#regpea

[mrreggiemantle]

Gay Thoughts

Reggie doesn't want to admit to some of the things that go on in his head, but Sweet Peas is wise to his ways.

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[bireggiemantle]

🌻 + regpea

omg hi kate I actually have a bouquet of sunflowers sitting on my kitchen table rn if u remind me I'll send u a pic :))

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Reggie's earliest memories are of hot summer morning and bright yellow sunflowers.

His mom used to grow a patch of them in front of their house, just a small row of about four or five flowers, and he remembers sitting outside and watching her tend to them for half an hour every morning. She'd water them, trim their dead leaves, and secure the runt of the patch to a narrow pole to help it stand just as tall and proud as its brothers.

The sunflowers sitting in front of Reggie right now aren't nearly as large as those ones were, but they remind her of his mother and her garden nonetheless, and he feels himself get a little misty-eyed.

"Do you not like them?"

Reggie snaps his head to the side when he hears Sweet Pea speak.

"What, no, of course I like them."

Sweet Pea shrugs. "You haven't said anything in like five minutes, so I wasn't sure. I know most guys aren't flower-types, but I asked Fangs to ask Archie if you'd like them, and he said yes."

"Archie thinks I'm a flower-type?" Reggie asks, raising an eyebrow. He hopes his eyes don't look too glossy, he'd hate to make Sweet Pea think he was upset.

"I mean, aren't you? You just said you liked the flowers I got you."

"I guess, but I'm not supposed to look like a flower-type. I'm tough, remember? I coach football and everything."

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes, taking the seat next to Reggie on his couch. Their shoulders brush as he sits beside him, and Reggie finds himself leaning into the touch.

"Thank you, though. I really do like them."

"Good. They're hard to find this time of year." To anyone else his tone would sound too harsh to be playful, but Reggie knows him well enough to tell he means no harm.

Reggie pries his hand from his lap and lets it rest on Sweet Pea's thigh. He can feel Sweet Pea's open palm settle on top of it, his fingers curling just enough to cradle Reggie's knuckles.

He wants to tell Sweet Pea about his mom and her garden, but he wants to savor the moment the tiniest bit more, so he gives himself over the peace and quiet for now.

His head drops onto Sweet Pea's shoulder, and his eyes slide shut. There are images of bright yellow sunflowers pasted behind his eyelids. He can't tell whose flowers they are this time.

[southsideprince]

Um, can we just....for a minute.....appreciate this?! I mean, that look Sweet Pea has like "Omg, okay, that happened....in public..." and they way his hand was definitely lower than polite in that hug...

I'll continue reaching until the day the world freezes over.

[skyspats]

u know 😏

[reggierightsactivism]

where’s the episode about this forbidden showmance? 

[x-sweetestthing-x]

Live Forever

Solo Thread - Sweet Pea - 7 years ago. Ft: Reggie (mentioned) @thereginaldmantle​ Music Muse For Setting: Live Forever - Oasis TW: Fire, Swearing, Long Post

The leaflet had been scrunched up in his school bag, barely any notice paid to it when he first received it but now it was flattened out in his hands as he sat on the pier. His feet were dangling off the end, the sun was falling and as he took a deep breath. He was out of here, in less than 24 hours and he didn’t want to think it had been a spur of the moment decision. He could stay, he had the Serpents- he could just get a job, make a life in the town he’d been abandoned in. 

But the thought of staying in a place which only held bad memories for him wasn’t something he could stomach at the moment. He’d let someone in, just for it to go to shit and once again be reminded of the trash he was born to be. Used, laughed at, humiliated- all by one person he truly thought had become different. But the continuous howl of laughter was a painful memory, the look of disgust which had been thrown his way. The hurt he felt, taking someone in and giving them shelter and a safe space. It was ruined. His faith in people was ruined. 

He cast a dark look out towards the horizon before shaking his head and standing up, sliding his feet back into the flip flops and shoved the leaflet back in his hoodie pocket and turned his back on the sinking sun which had left a hue of pink and purple in the far off distance and walked back to his bike. 

After kicking it back into life, it didn’t take him long to ride back to the small trailer park. It was mainly abandoned, he and a few others still lived on the site but his stood out amongst the remaining occupants. It was done up, the effort he had made turning it into a home, not just for him but for.....- even the thought of his name hurt and he was pissed at himself that someone had gotten so deep under his skin to make him feel this way. 

He flicked on the living room light, casting the sofa into a soft hue and he looked at it darkly, it was missing the pillow and ratty blanket but he could almost imagine it placed in its usual place. Memories filled the trailer, snapshots of moments when it had been good. 

“You know, I could be your broad, SP.” “Who said it’s a broad I need?”

He grabbed his rucksack from the cupboard, slapping a hand against his head as more memories surfaced. 

“Where’s the blanket gone?” “In my room....” “Oh.” “You coming?”

