#reggie mantle x lydia boyd

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So I spent all of last night binge reading @southsidewrites fic Pretty Lies, a post-S2 fic exploring the relationship between Reggie Mantle and Becca’s OC Lydia Boyd. Lydia has had my whole heart for so long now and it was amazing to finally read the fic where it all started!

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Be Mine (Reggie x OC)

A college-AU Rydia drabble requested by @rivendell101​ from the @riverdale-events​ Tricks & Treats mini game.  I didn’t quite use the line, but I think I definitely captured the spirit of it!  Enjoy!

55. “I know what you should be for Halloween: mine.”

Reggie Mantle x OC | 1k words

Lydia flopped onto the floor with a groan, the layer of clothes scattered across the floor providing a surprisingly comfy landing. “What am I going to do, Jubilee?” Groaning, she rolled onto her stomach to look at her friend who was sitting on the bed. “Everyone is going to be at this party, and I need to look amazing.”

“And you will,” Jubilee answered, rolling her eyes as she looked up from her phone. “Assuming you ever decide what you’re going to be.”

“Why did I put this off so long?” she whined, burying her face in a particularly tall pile of clothes. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Well, to be fair, you were bound and determined not to go until Midge spilled that Mantle will be there.”

Lydia scoffed, her face turning bright red. “That is absolutely not why I decided to go.  Reggie had nothing to do with it.”

“Sure,” Jubilee drawled, giving her a skeptical look. “It’s entirely irrelevant that they guy you’ve been crushing on since Freshman year is going to be there—makes sense.”

Biting back yet another annoyed groan, Lydia grabbed one of the many pieces of clothing scattered on the floor and covered her face with it. “I have not had a crush on him since Freshman year.  Hell, I barely even knew the guy until he was in my English class this semester.”

Jubilee rolled her eyes. “And I’m sure it’s entirely coincidental that he never seems to remember the homework and has to text you every other night.”

“He’s very busy with football,” Lydia said defensively, finally sitting up to look at Jubilee. “He forgets to write things down.”

Jubilee laughed, her shoulders heaving. “You have got to be kidding me—not only do you have a crush on him, you’re in utter denial that he has a thing for you, too.”

Lydia scoffed. “He does not have a thing for me,” she replied, rolling her eyes and praying that she wasn’t blushing. “He’s the captain of the football team, almost a household name in college football, and nearly every girl on campus is in love with him.  I’m amazed he even remembers my name.  There’s no way he sees me as more than the nerd in English class who always knows the homework.”

“I can’t even reason with you.” Jubilee hopped off the bed, shaking her head as she went. “Now, you better figure your shit out and put a costume together because we’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”

With an annoyed huff, Lydia collapsed back into the pile of clothes. “I hate Halloween.”

~

Thanks to some quick thinking and a raid of Jubilee’s closet, Lydia somehow managed to find herself a costume—black jeans, a terrifyingly tight black crop top, and a pair of cat ears to complete the look.  Jubilee helped her with makeup, and when she looked in the mirror, Lydia had to admit that she almost looked hot.

The party was exactly what she expected—blaring music, bad punch, cheap beer, and hordes of people grinding on the makeshift dancefloor.  Lydia remembered in a heartbeat why she hated house parties. Within minutes, Jubilee had found Sweet Pea and made her way to the dancefloor, leaving Lydia to scrounge for drinks alone.

She recognized his laugh as soon as she walked into the kitchen.

Reggie Mantle was standing by the island, filling an orange solo cup with punch and laughing at something one of the other guys was saying.  At first glance, Lydia thought he was naked, his entire torso exposed over the counter.  It was only on the second look that she managed to pull her mouth shut and notice the loincloth.  The insanely attractive asshole would go as Tarzan.

When he looked up, his eyes widened, his lips parting slightly. “Lydia?”

Walking the rest of the way into the kitchen, she grabbed a cup from the pile as casually as she could when her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. “Hey, Reggie.”

His eyes were moving up and down her body, and it took him a minute to put together words. “You—um—look—well, fuck.”

She laughed, her heart now threatening to rocket off of the planet entirely.  Smirking, she leaned onto the island, reaching to grab a cup and giving him what was sure to be an excellent view down the front of her low-cut top. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you—uh—don’t normally dress like that.” He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening as he managed to take a breath. “You look great.”

She rolled her eyes, glad the room was dark enough that he wouldn’t see how hard she was blushing. “Thanks.  I had a bitch of a time finding a costume.”

He nodded, licking his lips as he walked around the island to stand next to her.  Lydia could practically feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned on the counter, his body just inches from hers. His lips curved into a familiar smirk. “Really?  Because I have an absolutely perfect idea for you.”

“Yeah?” She bit back a laugh. “And what’s that?”

His grin softened, and he leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Be mine.”

Her jaw dropped open, and it took a moment before Lydia could even think of a response. “Are you serious?” she blurted.

