✋️ never🙅♂️ stopping👊 we are the future🏙 Veronica: snap snap snap ______snap ___snap snap snap snap Cheryl: Jason used to love [insert everyday activity]… Jason: 💀 Kevin: 🌈 cOmIc ReLiEf 🌈 Josie: S L A Y then sob because daddy issues Moose: I am not a gay person nope that’s not me I like boobs I like ‘em a lot even more than penises Zach Dempsey Reggie Mantle: déjà vu Fred: 👷 gooood parenting Joaquin: 🐍 ssssssnickety sssssssnake Polly: 🤰🤷♀️ #LifeWithTheBlossoms Hal: KILL THEM WITH FIRE 🔥🌸🔥 Penelope: oh hello new Jason Archie
about any other problem that happened over the summer, yours was an extremely
shallow issue compared to what happened to Jason Blossom on the fourth of July.
The closest person you might have possibly heard the story about the star
quarterback came from an unlikely source—from the arrogant douche himself,
Could you do a riverdale imagine where the reader and Jughead are really close and flirty with each other. The reader goes missing and is eventually found dead near Jason Bloom and Jughead gets the call about the police finding her? Sorry if it’s a weird ask.
Why must you guys request such sad stuff? I’m sorry if it’s too short and bad, if you want more please message me.
The past summer didn’t go to Jughead’s plan. He spent most of the summer days playing video games and avoiding social interactions. He barely had any friends coming out of Freshman year, only one decided to stick by his side; that person was you. Despite his protests, you would drag him out of his room and walk to Pop’s diner. You would spend most of the day there, talking, eating, laughing, and flirting. It was painfully obvious that you both had mad feelings for each other, but either of you dared to act upon them. It was the days spent with you that Jughead looked forward to the most. You knew him like the back of your hand and he could read you like a book. Time spent with you was time that was never wasted.
One night, You managed to convince your parents to let you hangout at his place two days before school started. The night had started off rather up beat and innocent until you randomly asked him about his thoughts on dating. “It seem pointless at our age,” he said truthfully, but he immediately regretted it when he saw your face fall. “But then again, if you like someone you should go for it.” His voice wasn’t his own when he spoke. It was daring and wild, pushing the limits of your friendship. You nodded at his words and scooted closer to where he was sitting on the floor. “I should?” You asked, raising your eyebrow with fake confusion. Jughead almost started to laugh. You were doing this on purpose, playing him like a violin. “Yeah,” he said, finding his confidence again. You leaned in even closer and asked, “How?”
“Like this,” Jughead leaned in a pressed his lips to yours quickly. It was his first kiss, but the technique would come with time and hopefully, practice. When he pulled away, the both of you were a blushing mess. You leaned in again, kissing him longer this time. You cupped his jaw, bringing him closer to you. Jughead pulled away smiling and you started talked about what you were going to do next.
“Tomorrow we can go out,” he paused, “like on a date.” You smiled wide at his words and agreed. Soon after, your parents texted you that you should come home. You headed out and Jughead led you to the porch, where he kissed you one last time. “See ya tomorrow.” He whispered, and watched as you walked away.
But he never did see you tomorrow.
The night of your date, just a few hours before, his phone rang. “Hello?”
“Yes, is this Jughead Jones?” Asked a man over the phone. “This is him,” he said, nerves prickling down his spine. “We were told to inform you of Y/N L/N’s disappearance. You may have been the last person to see her and we would like to question you.” Jughead just stood there in disbelief. “No, you don’t understand, I’m suppose to see her tonight.” He said through his confusion. “Son,” said the man, his voice turning somber, “I don’t think you will.”
So, Jughead went to the police department, where he was prodded with questions he didn’t know the answer to. He told the officers of what had occurred last night and they just sent him home. He locked himself in his room, tears burning in his eyes. He knocked down his belongings, torn his posters, and yelled until his lungs gave out. He sat on the floor, crying, trying to figure out where you could’ve possibly gone. An idea struck him and he rushed over to his laptop and opened an empty page. His fingers hit the keys as fast as they could, writing down his opening line. He would find you, save you if he had to. Little did Jughead know what was in store for the little town of Riverdale.
riverdale gays prom headcanons (The Prom Soundtrack):
“Best Day Of My Life” by Robert D. Palmer
archie is looking sullen at the prom and checks the doorway, hoping that jughead changed his mind.
archie is about to tell betty, veronica, moose, and kevin that if jughead isn’t coming then he’s going to leave, until kevin nudges archie and points at jughead standing by the entrance (cue: chorus playing exactly like a cinderella story, 2004)
“Black Magic” by Little Mix
josie and the pussycats covering this
cheryl, ever the supportive wife, blushes even if she knows this is for her as she watches them
“Home We’ll Go (Take My Hand)” by Steve Aoki & Walk Off The Earth
archie grabbing jughead’s hand and drags him to the dance floor.
basically the group dances to this
veronica watches betty in utter admiration twirl in her pink cocktail dress, blonde curls falling gently to her shoulders until betty goes, “dance with me, v!”
they turn the volume down for the “why so serious?” part and jughead (prom king, mind you) puts on a full joker impression and deliver this line.
(reggie’s the one who turns the volume down.)
