#chuck x josie

[fandoms--fluff]

Captive

Female vampire reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: Hope gets scared of a haunted house

A/n: just a short cute blurb I decided to write after my exam

A/n 2: speaking of that, all my exams are done! IM FREE..sort of, well at least till next year.

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"Gah, Why oh why did you make me come in here" Hope jumps back from the popping-out mechanic. "Hey, I asked you, you didn't have to say yes" you chuckled.

"Okay, so I didn't want to be the only teenager with the little kids, but now I wish I was" She clings to your arm after there's a loud scream from another person in the house.

"Oh, come here, Baby" You bring her into your arms as you continue walking around the corner.

"I don't need to be babied, I'm the tribrid" she groans. "Okay, whatever you say" you release your arms from around her and continue walking towards the exit that's at the end of the hall.

5 seconds later, Hope is attached to your arm again. She ran from the spot next to the shattered mirror with 'old' blood splattered on it to you. Or who she hoped was you, if not it would've been awkward.

"Never leave me alone in there again" she shuddered. The grasp she has on your arm is like a death grip. "I wouldn't dream of it" you coo to your scared girlfriend. Some things are ironic. Like the almighty, 'death to all witches' tribrid, being scared of a haunted house.

You feel her nails dig into your bicep and forearm, holding back a chuckle from making Hope feel worse about this 'adventure'.

The floor creaked loudly as you guys take the last steps towards and through the exit door. As soon as you guys are out of the way of other people Hope let's out a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, I'm free, sweet freedom!" Hope sees Josie and runs up to her, unclawing your arm. You chuckle as you watch Hope basically tackle Josie in a hug.

You walk over to the pair, smiling as your roll your eyes. "What happened?" Josie chuckles, rubbing her best friend's back.

"Y/n/n held me captive" Hope pouts into the brunette's shoulder. "And what's the real story?" You cross your arms, chucking. "...I went into the haunted house instead of staying with the little kids." She mumbles.

"So, you went into the haunted house even though you're scared shitless of them. Sounds about right" Josie chuckles with you as Hope pulls out of the hug.

"You're both mean!" Hope exclaims. "Oh, I'm sorry baby, how about we go on the carousel, nice and safe" you wrap your arm around her shoulders. She nods, "yes, so much better. You coming, Jo?"

"As long as you promise not to claw me if the ride gets too fast." Josie smirks.

"Of course. And rude!" She exclaims and starts to lead you guys to the carousel in the middle of the carnival.

"She's clawed you too?" You whisper. "Oh, yeah, but at least you have super healing." "True." You and josie whisper back and forth making you both chuckle.

"I can hear you both ya know" Hope turns around once you guys get in line.

"And we love you for it." You kiss the top of her head.

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. x

This is my second time trying to post this, and I think- I think this may the point where I draw the line with the weird fucked formatting Travelers. Hellsite does not like it when I reach the character limit (and I'm tired of fighting it, curses...) CW for: mentioned animal abuse, mentioned assault towards a disabled character, genocide, homelessness. if there is something else you would like warned for, please reach out to me.

@ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @demonic-panini @the-private-eye @gwenlena

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS.

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

I apologized to Iris for my outburst a few days ago. They accepted it without any questions. I still feel guilty, but they aren't willing to drag this out any longer. 

The twins are off probation but they still need supervision. Talia goes out with them most days as part of her physical therapy. It's good for her. But she always comes back so tired and wiped out from just walking that she takes days to recover. We don't get days though. We don't know when New Kinshasa is going to change its mind on us again. Today they can give us an early curfew, and the next they can turn the Guardian Angel System on to target everyone old enough to remember the Angel. We don't have a damn clue what they're planning or going to do next...

Uh- this week on Brahma: the Rats gang in the north and the Rats gang in the south are at odds with each other. If the situation escalates any further there's going to a be a damn turf war. Ten years of relative peace and now they're at a tipping point? 

(BAIRD SIGHS)

I remember when a mischief of Rats scurried on to our block a few years ago. Charlie, Talia, and I had run a couple of them off years and years prior. And most knew better than to come looking for trouble down our block. Most everyone that was taken care of by Mrs. Darius or taught under Mr. Eber at some point or another knew not to come poking their nose around looking for trouble. But this mischief was new. They didn't know who's grounds they were stepping on or what apartments they were looking to squat in. 

