IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ my queen

( MY QUEEN )
by archiefics

The homecoming dance was the second most anticipated dated of the year behind the prom. Every girl was stressed if she would get asked to the dance and every guy panicked, realizing they hadn't asked anyone yet and had to do it soon. You would normally fall into that category, but this year you didn't. You had been dating a guy for awhile now: Reggie. You'd been dating for about four months, the relationship was still pretty new. But regardless of how long you were dating, you really liked Reggie. Most people told you that he wasn't one for relationships or any dating, but that quickly changed when he met you. He knew that you weren't the casual hook up girl; you were worth way more than that. Reggie had asked you out before anyone else could scoop you up and you were glad he did.

Reggie would most certainly be your date to the dance and you were a little nervous, but mostly excited. This was the first time you would be to a dance where you and the other person weren't going as friends or it wasn't set up by your friends and you are your date would never talk to each other. It was a real date and that made your stomach do flips. All good things though.

When the bell dismissed Riverdale High's students from class that Friday afternoon, everyone dashed home, hurrying to get ready for the dance. Instead, you drove to Veronica's house to get ready. She insisted you got ready with her, so you could do her hair and she'd do your make up. After, you and Reggie and her and Archie could take pictures before you headed off to the dance. You happily obliged, excited to have someone to get ready with rather than doing it all by yourself.

You arrived at Veronica's house promptly as she opened the door dragging you in, "Oh good, you're here. Come. We should start now." Veronica closed the door to her room with a smile on her face as you laughed.

"It's three o'clock," you told her. "The dance doesn't start until seven."

Veronica shrugged, "It can never be to early to look cute. Now, help me choose a dress. The navy blue or the slate gray?" She holds up two beautiful dresses as you gawk at them. "Gorgeous, right? My mom had them sent from New York," she tells you.

The two dresses were beautiful. The navy blue dress was a sleek fit and flare dress that would no doubt look incredible on Veronica. But you couldn't take your eyes off of that slate gray dress. It was such a beautifully made dress–the fabric almost had an iridescence in the light. The sleeveless sweetheart neckline structure was undeniably pretty. "Oh, Ronnie," you sigh. "They're both so beautiful."

She watches as you stare at the gray dress as she smiles at you. "Then you wear one, and I'll wear the other," she offers as you widen your eyes. You reject her offer; you already had a dress. It wasn't nearly as pretty as Veronica's, but you know that you'd still feel pretty in it. "Y/N, you're basically salivating over it. You wear the gray and I'll wear the navy," she lays the dress in your lap before you can object.

Smiling, you feel the material in your hands with a sigh. It was a pretty dress...."Thank you, V," you tell her as she smiles brightly. "Okay, you sit down and I'll get started on your hair."

Before you know it, four hours pass and Veronica is putting the final touches on your make up. "Look up," she instructs as you do so. She coats your bottom lashes with more mascara before screwing it shut. "All done," she hands you a mirror. "You look stunning. Seriously, Y/N."

As you look in the mirror, you love what you see. You had no idea Veronica was so talented when it came to cosmetics. She had swept a neutral champagne color across your lid so your dress could remain the main focal point of your look. The whole look was amazing and you turned around to tell her that, "You are a magician."