Riverdale Oneshots

Betty x Reggie

I apologise that I have been absent for a while. I have had placement exams and so on. I really like this chapter. Short and cute. 

Betty' POV: 

I was laying in my bed with my boyfriend, Reggie Mantle. Now to say my friends were shocked is an understatement; how does one go from the loner weirdo gang leader to the popular captain of the bulldogs? Well you see, Jughead and I no longer connected, he pushed me out of everything to keep me 'safe', but I couldn't take it. 2 months after Jughead and I broke up, Reggie and I began talking. Jughead was furious but it didn't stop me. Reggie began to take care of me and make sure I was safe and happy. Within a month we were dating and I was happier than I had been in a long time. Now we have been together for about 1 year. We were both in University, which at the time neither of us had really discussed university, but when it came to our choices both of our top schools were located in New York. I was studying at NYU, whilst Reggie got into Columbia with a football scholarship. 

We decided it would be easier to share the rent in New York, and rented a small flat with two bedrooms and a joint bathroom. And a conjoint living room, dining room and kitchen. I loved the apartment more than I ever thought I would love a place. Reggie and I had our own rooms if we needed space, but often one of us would end up in the others bed. 

"Babe," Reggie whispered looking down at me with a smile dancing on his lips. "what you thinking about?" he asked me. 

"I'm just thinking about how far we've got and how much I love you." I said nuzzling my head into his chest. he wrapped his arms around me and place a kiss on my head. I don't know how his arm doesn't become dead, being under me and all. "I love you too babygirl,"he whispered before we fell asleep. 

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2 weeks later: 

These past two weeks have been hectic for me. My mum called me to let me know that Fp and her had moved in together and Jughead had inherited my room. The place I grew up in was now in the hands of my ex, who didn't treat me great in the end. All the memories covered by the Pain. I tried to talk to her about it, but she merely didn't care and told me I was dramatic and worthless. I had to get help in calculus because I lost focus recently, meaning my grade dropped excessively. I need to get it back up by the end of the semester or I may have to drop the class. 

Sadly, the only person that could help me was Max. He was a lovely guy, don't get me wrong, but Reggie wasn't the biggest fan of him. I couldn't bare to tell Reggie everything in my head and how my depression and anxiety flared up again. He gets too worried and looses focus on football. As much as I love Reggie, he has a flare for sport and can get carried away in his ego, causing his grades to be just passing. I was proud of my bubba, but I couldn't risk it for him. 

It was now 9pm and I was at the bottom of our apartment district, heading up. I walked into the apartment and what i saw made me want to run and not come back for another day. Glass was shattered everywhere. The walls were a mess of colours. The kitchen was a mess and in the midst of it all was Reggie. Now when Reggie was mad, he had quite the temper but it never got this bad. I could see his knuckles bleeding and immediately ran to his side.  I went to grab his hands to calm him down, but he snatched them away. 

"Don't touch me!" He seethed with his booming voice. It scared me, but I wasn't going to say anything about that. "Reggie calm down please." I said trying to grasp him. He turned to look at me and in his eyes, all I could was pain. Heart breaking Pain. I went to put my hands on his cheeks but he grabbed my hand and pulled it off of me. Holding my wrist tight. 

"How could you do that to me? to us? Was I nothing?" Reggie ranted looking at me with so much hatred. I was shocked. 

"Do what?" I asked quietly. "You know what I mean, don't play stupid Elizabeth." he seethed. He never used my first name. I could feel my wrist throbbing by now, failing to mention it. Not finding the words to tell him he was hurting me. 

"I don't Reg, I really dont." I begged him just wanting to know what I did. He threw his cracked phone at me. His mates had seen me at a café with Max. It was a picture of Max looking at me, and what seemed like us holding hands. It was in reality a picture of my crying my eyes out because I didn't understand it and Max lay his hand on my forearm in attempts to calm me. Shit. 

"Reg I promise you it is not like that. Please let me explain." I said looking at him deep in the eyes so he would know I was being truthful. "Explain. Explain why you were slutting around with the guy that you know I don't like. Explain why you were whoring around with him? How long?" he yelled at me, not accepting it. I heard my heart physically break at the sounds of him accusing me of that. 

"I was not 'whoring' or 'slutting' around. I was getting math help because I let my grades fall and my teacher said it was that or I get kicked out of class! I need calculus to do advanced mechanics! Sure I have writing but I love mechanics! Jughead is living in my old room. My mum cares about him more than me and the last thing I heard her say was that I was worthless and she didn't care about me! I barely focused on school! I was crying my eyes out wanting you to be there and hating myself for being so imperfect! I couldn't get the maths and I broke down! Max didn't know what to do so he placed a comforting hand on my forearm! You are hurting me!" I yelled at him, cracking myself. I began crying, but god was I mad. I watched as his anger crumbled into concern. I felt as my hurt built into anger. He quickly let go of my wrist noticing what he had done and went to wrap me in his arms, but I walked off towards my room. 

I slammed my door closed and began crying my eyes out. "Betts talk to me please," Reg said slumping down on the other side. "Betty I am so sorry. Baby I love you more than life itself." He said obviously crying to himself. After a while of no response, he must have given up. "I'll give you space," He said walking from behind my door. I went to my bed and before I knew it I had cried myself to sleep. 

Reggie's POV: 

It was now 2:34 am and I still hadn't got a wink of sleep. I slowly got up and knocked on Betty's door. I could hear her softly snoring, something she often did when she fell asleep crying. I walked in and lay in the bed beside her. I needed her close to me. I needed her to know how much she meant to me. When I saw that picture, I didn't want to believe it but then I looked at it again and found my heart breaking. She could do so much better than me, I knew she could. The only reason I disliked Max is because he was better than me. 

I lay down beside her and watched her stir. She flipped over and looked at me with tired eyes. 

"I'm so sorry babygirl. I love you more than life itself. The idea of losing you petrified me so much that I wouldn't believe it at the start, but then I began to look at it more and more and I just broke down and got angry to cover up my pain. I never meant to hurt you and promise I never will again," I said as I took her wrist and slowly caressed it. she flinched slightly causing me to sigh. I did that to her. I would never forgive myself, but I knew in that moment, I had to stop thinking she deserved better and make myself into the man that she deserves. The best man I can be, even if I never reach what she truly deserves, I will try my damn best. "I'm going to work on being the best man you deserve. I hate myself for causing you pain, but I will do better and treat you better. I love you, please forgive me?" I whispered to her tired body. 

"Of course Bubba, I couldn't live without you. I would have been the same if the roles were switched. Please talk to me next time first. I love you," She replied to me, placing a kiss on my lips before nuzzling her head into my chest. I kissed her head and she fell asleep in my arms. 

From that day on, if I walked past a flower shop, I would go in a buy her some. I would take her out on a date at least once a week. I made sure she knew she was beautiful. I cooked for her whenever I had the chance to. I lay behind her and massaged her as she did her work. I suggested therapy for her mental health, which she agreed. In the end, I asked her to marry me and allow me to fully be hers. To call her my wife was my only wish. I loved this girl with everything I had. 

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A/N I love the fight make up stories, if the fight isn't too bad. 

Let me know what you think! 

Lots of love ~A