When those new kids started making a mess of the streets and tried running circles around the market, I went and took care of them myself. Josie and Hank were so worried for me, but when I got back I just told them that it was no big deal. Just a bunch of homeless kids that needed a place to stay. I wrangled them into place and got them all sorted and now they’re running chores for old-timers like Hank and slipping messages to the other Revolutionaries across Brahma. 

Yesterday’s Rats weren’t those same kids though. The twins complained about a group of teenagers mucking around the old daycare. Josie and Iris couldn’t parse much of what they said so they’ve asked me to try talking to them and Talia one on one. And from what I understand, the girls were upset because the Rats kept calling them “Goodies”, and Talia was mostly ignoring them pretty well until one of them chucked a rock at her and Mischa. So now I gotta get involved in another rat problem and either rough ‘em up and shoo ‘em out, or knock enough sense into them they start behaving better. 

(BAIRD GROANS)

And honestly, I wanna do neither. I told Hank and Josie back then that I wasn’t scared but really. I was scared shitless. Those kids were easy to talk to though once they realized I’m like them. I’m not a fighter. I don’t go in fists-a-swinging right off the bat. That was always more Talia and Charlie then me… but, Talia can hardly walk most days, and Charlie’s gone. Josie is too busy distributing aid at the rec center, Hank is retired, the twins are afraid of them, and Iris is coordinating with the Old-Timers. Everyone’s either too old, too busy, or too young to deal with problems like these. 

(BAIRD TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND LETS IT OUT SLOWLY. HE STRUGGLES TO CLEAR THEIR THROAT)

In other news on Brahma: Ester is now taller than I was at ten. Meaning that I really was just short for being a ten-year-old. Hallie is as tall are Charlie was, but they’ll both probably need another year before they’re as tall as Talia was at their age. I don’t know much about Hank and his life before the Galatic Civil War, but I’m almost certain he came from one of the Solar Planets. Why in any Goddess good name he chose to stay in the Outer Rim and chose to stay on Brahma of all places, I don’t think I’ll ever understand. 

(BAIRD COUGHS, BEATS THEIR CHEST, AND COUGHS SOME MORE)

Good grief… I need to ask Iris about something to soothe my throat. Debris keeps falling from New Kinshasa. It burns up before it hits the Dome and can do any real damage, but when I was last in the market, I was talking with one of the vendors and she said her neighborhood was afraid of another Cleansing. The last one was… six years ago? That sounds about right. And the one before that was when New Kinshasa leveled a quarter of Brahma in one day. It still gives me chills just thinking about it. 

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS.

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Well, that went better than expected. 

I paid a visit to the squatters at the old daycare. The youngest looked to be about nine, the oldest gave me a black eye–

IRIS:

They did a lot more than that, now hold still while I stitch your face back together.

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Oh c’mon Iris– can’t a guy catch a break? Do you think it’s gonna scar at least?

IRIS:

If it does, no one will notice unless they look for it. 

(IRIS GETS LOUDER, AS IF THEY PULLED THE COMMS CLOSER)

For the record: Baird’s brow split open because the Brat was wearing a ring. Baird does have a black eye, but that’s nothing a bit of pain meds can’t help him cope with. 

(BAIRD GAGS)

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

No thanks, I’ll pass. I can cope with the pain. 

(IRIS SNORTS)

IRIS: 

And… There. All done.

(MOMENTS PAUSE)

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

You can let go of my face now. 

IRIS:

Right, sorry. You look so much like your parents and I just– I miss them. 

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Well it would kind of be a weird if I didn’t look a little bit like them…

IRIS:

Har-har– think you’re so fucking clever… you were saying though? About how it went better than you expected?

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Oh yeah. It did. I got punched in the face and the others got freaked out when I fell backwards because they didn’t know how to get rid of a dead body. One of them came over to check on me and I was mostly fine after they helped me sit up. 

The one who punched me didn’t apologize and I don’t need ‘em to. I asked them why they were squatting in the daycare and they said that they didn’t feel safe anymore at their old spot. Apparently the Rats North and South from here drove them out and they each found one another looking for some place to go. I talked to them and they agreed to pack their shit up and get out of the daycare, but they want my help finding someplace they can stay. 

(IRIS HUMS)

IRIS:

It sounds like to me, that we’re past a plausible turf war, and are stuck smack dab in the middle of it. I’ll have to bring this up at the next Meeting you know… How do you feel about going to your first Meeting with the others?