“I am.” Laughing, he snaked his arm around her on the counter, nearly touching her but leaving a sliver of space. “And while I may have asked in the dumbest way humanly possible, I would love to go out with you, Lydia.”

Slowly, she nodded, leaning in closer and closing the gap between their bodies.  Feeling more courageous than she had in her life, she rested her hand on his chest, running her fingertips over the smooth muscle. “I’d love to, Reggie.”

His hand moved to her hip, pulling her slight frame even tighter against him with an uncontainable grin. “Awesome.  Want to dance?”

“I’d love to.”

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Fandom Character List / Guidelines

Hello everyone! Here is a list of fandoms, and characters within those fandoms I will definitely be able to write for! Feel free to request from outside of these characters and fandoms, though I may or may not be able to fulfill your request!

I write Ficlets/Imagines/One-shots

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher, Ian Gallagher, Kevin Bell, Mickey Milkavich

Riverdale

Jughead Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweet Pea, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Malachai

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby, Alfie Solomans, Arthur Shelby, ‘Polly Grey - Maybe’, John Shelby, Ada 

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia

Bones

Brenan, Lance Sweets, James Aubrey, Wendell Bray

Divergent

Tobias Eaton, Eric, Tori, Al

Marvel

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Natasha R., Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint, Wanda M., Loki, Bucky, Wade Wilson

DC Universe 

Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Joker, Harley Quinn

The Flash

Barry Allen, Cisco 

Arrow 

Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen, Roy Harper, John Diggle, Sin, Tommy Merlin, Nyssa Al Ghul

Into the Spiderverse

Spiderman

Venom 

Eddie Brock

Supernatural

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Lucifer, Bobby Singer - Not Romantically, Gabriel, Jody Mills, Kevin Tran, Gadreel, Alex, Claire

Good Omens

Crowley, Aziraphael

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore, Niklaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Katherine Pierce, Bonnie Bennet, Jeremy Gilbert, Alaric Saltzman, Elijah Mikaelson, Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donavan, Rebekah Mikaelson, Lexi, Jenna Sommers, Vicki Donavan

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Liam, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Cora Hale, Brett Talbot, Danny Mahalani, Ethen, Aiden, Mason, Boyd, Laura Hale

Twilight

Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Jasper Hale, Victoria, Emmett Cullen, Esme Cullen, Sam Uley, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Seth Clearwater, Leah Clearwater, Carlisle Cullen

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasly, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Viktur Krum, Hermione Granger

Maleficent

Maleficent, Diaval

The Hobbit

Bilbo Baggins, Thorin, Thranduil, Beord, Bard, Dwalin, Kili, Fili

Lord of the Rings

Aragorn, Legolas, Samwise Gamgee, Haldir

HTTYD Race To The Edge

Hiccup, Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Stoik, Heather, Dagur

Croods

Eep, Guy, Croods Family x Son!Reader

Ed Edd n Eddy

Nazz, Edd, Eddy, Kevin

BNHA

Bakugo, Kaminari, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Dabi, Iida, Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada 

Yuri On Ice

Otabek, Yuri, Yuuri, Victor, Phichit, Christophe, Kenjirou

Greek Gods / Goddesses / DemiGods

Right now, I do not have a preference on who I will and will not write for involving Greek Mythology. There isn’t a single one I imagine saying no to at the moment!

Any ships requested must be appropriately aged characters. I will gladly write for aged up character ships but will not write for ships involving adult x minor. I appreciate your support in this, but I do not need it. Thank you and happy reading!

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Moodboard: Pretty Lies (multi-chapter series) by @southsidewrites

Reggie Mantle x Lydia Boyd

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Pretty Lies (multi-chapter series) by @southsidewrites

Reggie Mantle x (oc) Lydia Boyd

Dumb In Love.

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“What the fuck?” Sweet Pea grabbed Lydia’s hips, doing his best not to stare at any part of her nearly-naked body.  He shoved her off him, and she woke with a start.

“What the—” She cut off, her green eyes widening. “Sweet Pea?  What the hell?”  Lydia scrambled back on the bed, grabbing at any blanket she could reach to pull it on top of her.

Sweet Pea helped, tossing the blankets at her with his eyes squeezed firmly shut. “What are you doing in my bed, Boyd?”

Summary: When Sweet Pea wakes up in bed with Reggie Mantle’s girlfriend after a crazy night out, he knows that something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Pairings: Sweet Pea x OC, Reggie Mantle x OC

Word Count: 2018

Warnings: language

Written late for the @southsidearchive daily prompt, “morning.”  Huge thanks to @rivendell101 for the creation of Jubilee and for convincing me to write this.

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Thanks to @sweetfogarty​ for the ask!  A cute little Rydia drabble for the following prompt for @riverdale-events​ Tricks and Treats of Riverdale!