He didn’t need to take much, he wasn’t allowed much anyway and most of the stuff he had wasn’t useful. But he grabbed a few pictures from the fridge, a small metal box from the kitchen counter before heading to his bedroom.

The dim light in his room highlighted certain items he had almost forgotten about. Items which weren’t his and he bit his lip contemplatively. A can of deodorant, a shirt, a Andromeda High varsity shirt, toothbrush and a small bottle of cologne. He quickly he gathered the items, shoving them in a box and placed it on the bed before focusing on grabbing his own clothing. 

“Are you okay?” “Yeah, just...sore.” “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. It’s uh, a good sore.”

Tears pricked at his eyes, fucking Reggie Mantle. The vile, arrogant, beautiful piece of shit.

“Are you seriously planning on going?” “Why shouldn’t I? You’re going to college and I’m just not set for that....” “This is your home though.” “Do you want me to stay?” “Yes.”

Jeans, sweats, hoodie, underwear, toiletries and other little bits were shoved into the rucksack as he tried to focus on that task and not the constant hammering of memories hitting him like a bus over and over. 

“What the hell was that?” “You know what it’s like.” “Really? You’re really giving me that shit? You don’t even like them Reggie!” “Look, you don’t get it okay? The pressure, the expectation, the-” “Why? Because I’m not a pompous arrogant prick with more money than sense and parent issues?”  “Well at least I have some!”

His hands found the tux in the wardrobe, it wasn’t the smartest but it had been enough. He remembered the way they had held each other close, dancing in the empty classroom. The fevered kisses, pressing him against the blackboard, falling to his knees and the gasps and moans which surrounded them both, palms on the back of his head-

“No!” He pulled the tux off the hanger angrily, tossing it to the bed and he picked up the box of items, shoving it under his arm as he felt around in his jacket pocket. It was extreme and maybe in a certain way, overly dramatic but one of them had to embrace the gay inside them. And Sweet Pea couldn’t hold onto the pain that lingered here. He needed no excuse to come back. His fingers found the lighter and with a click the zippo sparked into life and Sweet Pea didn’t hesitate to drop it to the bed. 

Flames began to lick across the linen and catching the tux, Sweet Pea grabbed the small tin of lighter fuel and began leaving a trail from the bed and out behind him as he made his way back towards the living room and kitchen area. Dousing whatever he could reach in the liquid. He saw two more items laying about and grabbed them, a photo of the two of them and a tiny wooden box which housed pathetic tokens. Boardwalk tickets, a receipt from the Coral Diner, a couple of photobooth snaps, a Andromeda varsity patch and Serpent patch- other things collected from the trash heap of a relationship or whatever it had been between them.

He knew it wouldn’t take long, the materials itself the trailer was built from wasn’t the most fire safe and he walked out of the trailer, slamming the door behind him as he threw down the cardboard box to the grass a few feet away from the billowing smoke flooding out one of the windows. 

With sick satisfaction he watched as the flames flickered out the window and the trailer lit up like a bonfire, the heat enough to singe his nose hair and he stepped back some more. Fire was purifying, it was time to start afresh. No looking back. When he was ready, he’d go nomad, find another Serpent charter in another state of town when he finished his military tours. Who knew how long that would be, but definitely long enough to make sure he forgot about Reggie Mantle and Andromeda. 

But even with his determination to leave him behind, he couldn’t help but reach into the box and remove the cologne. He gripped the bottle tight before letting out a pained growl and instead shoved it in his rucksack. Kicking the box further away, he wasn’t sure if the items would be picked back up by their owner but at least he didn’t burn them with it. The respect was still there. He valued people’s items. 

As orange and yellow blazed behind him, he swung the rucksack on his shoulders and jumped back on his bike. He’d drop it back to the clubhouse, they’d look after it. After all, where he was going he wouldn’t need it. 

“Do you want me to stay?” “Yes.”

The motorbike revved and fled into the distance, leaving nothing but the inferno and a sad, tiny box of memories. Tomorrow he’d be in another state, far away from Andromeda.

And far away from Reggie Mantle. 

[mundaneriverdaleheadcanons]

Head Canon 96

Sweet Pea collects knives.

[jugpeagal]

is it likely that the forbidden romance will be sweggie? absolutely not

will i still dream? hell y e ah

[regpea]

Jughead: Welcome to the ‘fuck Reggie’ support group, where we gather to say a collective ‘fuck you’ to that pathetic excuse of a guy.

Jughead: but first, a few words from our newest member, sweet pea!

Sweet Pea, sweating: so I may have misunderstood-

[annoyingvoidzombie]

FALICE BDAY GOALS 😊

[daddyrossbutler]

Sweet Pea: i can't believe I'm going to sleep with Reggie.

Fangs: well, you don't have to.

Sweet Pea: nah, I'm gonna.

[mrreggiemantle]

Gay Thoughts

Reggie doesn't want to admit to some of the things that go on in his head, but Sweet Pea is wise to his ways.

Read the Latest Chapter Here

[icecoldbloodtype]

Regpea? Reggie+SweetPea

oh god I hope you like this!