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Really! You mean that?

IRIS:

Yes. You’re an adult, I trust your decisions, and you have some experience from back when you helped run Talia’s little book club. Plus those meetings are so boring without someone there to keep you company. It’d be nice to have you around to take notes while I nap.

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

You’re such an ass, you know that?

(IRIS LAUGHS)

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS.

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

What the fuck!

(IRIS LAUGHS)

No I’m serious! What the fuck was that for the last hour and a half! What the fuck!

IRIS:

Welcome to my world, Baird. I’ve been fighting those ding-bats for the last decade all on my own. They refuse to give me supplies to restock the only functioning Hanataba Clinic left because you live across town now, how are you supposed to take care everyone when you're all the way over in the Est Quarter? I would move back someplace closer if only you would fucking give me what I need! But no! Instead we run circles around and around, have the same passing contests between North and South, East and West, downtown and uptown, and no body fucking wins! 

(IRIS PANTS)

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Oh. I… had no idea. Really? It's been like this this whole time?

IRIS:

Yes! Baird what’s wrong? 

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Nothing it’s just… you would move back if they put effort into stocking the Hanataba clinic? You really would?

(A LASPE OF SILENCE. IRIS GASPS)

IRIS:

Oh no no no– no. Baird. Look at me. I would not leave you just like that. You’re my family. I gave up my dream to keep the clinic stocked because I wanted to be there for you and Cyrus. When Hanataba built the clinics, they left each one with a massive handbook covering all sorts of procedures. If the clinic was ever back to half functioning, I’d go back only to show someone else how to keep the lights on. 

(IRIS SIGHS)

But there isn’t anyone else, there aren’t more supplies, and the clinic’s generator was probably been siphoned for fuel years ago. 

(BAIRD MUMBLES SOMETHING INAUDIBLE)

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

What if… you weren’t the only Hanataba Clinician the Revolution had to rely on though? What if there was at least one other one? 

IRIS:

Come again? 

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Quid pro quo. You help me get the Rats off the street, out of the daycare, and I help you find someone else to train to run the clinic and justify getting it operating again. 

IRIS:

You want to use the Brats?

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Just the mischief that got ran off by the bigger gangs. I bet I could even talk them into running messages across the planet. Helping us organize a bit better. Make getting the word out easier… what’s wrong?

IRIS:

Nothing, it’s a great idea Baird…

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

But?

IRIS:

…but I think the Old-Timers won’t like it. They don’t like the Pests to begin with. 

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

Oh yeah no, they’ll hate this idea. But… I have to try. Right?

(FOOTSTEPS THROUGH AN EMPTY STREET. A FULL MINUTE PASSES)

IRIS:

Yeah. You have to try. I trust your decisions, and I trust you. 

BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):

So, lets try together. 

IRIS:

Yeah… we’ll try together. 

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

- This recording takes place a few days after “Decade”. - Baird has mentioned Talia a lot and based off their descriptions it’s likely the neglect and abuse she took from the Constables 10 years prior left her disabled. If not that, in lasting chronic pain. - Baird’s cough does sound very concerning. They sounded awful in the first one (“Belief”). Dust that settles in the lungs can cause scarring. It must have progressively worsened over the years. If they’re alive today I would be shocked. - “Talia’s Book Club” whatever happened to it after Charlie was executed? - Baird’s reaction after attending his first Meeting with other Revolutionary organizers is so much like Eevees’. - Est Quarter: the East Quarter of Brahma. - Baird and Iris’ relationship has changed and improved so much since they were a kid. They’ve clearly grown a lot closer and have a lot of a love for one another. Did Baird’s plan ever get off the ground? Was there another Cleansing? -Frannie’s friend (Ms. Rita) messaged me back with an update on her search for Eevee Bell and Baird Bell. She recommended that I look back through her list for Baird since she said it would take her a week at most to gather everything she could on Eevee Bell. Doing a preliminary search on my own turns up nothing. I don’t know how or where Ms. Rita is getting her information from, and I don’t think I want to know either. The less I know the better (I think). - Though now that I’ve had time to think about it, I could ask her to look into the name Peter Nureyev. I’ve tried searching myself and I haven’t really found anything. Even with the information I’ve gleamed from Camilla and Eevee’s recordings, I haven’t found dick anything. Whoever he is (was?), he very effectively disappeared.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Hey Jess!! 6, 17, 23, and 27 for the HBO War positivity ask game please 💙 (also I love you, you’re amazing!!!)

