Comfort- A Riverdale Imagine
A/N: sorry i haven’t posted in so long! i have a lot going on with school right now and stuff like that, but i promise i haven’t forgotten about you guys ❤️ and thanks for 300 followers!!
Requested by: anonymous
“Ah yay! I absolutely love Reggie so I was wondering if you could write an extra fluffy Reggie imagine? Something like the reader goes to see him after having a bad day and he doesn’t really know what to do but then he just puts his "manliness” behind him and comforts her?“
Warnings: just a girl who had a crappy day
Word Count: 723
To say the day had been miserable would be an understatement. I woke up late, had to skip breakfast, had a pop quiz first period, was forced to run the mile in gym class, my phone died halfway through the day, and then I had to walk home in the rain. So yes, "miserable” is an understatement.
I was walking to my boyfriend Reggie’s house- with an umbrella, this time- when a car drove by me a little too fast, completely soaking my jeans with the dirty rain water that splashed my way. I gasped in shock and stopped walking, my jeans immediately beginning to stick to my legs. I had to fight back tears as I trudged the rest of the way to Reggie’s house, walking up the steps and right inside when I finally got there, not even bothering to knock.
Reggie immediately springs off the couch, appropriately surprised that someone had just barged in. But when he sees that it’s me, wet, cold and on the verge of tears, his expression softens.
“Hey, baby,” he says. “Are you okay?”
The only response that comes out of me is a muffled sob. I’m tired, cold and I just want this day to end. He looks nervous, but crosses over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Hey,” he whispers. “What’s wrong?”
I don’t look up to meet his eyes, embarrassed to be crying in front of him. I can tell that he doesn’t really know what to do; sympathy isn’t really his specialty. But instead of asking me anymore questions, he brings me in for a hug, squeezing me tight and letting me know he’s here. That’s when I finally break.
I cry until I have no more tears, my eyes red and puffy. When I pull my head away from his chest, I can’t help but laugh a little. “You have a big wet spot on your shirt where I was crying,” I tell him sheepishly.
He places his hand on my cheek, and says “I don’t mind. As long as you’re alright.”
I sigh. “Better now,” I tell him.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “That’s good. Because I hate seeing you so upset like that,” he tells me, and I can hear the sincerity in his voice. “Now, why don’t you come upstairs with me and I’ll grab you some dry clothes, yeah?”
I smile and nod, taking his hand as he leads me up the stairs and to the bathroom. I peel off my wet clothing and hang it over the shower rod to dry. A few minutes later, Reggie knocks on the door, opening it just enough to slide his hand through to pass me the clothes. I laugh at the gesture. Though many people see the tough side of Reggie that he wants them to see, most people would never guess what a gentleman he actually is.
I put on the new clothes- a pair of Reggie’s sweatpants (that I have to tie at the waist) and a sweatshirt that is much too big for me, but is perfect nonetheless. It smells like him, and I decide that he’s probably not going to get this back.
I walk back downstairs to find him sitting on the couch waiting for me. “Hey,” he greets with a smile. “I’m guessing the clothes work?”
“Perfectly,” I sigh, sitting down next to him and leaning my head on his shoulder. My eyes flutter closed instantly, and he wraps a protective arm around my shoulder.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too,” I say with a smile, before drifting off the sleep next to the only person I want to be with.