3. “I’m cold, can you cuddle with me?” “No.”

Reggie was sitting on his couch when Sweet Pea walked in to his home. Pea let out a sigh of relief as the heat from the home hit his wind chilled face. He removed his coat and went to the living room, where Reggie normally liked to reside. “Hi Reg.”

“Hey,” Reggie greeted him, barely looking up from his phone where he was writing down some ideas he wanted to show Ronnie about the speakeasy. Pea took a seat on the couch beside Reggie, pulling one of his feet into the couch and grabbing the blanket from the back in an attempt to warm up.

“Whatcha doin?” Pea asked.

“Research. Veronica asked me to come up with some theme nights for the speakeasy since the Casino night was such a success…” was Reggie’s answer.

“Oh.” Sweet Pea said not wanting to bother him while he was focussed. Pea instead grabbed the remote to the television, and flipped aimlessly through the channels before settling on Freeform just in time for the hot chocolate scene of The Polar Express.

40 minutes later, even with the blanket, Sweet Pea had not yet warmed up to his liking. He thought about going to get his coat, but then realized that Reggie was a space heater. A space heater who was still working. Five more minutes passed before Sweet Pea got antsy.

“Reggieeeeeee?” He drawled to get the other’s attention.

“Yeah Sweets?”

“I’m cold.”

“There’s more blankets in the closet over there.” Reggie gestured towards the closet near the kitchen.

“But I don’t want artificial heat. Can you cuddle with me?”

Reggie looks up and makes eye contact before replying with a curt “No.”

Sweet Pea feigned a hurt face, and scoffed. Turning back to the television, he started planning how he was gonna make sure he wasn’t cold anymore. First, he positioned his body so that his upper body was in the middle of the couch while his feet were laid out on the end. A couple minutes passed, and Sweet Pea decided he could scoot closer to Reggie, not quite putting his head on Reggie’s shoulder but on the shoulder adjacent pillow.

“What are you doing Sweets?” Reggie asked, trying to not to laugh and keep a straight face.

“I told you I was cold. And you literally run hot. Like it’s so much warmer over here and I’m not even touching you. I’m not stupid, why would I pass that up?” Sweet Pea was slightly exasperated at Reggie for making him work this hard.

“So I’m supposed to just cuddle because you want me to?” Now, Reggie was full out smiling, cheeks dimpling, teeth showing.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing….” Sweet Pea’s own dimples were now showing, because he knew he had won this one.

Reggie put his phone on the side table, and stood up “Okay, lay the other way.”

Sweet Pea looked at him quizzically, “What?”

“Just trust me Sweets.”

So, Sweet Pea lay in his original position, but Reggie stretched his legs to where he previously been sitting.

Reggie decided to lay his body on Sweet Pea, like a human blanket.

“Oof, not what I meant Reg.”

“But it’s what you get, sorry Sweets.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.

Sweet Pea went to make another snide remark but he had to admit, he was no longer cold. They stayed like this, until Reggie accidentally fell asleep, making himself dead weight on top of Sweet Pea.

“Wait, Reg you can’t fall asleep! Reggie!” Sweet Pea tried to wriggle out for under him, but couldn’t because Reggie was solid like a block. Barely opening his eyes, Reggie positioned his body behind Sweet Pea, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled Pea into his chest.

“That better?” Reggie grumbled.

“Much, I can breathe now.”

“Shut up. I can very easily move completely.” Reggie bluffed, he liked that Sweet Pea needed him and wouldn’t think to move from this position.

“No, no it’s fine.” Pea conceded quickly, he’d just gotten what he wanted he wouldn’t let it go that fast.

“Okay, so shhh… I’m trying to sleep.”

The two boys stayed on the couch like this, sometimes sleeping or sometimes talking, for much of the afternoon, until Sweet Pea got a call asking him to come home.

[southsideprince]

To cut a long story very short, I am not a healthy person right now and there have been a lot of things going on behind the scenes where being sick has made me change a lot of my life and adapt to certain things. Mostly, my mood has been a complete zero due to all of this as well as having the actual capability to write. 

I’ve kept things mostly to myself, barely even people in real life know what I’m currently going through. This is my business and I intend to keep it like that, until I feel ready to share. But I know I do owe you guys a little explanation. 

I took a personal hiatus as it was needed and I will maintain this hiatus for as long as I require it. I apologise for anyone waiting on stories or chapters or posts- but for now, real life and real health comes first and I need to focus on that. 

That’s not to say it isn’t the end, the muse is there, the ideas are there, it’s now just getting my brain and body on board. 

Thank you for those who have been patient and sent many messages of concern and well-wishes. it’s appreciated and I appreciate you all and cherish you. 

And for those who’ve condemned me and sent the nasty anons as well as rude comments on my AO3, well I just pray and hope you never end up dreadfully sick or unhealthy. 

[skyspats]

poetry

[reggierightsactivism]