6. whats a headcanon that you will die on that hill?

Lewis and Dick being parents to a dog. It would be cute and adorable and I would die for them and their cute little family.

17. your fav fanwork about an underrated character?

Ooh this is tough. I think that Chuck Grant is so underrated and I feel that @sweetxvanixlla will definitely agree with me. So here are two of my favourite Chuck moodboards. This one from @xxluckystrike and the others from @sweetxvanixlla. One Two Three

23. what's your fav wip of yours?

Oh this is a tough one.

I really love ‘Young Love and Old Money’. It’s my first series with an OC and I love Josie and Lew so much.

One of my other fics is a kinky Ron oneshot which has inspired many random conversations and awkward moments so I’m really hoping it lives up to everyone’s expectations.

And the third one would be ‘Loving her was Red’ which is a new Dick Winters x OC series which I’m very excited for and can’t wait to share with everyone.

27. what's your fav moment during your time in the fandom?

My answer for this question can be found here.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Niche questions for Nellie?

a song that reminds me of them: Sue Me [Sabrina Carpenter]

what they smell like: Expensive fruity perfume

an otp: Nellie x Nate (probably)

a notp: Nellie x Chuck

favorite platonic/familial relationships: Nellie & Oliver; Nellie & Blair & Serena

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with

the position they sleep in: She can sleep in any position but she needs to have her pillow

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: Nellie and Audrey could be a strong vibe, but also Bex and Josie ngl

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: TBD when but probably one of the Christmas episodes lol

[imperfectlyxangelic]

Just gonna leave these here...

[pvperplxnes]

Queerbaiting?

Whitewashing?

Not giving characters screentime?

Making me like couples only to break them up?

@ras 

[thestanhoe]

i love every couple that has no chance of becoming canon...

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it's true I really do struggle to love myself

[simone-garnett]

come be lonely with me for the fic title ask

i dunno if this was meant to be josiepea, but i was hit with some claycoy feels - takes place, i dunno when in canon.

It had taken a while before Josie felt comfortable being in the music room alone, especially at night, chills still going down her spine as she remembers the horrifying things she found while she was being stalked. And she thinks she is alone, but there is a noise coming from down the hall, and it is on her, feet moving towards the noise. 

And then she sees it, sees him, Chuck practising his basketball skills, running up and down the court, doing shots. And Josie doesn’t mean to watch him, but he is beautiful, body moving fluidly and the shots are so clean. Without thinking she’d slip into the gymnasium, appreciating him. 

It takes a while for Chuck to notice her there, which is incredible, because when Josie McCoy is in a room people notice. “Oh stalking me now?” It is a sharp barb, but he says it with an easy smile on his face and she doesn’t think he meant to hurt her with it. And he leaves the ball on the court, sidling next to her on the bleachers.

And she doesn’t mean to open up completely to him, only means to apologise for being misled by her best friend, for accusing him of those horrible things when he was innocent. But then it all comes out, how it was Cheryl who had sent her everything, how terrified she was when she received the pictures and the heart and had planted the idea in her head that it was him, nudged her into accusing him with scant evidence.

Chuck is nice and understanding and she doesn’t get how he can be. And the reason that Chuck isn’t on the show anymore isn’t that he doesn’t not exist, but it’s that - the accusation and arrest pushed everyone away from him. And he tried to rehabilitate his image, but no one would take it and he was sick of apologising and making up to everyone for his mistakes when others (”white people” he mutters under his breath and she can’t help but agree) were able to pretend their actions had no impact, maintaining their perfect halos.

He couldn’t win and so, he stopped trying, focussing instead on getting an athletic scholarship. He looks so shy and nervous telling her everything and she thinks about the cocky bravado he puts up, how that isn’t everything. How school had taken that light and dimmed it. Josie doesn’t mention that to him, only tells him that she can’t fully trust Cheryl again and she doesn’t know how to get the Pussycats back and that she feels so alone sometimes and he takes her hand and she feels like she has a kindred spirit in him. 

