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falls nights with fangs fogarty

i put a spell on you (and now you’re mine)

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Summary: When Fangs accidentally mixes up your and Archie’s addresses, you end up with a gang of angry Serpents on your front porch. Little do you know, that night ends up being the beginning of a very complicated relationship between you, the dangerously sexy bad boy Sweet Pea, and your longtime crush Reggie Mantle. All you wanted to do that night was study for a test, but Sweet Pea was about to teach you lesson in Chemistry that you’ll never forget.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader, Reggie Mantle x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 16,541

PRETTY LIES || REGGIE MANTLE x OC 

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Pairings: Reggie Mantle/Lydia Boyd (OC); slight Moose Mason/Lydia Boyd (OC)

Word Count: 87,257

Warnings: explicit sexual content, language, teen drug and alcohol use, crude/misogynistic language and humor, abusive and neglectful parents, fighting/violence, religious themes (Specific warnings can be found at the beginning of each chapter)

Author’s Note: This fic originated when I thought to myself, why the heck doesn’t anyone seem to care Midge is dead? followed quickly by and how did Reggie get off scot-free for trying to kill Fangs? This fic was the answer to those questions.  Set during the summer after Season 2, this fic is an AU that explores how things might have gone had Riverdale given these poor kids some closure.

Thanks to @rivendell101 for the lovely graphic!

Summary:

Pastor’s daughter Lydia Boyd has been best friends with Midge Klump her whole life.  When her best friend is brutally murdered in front of her very eyes, she is forced to reconsider everything she’s ever known to be true.  Lydia used to think she had it all figured out, that life made sense, but a newfound relationship forged by grief with bad-boy jock Reggie Mantle makes her consider the possibility that the framework of her entire existence might be no more than a pretty lie.

Reggie Mantle knows he fucked up.  He’s made more mistakes than he can possibly count, and now the world is falling apart around him.  From an innocent crush, to a desire to belong, to the only friends he ever had, everything is being ripped away. He doesn’t know how things managed to spiral so far out of control, but he knows that she makes him feel safe.

In a year filled with grief, longing, mistakes, hatred, and doubt, Lydia and Reggie rediscover themselves and learn what it means not only to love unconditionally, but to allow yourself to be loved back.

Preview:

“Lydia,” Reggie asked, unsure if he could trust his eyes. “Is that wine?”

“Sure is,” she replied, unscrewing the top. “The finest off-brand communion wine.” Sighing she leaned back against the wall, her arm brushing against his. “Sometimes, when I feel like absolute shit, I snag some and come up here to get away.”

Reggie watched as she took the first sip of wine.  For a girl that was supposed to be the perfect little pastor’s daughter, she was sure full of surprises.  It wasn’t until she set the jug down and gave him a pointed look that Reggie realized he was staring.  Swallowing hard, he picked up the jug and downed a sip—it was possibly the cheapest wine he had ever tasted, but the effect it had on his headache was near-immediate. “What are you getting away from?”

“Mostly the crippling realization that my best friend is dead, but also my dad sometimes.”

Reggie’s eyes widened, and he attempted to sputter out a reply.  Before he could, though, she started laughing.

“Jeez, man, I was kidding.” She grabbed the wine and took another sip. “My parents are just a lot sometimes.”

“I get that.” Reggie exhaled slowly, running his hand through his hair and doing his best to keep his eyes fixed on the view instead of Lydia. “I really get that.”

“Want to talk about it?” She turned those piercing green eyes on him, and his heart started thudding. “You seem like the king of repressed issues.”

He scoffed, looking away before her eyes sucked him any deeper. “That may be true, but you’re definitely the queen.”

“Oooh, touché, you got me.” She passed him the wine, and her skin felt hot against his when he grabbed the jug. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Fangs Fogarty

Jubilee’s eyes lock with his as she reaches behind herself, fingers finding the clasp of her bra with ease. He tries not to look at her naked chest as she slides the straps down her arms slowly before letting the lacy thing tumble to the floor. “Where do you want me, Sweets?” she asks as her thumbs hook around the sides of her underwear and pull down.

Fuck me, is the only thing that comes to mind.

Focal Point || Sweet Pea x Jubilee Jones

moodboard for and fic by @rivendell101

memento mori

↳ remember that you will (have to) die

Years before the events of Riverdale, Malachai Martinez found a home with the Ghoulies on the Southside of Riverdale.  A savage, brutal gang, the Ghoulies have a reputation for taking in vulnerable kids, chewing them up, and spitting them back out, battered and even more broken than before.  With nothing but an abusive dad, a scared little sister, and a whole lot of rage, Malachai is exactly the kind of kid they’re looking for.

Naomi Martinez has lived a life of never-ending fear.  From the monsters on the streets to the monster in her very own home, she’s learned that the world is an unsafe place and no one can be trusted.  No one but her big brother Malachai.  And then, when he falls in with the exact men he’s always warned her about, her only option is to trust him, to trust that he’ll be able to keep her safe.

Cordelia Malcolm has had to grow up too fast.  Between her mom’s cancer and her dad’s drinking, she’s never had anyone she could trust. That is, until she meets Naomi Martinez.  She and Naomi become fast friends, and quickly Malachai becomes like a brother to her.  In the midst of their constant pain, the three kids somehow manage to construct a little family of their own, looking out for each other when no one else will.

Then, on the eve of Naomi’s eighteenth birthday, everything falls apart, and the tenuous family they’ve formed is obliterated, ripped apart by the realization that no one, not even the innocent ones, are safe on the Southside.

Reggie yanked at the restraints, and the headboard creaked dangerously. They weren’t even naked yet, but he already felt like fire was coursing through his veins. “Lydia, please,” he begged, his breath ragged.

“Break my headboard, and I’ll kill you, Mantle,” she replied, dragging her fingertips down his abs lightly. She followed with her lips, tracing the curves of his smooth muscles as she gripped the waistband of his boxers.

“Lydia, I will buy you a million headboards if you stop being such a tease.”

All Tied Up (Reggie Mantle x Lydia Boyd)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: sex

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: When Jubilee gives Lydia some ideas about how to spice up her sex life, Lydia works up the nerve to ask Reggie if he’d be interested.  She isn’t surprised when he eagerly says yes, and it turns out she just might like being in charge more than she would’ve thought.

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