“Timber” by Ke$ha ft. Pitbull
reggie challenges everyone to a dance-off to this song, but it’s not much of a dance off. it’s just the squad dancing like goofs to the song.
jughead is just sitting, hiding his face in his palms because his friends and his boyfriend are being such dorks.
while betty and veronica are dancing, cheryl snidely remarks “that’s all you got elizabeth?” as she dances with her girl, josie.
veronica assures betty that she doesn’t really have to give in to whatever cheryl says but betty just says “no. she has no idea what i’ve got.” leading to betty showing everyone that she’s a great dancer.
veronica is just so turned on, she bites a rose between her teeth and drags betty to tango.
“Moves Like Jagger” by Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera
REGGIE AND JOSIE DANCING AND SINGING TO THIS FUCKING SONG. IT’S A LEGIT SING AND DANCE-OFF
here’s where kevin, who’s watching all the shenanigans on one side, with moose’s arms around him, realizes that the reason why reggie’s so aggressive and fond of insulting people is because he’s got so much talent and he just wants to have fun but no one invites him.
cheryl. can you believe cheryl’s all hot and bothered watching this dance-off.
REGGIE HAS. THE. MOVES. everyone is shook because they’re witnessing reggie discover his purpose in life
Reggie had been dating for months but he had still not made it public. Now, you
wouldn’t have minded but you knew Reggie’s reputation and that goddamn play
book made you question everything. He
would barely talk to you in school and whenever you would hang out, it would
only ever be at your house - never his.
you mumbled quietly as you stood beside him at his locker, “Reggie, we
need to talk.”
right here though.” He said confused, “can it
“That’s why we need to talk.” you said sourly. “You know what?
Just don’t bother.” you could feel your heart hurting profoundly in your
chest, “Don’t bother coming over tonight. Or ever for that matter.”
Reggie’s head finally snapped to look at you.
heard me.” you murmured quietly as you walked away, waiting for him to
call after you but he didn’t. You think that is when the tears began but you
couldn’t be sure. You couldn’t remember.
You were lying on
your bed completely zoned out trying not to think about what happened in the
corridor. You knew you should have listened to Betty and Archie - that dating
him was a bad idea but no, you were convinced that you could change him. What a
fool you looked then. You got a shock when you heard a knock at your window.
First lightly but when you saw who it was and ignored them, it got louder.
do you want, Reggie” you asked quietly after opening your window and
letting him clamber in.
want to know what has upset my girl.” The way he said it, like he had no
idea whatsoever about how selfish he was, “(y/n), what is it?” you
stayed silent for a moment, your back still turned to him refusing to look.
are you ashamed of me, Reggie?” you asked with tears brimming your eyes. A
confused and worried look covered Reggie’s face as he moved to wrap his arms
around you but you flinched away from him,
what’s going on?” tears made his eyes gloss over but you tried to ignore
can’t do this.”
do what?” His voice got louder the more confused he got and it hurt to
know he thought he had done nothing wrong.
Reggie! Having you ignore me like you are ashamed of me, that you don’t want to
know that is not true. I just wanted to keep us to ourselves for a bit” he
tried to work his way out of it,
“No! I won’t be your secret.” you
shouted, your cheeks hot with tears,
aren’t my secret!”
if that is the case, perhaps I was just another playbook score.”
dare you say that?” His voice seemed to break saying that, “I would
have thought you knew me well enough to know that I would never do that to you,
or any girl anymore.” You noticed how quickly he went from confused to
angry and it scared you, “I let my walls come down for you. I told you
everything about me and I changed, for you.”
say all of this, like you have done nothing wrong but won’t even associate with
me at school. Do you even know how much that hurts me? Because It hurts too
never meant to, I was…”
“Does it hurt you as much as it hurts me?” you asked quietly and
when you had to wait for an answer you scoffed, “Of course not.”
was trying to protect you!” his out burst made you flinch away, “Yes,
your name ended up in the playbook.” your jaw dropped a little in
disbelief and as Reggie reached over to you, just to touch your arm you pulled
away now unable to even meet his eyes.
name was in the playbook but…”
Don’t you dare!” your body seemed to shake as you sat on the edge of your
bed, running your hands over your jeans trying to calm yourself down.
listen to me okay!” that was the first time he had shouted at you before
he ran his hands through his hair letting out an exasperated sighed.
“look,” he knelt down in front of you trying to get you to look at
him, “I told some of the guys, they saw a picture of you in my locker and
Moose got over excited and put it in the book, thinking it was some
hook-up.” you scoffed, “as soon as I found out I ripped the page out,
that’s why he had that black eye that week! I didn’t want that to happen, or
anything like that, to happen again - I didn’t want you to get hurt!” you
didn’t say anything, you didn’t know what to say but you still couldn’t quite
look at him, “This is why I don’t let anyone in!” he pushed himself
up, once again his hands tugging at his hair.
if you had said I was your girlfriend this wouldn’t have happened.” you
you need to let this go” he warned,
we need to let this go.”
don’t say that. NEVER say that.”
thing is, I can’t pretend we never happened because I’m still in love with you
but I don’t think we can do this right now, not if you aren’t ready to even
talk about it.”
am! I was trying to protect you!”
“I CAN PROTECT MYSELF! Reggie, I am not a child.”
“Then tomorrow I will stand up on the cafeterias tables and shout my love for you to the school!
I will do anything but don’t say that because we will be fine.”
Reggie,” you finally seemed calm
and stood still not going near him, “You need to tell people because you
want to, because you care for me. Not just because you have to.”
don’t want this, please don’t do this.” A tear fell from his eye, this was
the first time you had ever seen him cry.
we want and what we get are two very different things, I learnt that with