Assorted Riverdale Imagines

Reggie- Stop Playing with My Heart

You ran your fingers through your hair, styling it for the party you we're going to later with Reggie. Your favorite song played lowly as you did the last touches to your hair, and you hum to it with a smile. You could hear Reggie coming up the stairs and you turn as the door slowly opens. He comes in, his hair hung over his eyes and a button up shirt, three buttons undone. His eyes travel your frame with a smile.
"You look amazing," he smiled. "Are you ready yet?"
"Almost... I just have to do one more thing," you say turning again grabbing a necklace he bought you to put on. "Now I am." You grab your purse and follow him back down the stairs and to the Chevelle. "Baby, tell me again whose party this is?"
"My friend, Kyle, he is from upstate," Reggie explains. "He comes down for the holidays to see his parents."
"What's the holiday?" You ask. "It's February."
"He calls it, No Fucksgiven," Reggie says and you snort a little. "He does whatever he wants. He hires caterers, bartenders, and rents a secluded place along the river towards Greendale."
"Obviously," you laugh. "Am I dressed well enough?" You ask feeling slightly insecure. "He seems uppity."
"He is... But, you look amazing," he says grabbing your hand. "Don't worry." He kisses your hand softly and leaves it on his face for a moment. "So, don't get worked up babe." You nod running your thumb over his.
The ride was shorter than you thought, as he pulled off the road down a long driveway. Cars were lined in the front. You could barely see all of them. He turns the car off and opens his door and you bounce your leg a little looking at all of the people already lined at the door. He opens your door and pulls you into him tightly, giving you a kiss on your forehead. You lean into him for a moment putting a hand on his chest, your thumb grazing his bare skin.
"Come on," he says wrapping his arm around you. Music beat through the house as he passed the line meeting someone at the front. "Hey, Dylan, hows the bachelor life handling you?"
"Not bad, not bad," the man says. "Haven't seen you in a while, Manty, Who's the girl?" He looks you up and down.
"This is Y/N," Reggie says. "You letting me in?"
"Of course," Dylan nods letting the two of you pass through. "I'll catch up with you, Manty."
"Manty?" You giggle and he rolls his eyes with a smile. "You wouldn't mind if I started calling you that, would you?"
"Do not," he says. "Don't call me that, ever."
"Fine," you say defensively. "This place is beautiful. Even better than Cheryl's mansion."
"Don't say that too loud. She's got ears everywhere and I would not be surprised if she was here," he warns. "I am going to go get drinks, stay here." You nod watching him walk through the crowd, carelessly.
"Hey!" A guy comes up with a smile. "You look great."
"Thanks," you smile back politely. "You do too. Love the gold. It's very Brendon Urie."
"Thanks, Kyle gifted me this shirt a year ago," he shrugs. "That's the guy who sings with Benny Blanco, right?"
You swallow back a laugh, "yes. And he is an amazing artist himself. You should look into it."
"Maybe I will..." his eyes travel your body for a moment. "You should dance with me. A girl like you on my arm would steal the show."
"Stealing the show isn't my thing," you say with a shrug. "But, I am sure that line works with all of these girls around here, doesn't it?"
"Usually," he said with a laugh. "You're smarter though. I see that now, my names Derek, you can call me Der though. All my friends call me that."
"Didn't know we were friends," you laugh. "And I like to think I'm smarter than the lot, here. I am Y/N. And before you get too far in this charade. I am here with someone."
"Well, I don't see anyone," he gestures.
"Maybe you should use your eyes then," Reggie startled you. "She's with me, Derek."
"Oh, Reg," Derek smiles widely. "I haven't seen you around lately. Is this your girl then?"
"Yes," Reggie hands your drink to you. "She is."
"Nice. She's fine," Derek says. "Honestly, Is love to have a girl like her on my arm. She's feisty too."
"Oh, I know," Reggie said wrapping his arm around your waist. You lean in embracing his musty scent of cologne and maple. "Go find another girl to play with."
"Oh come on Reggie," Derek sighs. "Can't you take one for the team? We were having fun."
"I'm sure."
"We were, weren't we?" He looks at you now. "I asked you to dance and you complimented my shirt."
"That's conversation," you say.
"So, you don't want anything from me? At all?" He asks. "Not a nice jewelry set or car?"
"Derek, back off before I make you," Reggie said. "She's not interested in your games. She's mine." Hearing Reggie take claim over you was both amazingly hot and extremely degrading. You run your hand down his back.
"Fine," Derek sighed. "But, when you get bored of him because he can't give you what you want. Find me." He turns quickly and disappears into the crowd.
"Babe," you say calmly, feeling his anger radiate off of him. "It's okay. He's not worth getting angry over."
    "Kyle is coming," Reggie mumbled though his grip on your side loosened. "Kyle, you should start having more of these. I haven't had a night like this in a while."
    "Manty," the boy smiled. "Happy No Fucksgiven! Who's the girl?" He looks to you and his brown eyes meet yours. "I'm Kyle."
    "Happy no Fucksgiven, man," Reggie smiles giving him a quick hug. "This place is even better than the last one."
    "Thanks," he says before looking back at you. "How do you know Reggie?"      