35.  Carving other fruits and vegetables because of a pumpkin shortage.

Reggie x Lydia | 676 words

“Alright, just a few more steps, and then you can open your eyes.” Reggie’s hands rested lightly on Lydia’s shoulders, guiding her blindfolded through the house.

“This better be good, Reggie,” she laughed, keeping her hands loosely in front of her. “I was promised the most spectacular fall date of my life, and I’m really skeptical of your abilities to do that inside the house.”

“Babe, there’s only so much I can do when it’s raining out.” Laughing, he leaned in close to her cheek. “I can guarantee that it’s going to be amazing, though.”

Her hands brushed against the cool wooden surface of the kitchen table, and she came to a stop.  Right away, she was overcome with the sweet, spicy smells that filled the room—pumpkin pie baking and apple cider boiling on the stovetop. The room was warm and cozy, and even with a blindfold on, she could tell that the lights were dimmed.

“Can I look yet?” she asked, lifting her hand to the blindfold and getting ready to pull it off.  Her lips curved into a smile.

Reggie’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her body tight against his.  His lips were inches from her ear. “Go for it, beautiful.”

Lydia tugged off the blindfold, and as soon as she saw the table, her jaw dropped. “Reggie, what the hell?” she laughed.

Scattered on the table, in addition to all the usual pumpkin carving tools, was an assortment of fruit—zucchini, apples, eggplants, potatoes, a watermelon, and even a coconut.  There was not a pumpkin to be seen.

Laughing, he brushed her hair aside to press a soft kiss into her neck. “The pumpkin patch was closed because of the rain, so I had to make do with what I could find at the grocery store.” She grinned. “I tried to pick things that seemed carve-able.”

Her shoulders shook slightly as she laughed. “Well, these all look very carve-able.” Grinning, she picked up an eggplant, running her fingertips over the smooth surface. “Are you going to be just as much of a baby about gutting these as you would a pumpkin?”

“A baby?” Reggie scoffed, shrugging off his sweatshirt and tossing it over the back of a chair. “I happen to think it’s very reasonable not to want to get elbow-deep in pumpkin goo.”

“And I happen to think you’re a baby.” Her smile widened as she slipped off her cardigan, tossing it on top of Reggie’s sweatshirt. “Now, are you going to help me make a watermelon jack-o-lantern or not?”

“Depends, can I eat the watermelon?”

Rolling her eyes, she picked up the biggest carving knife and started slicing the top off the watermelon. “You can eat whatever you want, Reg.”

“Whatever I want?” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Does that include—”

“Reggie!” She cut him off with a laugh. “If you’re not going to be helpful with carving, can you at least get me a mug of cider?”

“Sure thing, babe.” He kissed her on the cheek before walking over to the stove. “Want rum in yours?”

“Is that even a question?” she scoffed. “Of course, I want rum in mine.”

Reggie returned to the table, a mug in each hand, and handed one to her. “So, how’d I do on the perfect fall date?”

“Depends on how it ends.” She took a sip, setting down the mug to resume carving up the watermelon. “Can we light a fire in the fireplace later and watch Hocus Pocus?”

He picked up an apple and one of the smaller knives, attempting to carve an awkward smiley face into the surface. “May I offer a slight counter-proposal?”

She set down the watermelon, her eyebrows raising skeptically. “Okay, I’ll hear you out.  What’s your counter-proposal?”

Setting down the apple, he leaned in close. “I say we light the fireplace…” He brushed her hair off her neck, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Lay down a few blankets…”

Lydia’s breath caught, and she grabbed his hand with her own. “Deal.”

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Lydia watched in horror as the bra ripped out of her hand and took to the air. Everything moved in slow motion as it began to soar, cutting through the room like a missile. Her jaw dropped, and she managed to look away from it for just long enough to see where it was going—

Directly toward the hot guy.

Summary: A few weeks after moving into a new apartment building, Lydia already hates her new laundry room.  That is, until a painfully embarrassing encounter with her hot new neighbor that ends better than she could have ever imaged.

Word Count: 2470

Rating: Teen

READ ON A03 ABOVE

Written for Theme Six (Meet Cute) of @riverdale-events Camp Riverdale.

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Rydia + reggie is gagged

Well, this was longer than intended.  1.5k words of pure smut for the Kink Week mini game below!

Lydia bit back a gasp as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.  Reggie’s fingertips dug into her hips,pressing her down on his growing erection. She rocked her hips into his, wishing there were fewer layers of clothesbetween them. “Hey, Reg,” she breathed, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he managed, his breath heavy as he looked up at her.  His hair was already rumpled, the stylecompletely ruined the moment she ran her hands through it. “What’s up?”

Biting back a moan, Lydia tried not to focus on the fact hewas still grinding his hips into hers, teasing her incessantly. “I want to trysomething.”

