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wolviecore · 3 years

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Alright everybody today we're losing it over 3 things:

Pastel Jughead

Northside Jughead being adopted by Fred

Jughead & his many lady friends

SO HERE'S THE THING- IM CRYING, JUST, - JUG. JUG ALWAYS WANTING TO WEAR PRETTY PASTEL THINGS BUT HE COULD NEVER BC IT WOULD MAKE FP LOOK BAD, THEN BC he doesn't want to put a burden on fp. From a painfully young age, he knew they weren't well off, so yes, hand me downs would suffice, no worries.

There's also that lingering, possessive fear digging through his hopes, that maybe it won't matter, that people won't care, but-

but then he remembers Kevin getting slammed for wearing lip gloss on the playground, or how Archie stopped writing his songs with glitter pens after some douchebag made fun of him.

Or how Jason loved playing dolls and match dresses with Cheryl until he was stopped. And he's just- there's gentle advisory to hide all of that, and so he does?

But then they grow up, and Riverdale, at least in some places, does too. So when Betty kindly offers him some clothes to try on, offers to teach him how to do make up, Val, Polly and Veronica fast on call, having their little fashion shows, it felt... free.

SO, ns jug and ss sweet pea who met through fangs, whom jug found battered up behind the movie theater and took him home to patch up, and it was infatuation at first sight.

Sweet Pea is bold and confident and makes gold feel lesser and he loves the blush preening, bashful but fervid across Jug's face, illuminating the freckles he's found himself counting more than once, and he says he'd like to see it more often.

So Friday. Jug better be ready.

And so - so Jug IS, invites Sweet Pea to his room until he goes to tame his brother Archie, his sister Cheryl (bc in a perfect world Fred adopted Cheryl ok don't tale that from me) and Papa, " protective cave people. You know."

And sweet pea just watches him, a ball of indigant fluffy bed hair, hopping down the stairs.

" You can't ruin this for me! This guy is so sweet and smart and cool, why aren't we talking about Archie's unrelenting habbit of bringing a new girl over every week. I don't want to shame anyone but its really mean I'm the only one targeted!" And he snorts.

This dork will make such a good boyfriend, yes, he can already see it, boyfriend to husband to maybe possibly father of his children.

But he's not thinking too fast. No.

It's just- Jug is a good boy, starry eyed bright, sea water calming and tranquil, makes you want to drown, and sweet pea would. He doesn't know how something that pure goes hand in hand with all the dark he's wearing. A dark he doesn't even enjoy, by the look on his face.

But then. Then sweet pea sees. Pretty pink clothes, shirts and sweaters and skirts, pastel everything, some on the bed, some on the bean bag, and his insides freeze over. They look awfully close in resemblance with the other ball of pastel, sunlight forrest green that creep him out. And Sweet Pea assumes the worst.

Just- Jug coming back, excited, saying that he actually convinced Fred to let him ride on a motorcycle, but sees the dark on sweet pea 's face, watches fingers casually tear his pretty fabrics apart, then fling it at jug and jug- he's he's so upset, water pooling around his eyes, " w- why?"

" why? Cause you're fucking disgusting. THIS is disgusting," gesturing to the mess and rags of Jug's precious things, sliced by a talented blade, precise, masterful, gleeful. " God, I'm so glad I didn't let you touch me. You've got to be one of the sickest fuckers I've ever met. WHY would you bring me here, knowing I'd find out?"

Lips trembling, shaking like fluttering petals blew by wind, Jug, shame eaten, mortification boiling him from the inside out, " I- I didn't think you'd- you'd care."

There's betrayel, soft but noticeable, because he TRUSTED sweet pea, trusted Fangs' promises of their youthful viewpoints, how they're progressive even with their slightly traditional tracks.

Sweet Pea, floored, scoffs, like Jug is spewing some of the most offensive words he's heard in a lifetime, and shakes his head. " Northsiders are something else. Crazy fuckers, the lot of you. Dont look for me, or that pretty face of yours won't stay pretty for long"

He carries that bravado with him out the door, but as soon as he reaches his truck, Sweet Pea cries, you know he does, because there goes his heart, broke open by another northsider with too much time on their hands and not enough life in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Jug is cleaning his room, sobbing quietly, because the boy he likes hates his pretty clothes and thinks Jug is disgusting.

there's nothing Cheryl does better than revenge.