     You look at Reggie for a moment, trying to read the situation. "I'm Y/N," you hold your hand out, which he takes. He places his lips on your hand for a second and his eyes meet yours. "I'm Reggie's girlfriend."
    "I should've known. Reggie always gets the hot ones," he says. "So, Reggie, is she ready for the best night of her life?"
    "Depends on what you mean," Reggie says and Kyle does a gesture that seemed vulgar. "She definitely is not that type of girl. Sorry, bro, but there are a whole bunch of eligible girls here. Like, there is a little Kim K."
    "Did you even ask her?" Kyle says. "I'll do it. Go fetch some drinks Manty while I show miss Y/N around. So she doesn't get lost."
    "We are fine," Reggie insists. "I'll go with you."
    "Reggie, nothing happens without you. You know that. Now go fetch the drinks," Kyle orders and Reggie looks at you for a moment, then turns to the bar. "Great! Now, Y/N, this place is actually my mother's stepmom's guest home. I decided to go cheaper this year so I could get better booze and shit. So, all of the pictures are genuine family pictures of us. See here, that's my dad. Very political, but loves a good gamble. He bets on sports. My stepmom, Trisha, is an artist. She likes to paint all of these." He gestures to the multiple canvases. "Do you paint?"
    "Occasionally," you shrug. "These are fantastic. She's talented."
    "She really is." He nods bringing you up the stairs. "My father met Trisha in high school. He, my mother and Trisha graduated together. I've known Trisha for as long as I can remember, sometimes I wonder what life would be like without her. Probably brining as she is the only color in the family. And I mean that as in artistically. Everyone else is very black and white. This is of my graduation. There is little Reggie too." He points to a young Reggie, clean faced and dressed in pastel. "Reggie and I go back to elementary. I kicked a guys ass for calling him some racist name. I can't even remember what is was. But, he's always been like a little brother. We share everything with one another."
    "Everything? Doesn't using the same loofa lead to more infection?" You ask and he laughs. "But, I honestly had no idea you were so close."
    "Well, when I went off to college we had a falling out. Only see each other at family get together and of course this. It's hard when one of you is in college and the other is stuck in a boring high school," He explains. "But, we are still close. You don't have to see your brother every day. You don't have to talk to him either. To know he's your brother."
    "You are right."
    "This is my room. Do not say a thing about the lack of trophies. I am not as athletically gifted as Manty. Now, you tell me a little about yourself so I am not so... exposed," he chuckled.
    "I've lived in Riverdale my whole life, so I grew up with Reggie. We didn't really speak until two years ago when Riverdale became murder city," you say. "And, I guess ever since we have kinda been best friends. He's been through a lot these last few years."
    "I've heard. Is it hard being his rock, since he's so broken?" He asks. "He's always been a little cracked mirror waiting to fall apart."
    "No," you laugh looking at the plethora of pictures. "I like helping him reassemble."
    "So, what broke you?" Kyle sits on the bed and pats the spot next to him. "Something had to of. I can see it."
    "I used to date Reggie's team mate... Jason. When he passed, I really didn't know what to do. Then I found out about his other life and Reggie helped me. We helped each other get over the death of a friend," you shrug. "But this really isn't party talk." Kyle is unbelievably close to you, you could feel his breath on your neck. You didn't move for a moment, frozen in confusion. Then his face gets close to yours.
    "Y/N," you hear Reggie call up the stairs. "You up here?"
    "In here." He pushes the door open with his elbow. "Hey." You jump away going to Reggie.
    "What's going on?" Reggie asked putting down the drinks. "What did he say?"
    "Calm down Mantle. I didn't say anything. I just told her about us," Kyle rolls his eyes.
    "What?"
    "Reggie and I share everything," Kyle shrugs. "But I don't think this is something. No matter how bad I would love too." You look at Reggie horrified. "I guess I will find someone downstairs who will have me. But, don't hesitate to call if you ever want to."
    "Don't touch her," Reggie almost barks as Kyle goes to reach for your hand. "Just go find someone else. She is mine." He moves aside letting Kyle pass through and then the door shuts. "Sorry baby, I couldn't find you."
    "You shared girls? Did you ever think about..." you look up at him.
    "No!" He grabs your hands bringing you to the bed. "I never wanted anyone else to touch you. I didn't want anyone even looking at you. When Jason would hold you close, I wanted to kill him. Believe me, Y/N. I knew for so long that I wanted to be the only person to even lay a finger on you. And I will never let any of these dicks do anything to you."
    "What girls did you share?" You ask. "Camille? Veronica?"
    "No. I never shared people I went out with. I promise," he said. "And that was the old me. I'm not like that you know that! Please tell me you know that."
    You take a deep breath before nodding, "you should've told me before we got here." You lean into his chest. "I could've been more prepared. And from now on, I want you to always address me as yours." You look up placing your lips on his and your left hand scrunches his hair.
    "You liked that? You like when I call you mine?" He asked pulling you on top of him. You nod as his hands fall to your sides. "Good because I love it. And you are all mine." You kiss down his neck as his face is buried in your hair. "I love you."
     "I love you too," you say with a smile.