“What’s that?” He started running his hands up her shirt,pushing it up to expose her waist.  Hisfingertips were rough against her skin, teasing as he traced them along thecurve of her ribs.

“Stop it,” she whined, pushing his hand down and forcing herselfto concentrate. “I need you to listen to me because it’s a little weird.”

“A little weird?” He smirked, pulling her close for a kiss. “That’spractically my middle name, angel.”

Lydia rolled her eyes before obliging another kiss. “Okayfine.  It’s just that—” she cut off,considering her next words carefully. “Well, it’s not something I feel like you’dnormally be into, but Jubilee gave me the idea, and now I just can’t seem toget it out of my head,” she finished, biting her lip as she gave him hersweetest possible look.

“Oh damn, you’re pulling out the cute face,” he mused,wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing her body into his. “It must bereally weird.”

“Cute face?” she scoffed, her green eyes lighting upmischievously. “Aren’t all my faces cute?”

“Course they are,” he replied, running his hand through hermessy curls. “But that one’s especially cute.”

Lydia grinned. “So, you’ll hear me out?”

“Always, beautiful.”

She took a steadying breath, trying not to let her lips quirkinto an amused smile. “I want to gag you.”

Reggie’s eyes widened, and his throat bobbed in a harsh swallow.  In an instant, he seemed to forget how tospeak.  His mind was racing.  Sure, they’d tried some kinky stuff before,and he definitely didn’t mind Lydia being in charge, but a gag?  That was a lot.  She did say Sweet Pea had done it, though,and if Sweet Pea could handle it, he sure as hell could, too.  His mind made up, Reggie shifted, suddenlyaware of just how turned on he was. “I—um—fuck, babe, while I’m tied up?”

She shrugged, resting her arms on his shoulders.  Lightly, she dragged her lips up his neck,peppering him with soft kisses. “Kinda defeats the purpose if you can just takeit off, doesn’t it?”

Reggie choked out a moan as Lydia sucked hard just below hisear.  “Fuck.”

“Is that a yes, Reg?” her voice was soft, almostinnocent-sounding, like she hadn’t just proposed not only tying him to the bed,but gagging him, too. “I really, really, want to.”

“Yes, Lyds,” he grunted, gripping her hips more tightly tolift her off the couch. “But only because you’re cute.”

She laughed, clinging to him tightly as he started down thehall. “You sure it’s not because I’m insanely sexy?”

“That too.” Grinning he sat down on the bed, pulling her ontop of him. “And let me guess—you came prepared?”

“Always do.” She smirked, climbing off him for a moment torifle through one of her drawers.  Whenshe walked back to the bed, she was holding a black scarf and the gag, a blackball with leather straps that looked a lot more intimidating than he’dimagined. “Take your clothes off, Reg.”

He couldn’t rip his eyes away from her as she set the gag downto start taking off her own clothes, revealing a matching red lace bra and pantiesset.  Reggie nearly tore his clothes offin a frenzy, sitting up to reach for her. “Fuck, Lyds.”

“You like it?” she asked, smiling flirtatiously. “It’s new.”  She turned around, and his eyes nearly poppedout of his head when he saw it was a thong—Lydia never wore thongs.  She had been planning this all along.

“You came really fucking prepared.” He yanked off his boxers, wrappinghis hand around his throbbing cock.

“My job,” she pouted, climbing onto the bed to crawl over tohim. “Put your hands up, babe.”

He lifted his hands above his head, allowing her to secure himquickly to the headboard.  He was almostready to explode, his eyes running up and down her body.  He wanted so badly to be touching her, to bepulling her hips down on his, and—

“That good, Reg?” she asked, testing the knots. “Feel okay?”

“Mhm, yup, definitely,” he replied, lifting his head towardhers. “Now, come here.”

She grinned, leaning in for a quick kiss but making sure tokeep the rest of her body away from his. “Now, now, Reggie, I thought I was incharge here?”

He nearly choked, and he wondered if it was possible to comefrom words alone. “Fuck, Lyds, I need you on me right now.”

“I need you to open your mouth.” She picked up the gag fromthe side of the bed, fingering the straps absentmindedly. “C’mon, open up.”

Reggie took a deep breath and opened his mouth.  She climbed on top of him, sitting on hiships and pressing her slick heat into his cock. He could feel how wet she was through the thin layer of lace, and hismoan was choked out as she slid the gag into his mouth.

“That’s better,” she mused, running her fingertip along theedge of the cool leather strap. “You look good with a gag, Reg.”

He moaned into the gag, bucking his hips against hers.  She gasped, dropping her hands to his chestto hold herself upright.  Then, sheleaned over, grabbing something off the bedside table and pressing it into hishand.

Reggie blinked confusedly, running his fingertips over whatfelt like a small plastic tube.  He triedto look up, but he couldn’t see it.