She watches Jug, shoulder to shoulder with a paired of concerned amber eyes, angry, wrathful, as her baby brother gently packs the clothes into a bag, shoulders trembling as if he's carrying so much weight on them Atlas would bow.

Watches him, head down, little trash bag filled with the same things that nerd was so bright eyed with excitement at just a few months ago, and knocks on Betty's door.

He apologizes, Cheryl knows, because of the loving, fond crease between Betty's brow, when Jug would apologize for seemingly nothing and shed say "why"? With her face alone.

She spots the blankness taking over as she opens that bag, slowly, eyes not changing once her and Cheryl lock eyes.

" Fetch my phone, Archie. This is a Code Red."

So here Jug is, under his fluffy blankets, cuddlin and hugging FP's serpent jacket, hoping a gentle hand would materialize out of thin air and brush through his tangle of curls.

When suddenly, it's yanked, and he makes a sad sound of dejection, upset because he wants to SNUGGLE and forget that he's but a mere goldfish in this bitch of a world but surprise surprise, lady friends.

Lady friends holding hair brushes and cosmetics, clothes of all kinds, all comforting, mischievous storms.

Jug whines, low in his throat, uses the leathers as shield. The bed shifts under multiple weights, but he can recognize them all- the soft, private gentleness Cheryl secures only for him, now more tender than ever through his curls.

Betty's ginger squeezes around his thigh, Val, feline agility, perfect grace snuggling around him.

Ethel's timid but strong pat on his shoulder, accompanied by Ronnie's playful tickle to his sides, sending him in a shriek that he needed. They're all there, all pieces of his heart that he'll never forget. " wh- what are we doing?"

" Revenge, dear hobo. Revenge. You know the best way to get it?"

" ...Success?"

" yes. And the best way to kill?" When he doesn't responded, Cheryl's eyes thunder. " Beauty."

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crazymisscarly · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday (or Thursday if you’re Aussie like me lol)

Betty and Jughead’s Honeymoon and baby fic :) (ft. Jordan and foetus Emma Jones 😂)

Thanks for the promptathon prompt lads, sorry I didnt have it finished on time 😂

Working Title: Becoming Mommy

Trimester One

There was very little talking for the first two hours during the unofficial start of their honeymoon.

Betty noted that Veronica had certainly added some really cute and romantic touches to the Five Seasons suite she’d gifted them for their wedding night (“What else are you meant to give a couple that already purchased their household necessities when they moved in together?” Veronica had remarked). The rose petals cheesily strewn across their bed, candles that the workers must have only recently lit if they were avoiding a fire safety hazard, and a bucket of champagne on ice that probably cost more than a week’s work; all were just a bonus aesthetic that livened up the already amorous mood Betty was in as Jughead kissed her neck and brushed his hands along the zipper at the back of her dress.

Jughead made an almost crude remark about implementing their plans of ‘going the old fashioned route’ and creating a honeymoon baby to make their marriage official, and Betty was overcome with both sentimental emotion and desire as she turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She could have told him then that they may have already conceived said honeymoon baby… but she focused on the feel of his lips on hers and the heat of his skin as she helped him remove his own wedding attire.

After that, there were only the sounds of their gasping moans filling the air… the only words their affirmations of appreciation…

Later, Jughead sat up as Betty crawled towards him across their large bed. She sat on her knees, and the sight of her naked body distracted him from seeing what she was holding in her hands. Until she reached out and placed it in his palm, and he mournfully looked away from her to inspect the small plastic object.

His eyes widened and his head whipped back towards her. “Betty, is this…?”

She smiled. “Read it.”

He inspected the tiny digital screen located at one end of the pregnancy test. Right there, in tiny black writing were the words: Pregnant. 5-6 Weeks.