And it’ll end with her smiling, laughing when he asks if she wants to go to Pop’s “not a date, I swear!” She says no, says her mum is expecting her home and that she really does need to go. There is a reluctance and Chuck is like, “next time,” to which she can only grin at, Josie picking up her bag, a quiet “goodbye” before leaving him sitting there. And she’d slip out and the door would close, Josie leaning on it, smiling softly to herself, before shaking her head at herself and  walking away. 

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Everyday Beth VS Beth when you come for Chuck.

[favrivergays]

Riverdale Characters Respond To The Text “I’m Breaking Up With You”

Veronica

Betty

Toni

Cheryl

Archie

Jughead

Josie

Kevin

Chuck

Reggie

[j2hoes]

Moonlight, Starshine. (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Summary: Y/N’s longtime crush finally notices her but is it too good to be true?

Word Count: 1,154

Gif not mine. Requests are open!

Warnings: None

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I suppose my silly little crush began last year, when I was fifteen. He's a year older than me, but I've never really cared. I first saw him at Cheryl Blossom's end of summer pool party. Days before my brother Archie was to be sent off to Leopold And Loeb Juvenile Detention Center. I remember it so clearly, he was sat by the pool with a gorgeous Vixen. Though I never payed any attention to her. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with the sleeves cut off revealing his extraordinary arms. My eyes scaned his neck, spotting the serpent tattoo. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I stared at the work of art opposite me. Yet the day my crush began, my heart also shattered. The moment his lips connected with the cheerleader's I felt myself flush with embarrassment. Embarrassed that I thought there was even a possibility me and him could be something.

Of course, a year has passed and I still haven't gotten over him. His fling with Josie ended, from what I heard she kept messing with his head. Now suddenly, she's all over my brother. Not that I mind, she's sweet and funny and everything I'm not. Which is why she always gets the guy. I guess it's my fault, for not trying to be like every other girl in this school. If I was more like Betty Cooper, perhaps he would pay attention to me.

So as I sit on the end of my bed, staring at my reflection, I immediately dread going to school. As much as I would kill to change my look, I can't bring myself to do it. Instead, I pull on my usual attire. Band tee, black shorts, fishnet tights and combat boots. Topped off with a red and black fannel.

When I arrive in the kitchen, Archie and Josie are waiting for me. Both of them look like the picture of happiness which in turn makes me scowl. Although I try not to show it, turning my back on them in order to retrieve a smoothie from the fridge. As I smile at them, we all exit the house and climb into Archie's car. It comes as no surprise that I'm forced to sit in the back as they grip hands in the front. As though they may disappear if they're not holding on to one another.

When we finally pull into the school parking lot, I pratically nose dive out of the car. Desperate to stay away from the love sick couple. Despite never getting over my feelings for Sweet Pea, after his fling with Josie, I gave up on love.

Fortunately I was fast enough, managing to avoid my brother and his girlfriend as I make my way to my locker. Though when I get there I find somebody leaning against the hard, metal door. Chuck Clayton.

"What can I do for you Chuck?" I ask, leaning next to him so our shoulders brush against each other.

He's silent for a moment, eyes focused on the groups of people strolling aimlessly down the hallway. His body tenses when he spots the football team by the stairwell, clearly nervous at their prescence.

"I need you to go on a date with me." He states, looking anywhere but at me.

Pushing off from the locker, I stand in front of him. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his revelation. Chuck and I have been friends for years but after the sticky maple scandal, we drifted apart.

"Absolutely not. I'm not going to be a conquest for you." I tell him, folding my arms across my chest in order to prove my point.

"I know and it isn't like that. The boys in the team made a bet that I couldn't get one girl to agree to a date. You're the only person that could help me."

"So I'm just a bet?" I ask, almost in disbelief that all I'm worth is a stupid bet.

"Yes, I mean no of course not but kind of."

Chuck stumbles over his words but I barely him. My mind races with thoughts, I'm only worth a bet. Chuck's mouth is still moving, reminding me he is talking. As my bretahing picks up and my hands curl into fists, I stomp away from Chuck. Urging myself to keep walking so as not to make a scene.

Sat in the old stairwell of the blocked off science lab, I find myself unable to contain my tear as I hold my head in my hands. Reaching into my bag, I pull out the box of cigarettes and light one gently. Placing it to my lips and taking a long, much needed drag. Glancing in my phone screen, I realise just how much of a mess I look. Eyes rimmed red from crying, cheeks also flushed scarlet. Holding the cigarette between my fingers, I huff in annoyance as I hear the sound of laughter approaching.