“It’s lip balm,” she answered, laughing. “You can’t safe wordwith a gag in your mouth, so you just drop it if you need me to stop.  It was the first thing I could find.”

Reggie tried to say something, only to groan with irritationwhen he realized he couldn’t.

“So, Reg, you ready to fuck me?” she asked, running her handsdown his chest as she grinded into him. “Because you look really fucking hotright now, and I’m not sure how long I can wait.”

He moaned, nodding hard as he bucked his hips into hers.  She was so hot and wet, and he already didn’tknow how much longer he could last.

Smirking, Lydia slid back and forth along his cock, draggingit against her core. “Fuck, you’re so hard.” Her eyes drifted shut as she bither lip. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

Reggie moaned loudly, begging her through the gag.  His entire body was tense, his shoulder sorefrom yanking against his restraints.  Heyanked hard on the scarf, and the headboard creaked.

“So impatient,” she drawled, reaching down to pull aside herpanties.  Running her fingers through herfolds, she let out a shuddering moan. “Ready to fuck me, Reggie?”

“Mhm,” he managed, his muffled moans getting more and moreinsistent.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She sat up on her knees, liningherself up before sinking onto him.  Hermouth dropped open as she let out a moan. He slid in easily, immediately starting to thrust up into her.  Lydia fought to keep herself upright, herhands pressed into his chest to hold herself up. “Fuck, Reggie, yes.  Fuck me, babe.”

He thrust harder, his core muscles straining without the useof his arms.  Lydia was rolling her hipsinto his, her hand on her clit as she urged on her orgasm. “I’m going to come,babe,” she panted, cut off by a moan. “You feel so fucking good, babe.  Oh my God, I—” Her orgasm ripped through her,and she nearly screamed into his chest as she collapsed onto him.

Reggie kept thrusting, impossibly close.  As soon as she squeezed around him, her moansgetting more and more incoherent, his thrusts got more ragged.  He pounded into her, moaning through the gagas Lydia’s body went limp on top of him. Then, he came hard, the scarf the only thing keeping him even somewhatsteady.

As he finished, Lydia managed to catch her breath, urging himon with soft kisses.  When he finallyrelaxed back into the bed, she reached around him unclipping the gag. “Yougood, babe?” she asked, cupping his jaw to rub her finger along the lines wherethe leather had dug in. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I need you to kiss me,” he replied, lifting his headtoward hers.

Lydia pressed her lips into his, still holding his face withone hand and using the other to loosen the knots around his wrists enough forhim to pull free.  Reggie’s hands flew toher waist, rolling her over to kiss her heatedly. “Oh,” he breathed, “I’m alsogoing to need you to wear that red thong more often.”

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Apple Bobbing (Reggie x OC)

Just a little drabble for the @southsidearchive daily prompt “apple bobbing.”  Also, my first of (hopefully many drabbles for my Halloween 2019 drabble collection!

Reggie Mantle x OC | 292 words

“…eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve!” Chuck shouted. “And we have a winner!  Way to fucking go, Mantle.” Chuck slapped Reggie on the back, handing him a beer.

Laughing, Reggie shook out his hair, spraying water everywhere before taking a big sip. “What can I say?  I’m good with my mouth.” He shot a wink at Lydia, who just rolled her eyes in response.

Taking a sip of her bright orange punch, she walked over to him, eyeing him skeptically. “Done shaking your hair out?”

“Sure am.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close and leaning in for a kiss.

“Woah, there,” she laughed, lifting a hand to his chest to hold him back. “Keep those apple-bobbing lips away from me.”

His eyebrows furrowed, his grip on her waist slacking. “What do you mean?”

She gave a pointed look at the apple barrel, her nose wrinkling.  The water was far from clear, flecked with little swirls of debris and cloudiness. “You do see that water, don’t you?  I love kissing you, but I’m not really in the mood to kiss every drunk idiot that’s stuck their head in that barrel.”

He rolled his eyes, taking another sip of beer. “You know, alcohol kills germs, so I think this beer cancels out anything gross.” His lips curved into a mischievous grin, and he leaned in to kiss her again.

“Reggie, no!” she shrieked, dipping out of his grip and nearly spilling her drink down the front of her shirt as she started away from him and back toward the corner where she had been hanging out with Midge and Jubilee. “It’s too gross!”

“But, babe, my victory kiss!” he called, biting back a laugh.

“Maybe if you brush your teeth first!”

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Basement (Reggie Mantle x OC)

A fluffy (and almost smutty) drabble in which Reggie and Lydia relive their teen years in the church basement when they come home for Christmas.   Written for @southsidearchive‘s daily prompt, “basement.”

945 words || Reggie Mantle x OC

“C’mon, Reggie,” Lydia grumbled, grabbing his arm and nearly yanking him out of the car. “Church is going to start any minute.”

“I know, babe,” he replied, leisurely getting out of the car and shutting the door. “That’s why I’m taking my time.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and shoved her hands into her pocket and she started marching across the snowy church parking lot. “I don’t even want to imagine the look my mother would give us if we walked into church late on Christmas, Reggie.  She’s saving us seats in front of everybody, you know.”

“Oh, no,” he droned, taking his time as he walked behind her. “All the church busybodies will know we were running late.”

Grumbling something that sounded shockingly obscene, Lydia kept walking, reaching the building and throwing the door open with a huff.  Quickly, she took off her puffy winter coat, tossing it haphazardly on a hanger in the coat area.  Reggie followed behind, taking the time to carefully remove his coat and hang it very deliberately on a hanger.  Then, when he finished with his, he took the time to fix Lydia’s.

“I’m going to kill you,” she whispered under her breath, regripping his hand and yanking him toward the sanctuary.

Reggie smirked as he let her pull him through the church.  Twice a year, he was forced to make the trip to Riverdale Community Church instead of the infinitely more casual church Lydia usually attended.  She insisted that it was important to her parents that they make it on Christmas and Easter, nothing more.

He insisted that he would rather eat nails than listen to his father-in-law drone for an hour and a half.

They slipped down the side of the sanctuary, sneaking into the front row pew just second before the beginning of the opening hymn.  Lydia’s mom, Hannah, gave Reggie a knowing look, shaking her head as she bit back a slight smile.  He grinned, particularly pleased with himself, and then settled in to try not to fall asleep.

Reggie couldn’t stand sitting in the front of the church—there wasn’t enough to look at when his mind started to wander.  He knew that, behind him, the Coopers would undoubtedly be wearing some assortment of dumb Christmas sweaters, but he couldn’t risk turning around to look.  Moose and Chuck would probably be there, too, making the annual trip to church with their own families and making fun of his unfortunate ass for sitting in the front row.

Next to him, Lydia shifted, tugging at the collar of her turtleneck sweater that he knew made her uncomfortable.  She leaned in a little close to Reggie, absentmindedly resting her hand on his knee. He smiled as the diamond on her finger caught the light—it had been a year and a half since the wedding, and the sight of that ring on her finger never got old.

The rest of the service passed in a long, slow, boring blur, and Reggie nearly leaped out of his seat when it ended.  Lydia rolled her eyes again, taking his hand in hers as they walked out of the sanctuary.

“So, what time is your mom expecting us for lunch?” she asked as they made their way into the lobby, already tired of the forced family festivities.

Reggie shrugged, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “I think she said eleven, but I wouldn’t hold me to that.” He glanced toward the exit, and then something else caught his eye—the stairs. “In the meantime, though, babe, I think I have an idea.”

She gave him a confused look, trying to follow his gaze but not finding anything. “What are you talking about?”

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her into a tight embrace, lowering his lips to her ear to whisper under his breath. “It’s been a long time since we hooked up in the church basement.”

Her jaw dropped. “Reggie, it’s Christmas!”

He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “You weren’t so worried that one Easter when we were seventeen.”

“Well, we’re not seventeen anymore, and we can’t just—” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “We can’t just have sex in the basement of my father’s church.”

“Wanna bet?” He grinned mischievously, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “I bet that one supply closet still has that pointless lock on the inside.”

Her eyes widened, and she glanced around suspiciously. “If we do this, we never speak of it again.”

“Deal,” he answered, his voice low and urgent. This time, it was his turn to grab her hand and pull her away at a hurried pace.

Lydia bit back a laugh as they ducked through the crowd of people toward the stairs.  She double-checked to make sure no one was looking, and then they slid through the door.  Once they were alone in the dark, quiet hall, they both relaxed, the familiar sights and smells of the place their relationship started overtaking them.

Despite having not been there in years, Reggie found the closet easily, pulling in Lydia with him. With a smirk, he pinned her against the door, catching her lips in a heated kiss.  Lydia wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight against her as they made out.

“This is so wrong,” she murmured, dropping her legs to the floor as she struggled out of her sweater.

“Oh yeah,” he agreed. “Definitely going to hell.”

Lydia rolled her eyes, tossing her top aside and reaching for his sweater next. “Just shut up and do something useful with your mouth.”

Tossing his shirt aside, he licked his lips as he dropped to his knees. “Gladly.”

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Aurora Borealis

A short, sweet drabble in which Reggie and Lydia spend some time remembering Midge.  Written for the @southsidearchive daily prompt, “wind.”

1058 words  || Reggie x OC

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According to the Dené people, the lights were the spirits of their departed loved ones dancing in the sky, and when the lights shone brightly, it meant that their deceased friends were very happy.

Lydia’s eyes drifted shut as the wind whipped through her hair.  The cold, salty air felt sharp against her skin, and with each breath, the refreshing chill seeped through her entire body.  Her skin erupted with goosebumps, and she clung more tightly to the shiny steel railing in front of her.  Below her feet, she could feel the gentle rock of the boat as it cut through the inky-black waves.