The footsteps and laughter gradually get closer until they stop right in front of me. Flicking my eyes up I spot three serpents. Toni Topaz, Cheryl's girlfriend and a proud Vixen. Fangs Fogarty, accused murderer and gunshot survivor. Then there's Sweet Pea, the boy I've been crushing on for over a year and no doubt the toughest serpent alive.

"You alright sweetie?"

Toni places herself next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I feel myself tense up at her action and she must notice too as she quickly removes her arm. Fangs also sits next to me, stealing the cigarette out of my hand for himself.

"That was mine." I state, not that I mind after all smoking is a disgusting habit.

Sweet Pea stays stood in front of me, watching me with a glint in his eye. Almost as though he's trying to figure me out. Trying to decide if I'm worth his time no doubt.

"Why were you crying?" Fangs asks, getting straight to the point rather than beating around the bush.

Shrugging my shoulders, I look down at my feet. Not entirely sure what I'm meant to say, after all my reason for crying was stupid. I'm just being silly. That's all it is. There was no reason for me to cry in the first place, I'm just too sensitive.

"Listen we've got to get to a job but if you want to talk you can find me at the Whyte Wyrm tonight at seven." Toni tells me, offering me a warm smile.

As the three serpents begin to leave me sat on the empty stairwell, I find my eyes trailing after them. Well, trailing after Sweet Pea. Before turning the corner he stops, glancing over his shoulder to look at me one last time. With the same look as before. As though he's trying to work me out. It's the kind of look that leaves you wanting more.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Moodboards and Edits

Top Gun

Jake Seresin

Romantic date

Adventures

Loved you 3 summers

Natasha Trace

Summer Vacation

Dance the night away

Bob Floyd

Surfing the waves

You look beautiful

Down this road

Tom Kazanksy

I think I love you

Band of Brothers

D-Day 79th Anniversary

D-Day

Band of Brothers Appreciation Week 2023

Training and Scenery

Dick Winters

Lucky Strikes

Found Family

Heartbreaking scene

Post War

Emotions

Dick Winters and Andrew Haldane

Winnix

What would I do without you

Gone, Gone, Gone

My Friend Lew

#bobcollabs

Come Away With Me

Winter Wonderland

Lie With Me

Band of Brothers x Taylor Swift songs

All Too Well

Superman

Bad Blood

1989

New Romantics

Illicit Affairs

Epiphany

Out of the Woods

Wildest Dreams

Timeless

Style

Paris

Paper Rings

The Great War

Last Kiss

Enchanted

Slut!

Ronald Spiers

Poison

Stick Season

Lewis Nixon

Whiskey On You

Young Love and Old Money

Lewis and Josie

Eugene Roe

Most People Are Good

I Wanna Be Yours

Heart to Heart

Renée Lemaire

The Angel of Bastogne

Bull Randleman

You’re The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

Chuck Grant

Sunsets

Easy Company

Keep the Home Fires Burning

Heaven Knows

1917

Wayfaring Stranger

The Pacific

Eugene Sledge

Chemtrails

Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton

Gasoline

Generation Kill

Nate Fick x OC

Stay Frosty

Masters Of The Air

Flying High

Went Down Swinging

Die First

Gale Cleven

Gale and Hope

Beneath the Blue Sky

I Can’t Wait to Marry You

Knock ‘em Down

Look How Far We’ve Come

The Things That I Lost Here

[madebyleftovermuses]

Chapter Three: Body Double

Cheryl clarifying, she didn’t kill her brother

It really bothers me the way Cheryl talks about her twin brother

Cheryl lied about the accident on July 4th

Jason planned the accident, the escape from the Blossom family

Greendale was mentioned

Poor Cheryl hoping to hear from Jason instead found out he was murdered

Keller really believing Cheryl could kill Jason

Surprise! There was a gunshot that morning and they heard it

Damn, Cheryl’s parents suck

Alice leaked Jason’s autopsy report because she doesn’t care that a kid died

Betty trying to make her mom understand that whatever Jason did to Polly he’s still a person

Betty asking the hard-hitting questions

Comparing Betty to Lois Lane

Archie coming forward about hearing the gunshot’