Exhaling, she opened her eyes to see the misty cloud of her breath drift off in the night air, barely illuminated under the dim lights of the boat.  Her lips curved into a grin as she looked up at the sky.  Out there, surrounded by nothing but water, there were more stars than she had ever seen before.

With a shiver, Lydia pulled her coat more tightly around herself.  She knew she should have grabbed a thicker one, but she didn’t want to wake up Reggie digging through her bags.  Before she could spend much time dwelling on it, though, she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her waist.

“It’s the middle of the night, you know,” he murmured, his breath hot against the side of her neck.

“I know,” she sighed, leaning back into his embrace.  He was still warm, having just crawled out of bed to join her on the deck.  She breathed deeply and let her eyes fall shut again as she attempted to commit the moment to memory.  The feel of his arms around her.  The sharp wind against her face.  The smell of the freezing, ocean air.  The sound of the waves knocking against the boat.  The way his lips pressed gently into her neck.

“So, what are you doing up?” His voice was barely above a whisper, so soft she could have lost it in the rush of the wind.  His grip around her waist was firm, though, keeping her grounded with him.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged, pulling her eyes open to look back up at the stars. “Too much on my mind.”

Reggie followed her gaze up to the stars—she didn’t have to say a word for him to know what she was thinking.  It was March, only days away from the anniversary.   He let out a slow breath, biting his lip while he tried to find the words.  It had been years now, but neither of them would ever forget.

“Some people say we become stars when we die.”

Lydia’s lips fell into an easy grin, and she wrapped her arms around his, holding herself impossibly closer. “I’ve always liked that.  I mean, there was no way I could say something like that in front of my dad, but I’ve always liked it.” Tears pricked at her eyes as she sucked in a breath. “She would have made a great star.”

“She would.” Reggie loosened his grip on Lydia, brushing her messy hair off her face so he could press a soft kiss into her cheek.  She shivered as his hands drifted down her cheek to her neck, his fingertips dancing across her pulse point before sliding back down to her waist.  Even through her coat, his touch felt like a spark of fire against the icy chill.

She let her eyes fall shut again as he rested his chin on her shoulder.  Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, her nestled against his chest, his body shielding her from the worst of the wind.  For a moment, she was still as she allowed the memories to overtake her.  Just as she was about to drift away entirely, though, Reggie’s voice snapped her back into the present.

“Lydia, look.”

Taking a deep breath, she allowed the frigid air to shock her out of her memories.  She was here, now—with Reggie.  Then, she opened her eyes.

The night sky had come alive.

Everywhere she looked, the sky was alight—endless waves of green light shimmered through the blackness, turning the ocean emerald.  The light moved slowly, almost leisurely, through the sky, the gentle waves and swirls spanning as far as she could see.  They almost looked alive as they danced slowly through the stars.

Lydia’s lips parted, and her breath caught in her throat. “Oh my God, Reg, I didn’t think we’d be able to see them.”

“Me neither,” he breathed, his voice fading with awe as shadows of pink began to touch at the edges of the light, casting the boat in a warm glow. “Maybe she’s not a star, after all. Maybe she’s an aurora.”

Lydia blinked back tears, overcome with the utter magnificence of the lights.  Midge’s hazel eyes and bright smile flicked through her mind, making her whole body ache with the weight of the memories.  She could almost hear her laugh, could almost see the two of them, barely even teenagers, dancing barefoot in the dewy grass of her backyard, surrounded by nothing but the stars and the wind.

If her soul’s anywhere, she decided silently, it’s in those lights.

The boat rocked below them, and Reggie’s grip on Lydia tightened. “Do you want to head back inside yet?”

“Not yet,” she whispered, unable to pull her eyes away from the illuminated sky. “Not until they’re gone.”

He nodded, and for a moment, they both seemed to drift away, their thoughts a tangle of lights and memories. Before they knew it, though, the lights started to fade, dipping back down below the horizon.  One last wavery green light flicked across the sky, and then they were gone, replaced by the twinkling pinpricks of light from the stars.

Silently, Lydia unwound herself from Reggie’s embrace, taking his hand in hers and lacing their fingers together.  They made their way back to their cabin, and as Reggie unlocked the door, Lydia turned around for one final look. “Love you,” she whispered, her voice so low that even she could barely hear it. “Always.”

Just above the horizon, an almost imperceptible flicker of green danced through the sky, the light coming and going so quickly, she wasn’t sure she even saw it.  For her, though, it was enough.  Love you, too.      

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She pressed her lips into his neck, trailing down to the collar of his shirt. With one hand, she reached up to grab his tie, loosening it slightly.

“What are you doing, Lyds?” he asked, laughing softly.