Archie telling Principal Weatherbee and Keller that he writes songs

“we’re you alone?” no, he was with Grundy

“who were you with?” my dog, Vegas…. VEGAS CAN’T TALK ASSHOLE

Only person not a suspect is Veronica, she was in New York unaware of her father’s misdeeds

Kevin would binge Making a Murderer

Veronica has been at the school for what a week and already has a date with Chuck Clayton the varsity football coach’s son

Betty enlisting Jughead to help with the reopening the Blue and Gold

Betty’s nickname for Jughead: Jug and Juggy

Jug asking if he has complete freedom….no, Jug it’s a high school paper you get zero freedom

Betty trying to get the scoop about July 4th…and Jughead gets to talk to Dilton Doiley and his scouts

Fred knows the truth about the blown-off road trip with Jughead…uh-oh

Didn’t want to drag Fred into it but he’s your dad!

Fred just grounded Archie ❤

Pictures or the date didn’t happen

It must suck to be the new kid whose dad is also the new teacher and new coach

But Veronica was a golden girl whose family fell from grace because daddy is shady

Grundy asking Archie why he told the sheriff about the gunshot

Because he didn’t want Cheryl to be crucified

A relationship that shouldn’t even be existing

Sticky Maple? What the fuck is that?

Just steal Kevin’s phone

Veronica isn’t taking to being slut-shamed

I can see why she’s pissed all the did was make-out

“I will cut the brakes on his souped-up phallic symbol.” I can see her doing that

Expose Chuck Clayton with the paper!

“But you better be willing to go full dark, no stars.” Please no

Chuck sees nothing wrong with what he did and its disgusting

No, Chuck, Betty doesn’t wanna ride the Chuck Wagon

Small town boys give zero fucks

“I'm granting you one wish, Archie. Nothing is off the table. Except for my body.” Because that’s totally something a sophomore high school student would say

“we are rehearsing every night this week” but Archie is grounded this week and next

“handsome on the outside, more rotten on the inside” yeah that sums up Chuck

Surprise more girls

Aren’t those the cheerleaders who were asking Veronica how the sticky maple was?

Only five guys are doing this…bullshit

Fuck you, Cheryl

How does Ethel know they keep score?

“boys will be boys” really needs to die

Or maybe Jason didn’t tell you everything

Veronica going after Cheryl

Jughead just stealing people’s cherries

Dilton lied! It was him who shot the gun

What Archie is hoping out of the experience is some direction for his music and to have them polished

Valerie has a brother and he’s cute

And he knows where the playbook is that really does exist

Cheryl scaring the gang

“A B and E with B and V.” the first of many

Kevin asking about Cheryl’s boots

Why wouldn’t Josie just tell Cheryl herself?

Ethel went ahead and found the book

“Actually found his locker (+1)” fucking idiot Moose I love it!

“13% of females responded to Moose” wtf

Maybe you didn’t know your brother like you thought

Midge is in the book…. I wonder how she feels

The girls do deserve justice

Archie helped!

Really, Alice? Let Betty wear what she wants

Alice just wiping the lipstick off

Betty isn’t really the bad girl type

“Oh, yeah, Jason told us all about Polly. You know, prissy prude by day, freak in the sheets by night.” Say one more thing about Polly and pretty sure Betty will slap you

Using Ethel’s place

Archie sneaking in and Fred caught him

Yikes, calling Fred out about music vs Football

Are we’re sharing now?

Veronica as shocked as us when Betty came out with the wig

“Betty isn’t here right now”

Grundy is like “oh shit!” when meeting Fred

Damn! Penelope slapping Alice…I mean she deserved it

Josie interrupting the fight

Archie enlisted Jughead to sneak out to the Taste of Riverdale

Alice Cooper was/is lactose intolerant

How does Alice know what they are saying about Veronica at school?

Can’t believe Alice just called a 15-year-old girl a slut

I mean, is Alice really looking to get slapped a second time?

Betty drugging Chuck for the truth

Handcuffs

Betty is taking this to far

Chuck isn’t Jason

The fuck Betty, gone psycho!

Aw, Fred so sweet…soundproofing the garage so he can practice his music

Supportive Fred

Betty blocked it out, Dark Betty came out

It was more than Chuck! Reggie was in on it! I would say Moose to but most of it aside from Midge was good job idiot Moose

Cheryl apologizing for Jason hurting Polly

Dilton giving them a better story…of Grundy at Sweetwater River

[southsidewrites]

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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