“Depends, what do you want me to be doing?” She pulled the tie free, tossing it onto the chair with his other things. “You’re stressed, and I think I might be able to help with that.”

He swallowed hard, biting back a moan as her other hand drifted to his lap. “Yeah, you could probably help.”

Summary: When Reggie comes home from work stressed beyond belief, Lydia knows just what to so to help him relax.

Word Count: 2645

Warnings: absolutely shameless smut

Author’s Note: If you love Reggie and Lydia even a fraction as much as I do, be sure to let me know!  I have quite a few ideas for them (including graduation, a proposal, college drama, and more), and I would love to know what people are interested in!

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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.”

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Lights Down Low

A fluffy drabble in which Reggie and Lydia play chess to pass the time while the power’s out.   Inspired by @rivendell101, and written for @southsidearchive‘s daily prompt, “sacrifice.”

658 words || Reggie Mantle x OC

“Remind me why we’re doing this again,” Reggie groaned, staring down at the chessboard. “I’m already bored.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and knocked another one of his pieces off the board with a satisfied smirk. “And you’re already losing.  Get your shit together, Mantle.”

Exhaling slowly, he stared back down at the board, taking stock of his options.  The only light in the room was coming from the multitude of candles that they had spread throughout the apartment.  In the flickering candlelight, the pieces really did look a bit like eerie wooden soldiers. “Babe, there are like a million better things to do when the power’s out.  I didn’t even know we had a chessboard.” Boredly, he moved his rook across the board, cringing when he realized he had put it right in place for her to take it.

“Of course, we have a chessboard,” Lydia replied, chuckling as she knocked his rook off the board and added it to the growing pile of his discarded pieces. “Noah and I used to play all the time back when Dad considered it a sin to watch TV on Sundays.”

Reggie’s lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Doesn’t your dad still consider it a sin to watch TV on Sundays?”

“It’s unclear.” Lydia returned her gaze to the chessboard, her strategy formulating. “He claims that he does, yet he seems to be very on top of Sunday Night Football scores.”

Reggie scoffed, his lips curving into a frown as he was forced to consider his next move. “Either way, can we be done?  It’s obvious you’re going to win, babe.”

“Not necessarily, Reg.” She gave him a pointed look. “I very clearly see a move that would give you a fighting chance.”

His eyes narrowed skeptically as he looked back down at the board. “I don’t see anything.”

She sighed, running her hand through her hair. “The queen, Reg?”

He glanced up at her before looking down at his queen. “You mean, I’d have to sacrifice her?”

“Sure would.” Lydia nodded. “You take out my bishop so I can’t checkmate your king.  Sure, I’ll get your queen the next move, but then you could take out my queen just as easily.  You might actually stand a chance.”

He bit his lower lip as he scanned the board—Lydia was right.  If he sacrificed his queen, he might stand a chance.  Odds are, she’d still win anyway, but he’d have a chance.  His lips curved into a grin and he looked up at her. “But babe, how could I sacrifice my queen? I love my queen.”

“Reg—” She cut off, recognizing the look he was giving her. “Oh, do you?” She matched his mischievous grin with one of her own. “Why do you love her so much?”

“Well, for one, she’s hot as hell.” He leaned in close to her over the board, cupping her cheek in his hand to pull her close for a kiss. “And she puts up with all my insane bullshit.”

“She sounds like a saint,” she murmured, pressing her lips into his.  The hard edges of the coffee table dug into her hips, but she wanted nothing more than to pull him even closer.

He brushed her hair out of her face, and it took all the self-control he had not to swipe the chessboard off the table and pin her on it. “More like an angel.”

Moaning, she nodded hurriedly as he started kissing his way down her neck to her collarbones.  His hand was already drifting up under her shirt, and it felt like her skin was on fire. “Okay, fine, we can be done.”

“Excellent.” He stood up quickly, knocking a few pieces off the board as he scooped Lydia off her feet. Lydia shrieked with surprise, clinging to him as he made his way down the candlelit hall to the bedroom. “Now, this is what you do when the power’s out.”

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“Order for Lydia.”

Before she knew it, Fangs was by her side, leaning seductively against the door frame. “Well hey, there,” he said, a little wobbly on his feet as he put on his most charming grin. “My name is Fangs.”

“Fangs, get the hell out of here,” she laughed. “Just let me pay the guy in peace.”

Fangs waggled his eyebrows. “Is this like one of those bad pornos? You know, where instead of just giving you pizza, he gives you a—”

“Fangs!”

TAKE A LITTLE PIZZA MY HEART NOW

(REGGIE MANTLE X OC)

Rating: teen

Word Count: 8.5k

Summary: After a few flirty interactions on the front porch, Lydia quickly develops a crush on Reggie Mantle, the hot pizza guy.  Little does she know, the hot pizza guy is falling just as hard.

aka: 5 times Reggie the hot pizza guy flirts with Lydia + 1 time she flirts back

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