Betty had tears in her eyes when Jughead looked up at her in excitement. “We’re gonna have a baby?” He asked, unable to keep the grin off of his face.

“Yeah,” Betty whispered, “we really are.” She was still smiling as Jughead pulled her down on top of him.

He reached up and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She had a stray rose petal stuck to the side of her neck, but he could only focus on the overwhelming joy he felt at the prospect of growing their family.

“Jordan’s going to be a big brother.” Jughead said, awe filling his voice.

Betty smiled and crossed her arms against Jughead’s chest. She leaned forward, laying her chin atop her folded arms. “Do you think he’ll be… happy about it?”

Jughead gently brushed the rose petal off her skin. “I can guarantee that he will.”

“Really?” Betty asked hopefully.

Jughead smirked. “Well, he’s only asked me five times if I can buy him a brother or sister, so I’m sure he’ll be thrilled when he finds out we won’t need to look for children on eBay.”

Betty laughed so hard that her body shook Jughead’s own. That movement provided quite the welcome distraction for several minutes as Jughead pulled her even closer… their lips melded together…

Mournfully, just as Jughead was intending to slide his hands down Betty’s back and rest them somewhere between her legs, she looked up and frowned.

“I don’t think we can drink that expensive looking champagne.” She mused, pursing her lips as she glanced at the silver bucket resting beside their bed. She smirked, then looked back down at him. “Well, I can’t. You don’t have to suffer with me, though.”

Jughead let out a breathy laugh. “The mere sight of you already has me intoxicated anyway.”

“So poetic of you.” Betty said softly, a giggle leaving her lips. But her cheeks flushed red as she leaned down and kissed him again.

Jughead pulled back for a moment. “We could save it? Maybe crack it open on our anniversary…”

Betty pursed her lips. “It does say vintage on the label. I’m sure it won’t expire.”

Jughead squinted and tried to make out words on the bottle. “You can read that from here?”

“Perks of twenty twenty vision.”

“Ah, my one weakness.”

To be continued…

#Bughead fanfiction #my fics #riverdale season 5 au #bughead #Bughead pregnancy #Parent bughead

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sweetpeasgirl · 4 years

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Treat You Better | Sweet Pea

Description: Based on the song “Treat You Better” by Shawn Mendes, Jughead and Y/n’s relationship is at it’s bittersweet end and Sweet Pea, her best friend, is there to defend her

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Warnings: Kinda angsty but not really

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

The White Wrym is not where you thought you would spend your Saturday night but Jughead had said that he needed to take care of a few things and you didn't want to be blown off again. You understand that he's busy, you really do. He's the son of the former Serpent leader; of course he's going to have a lot more on his plate. You just didn't think he'd push you off of it- the plate.

Sweet Pea had warned you about that. It was the latest topic of argument between you. For best friends, the two of you fight a lot. You know he's just trying to look out for you, that's been his role since the two of you were kids. He's in the grade above you, and was originally your older brother's friend, but they fell out a couple years ago. He never left you though.

He's always been the one watching your back. At first he just kept you out of harm's way, whether that be from grade school bullies or the men who lurk in alleyways when you're trying to walk home. Now, though, he has to watch out for boys who say they care about you but don't. He has to watch out for heartbreak.

That's where Jughead comes in. Sweet Pea is just being his overprotective self, like usual. Sure, you've had your fair share of walking out into the busy street with your head down, and he's had to pull you back quite a few times, but this is different. He can't save a heart that's supposed to break. Jughead does care about you, or at least he did when you first got together last year. Some things, however, just aren't meant to last forever.

Forever is a long time and time has a funny way of changing things.

"Juggie, it's your turn," your voice is quiet as you hand him the wooden pool cue, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

It's cold in the bar and you had been alerted so suddenly that date night was getting moved here that you didn't have time to grab a sweater. You can feel the stares burning into uncovered shoulders. It puts you on edge as Jughead accepts the cue from your shaky hands and takes his shot absentmindedly. Something's going on in his head, you can tell by the way he furrows his eyebrows and watches the people around him.

You, meanwhile, are trying hard not to look anywhere but the green felt of the pool table. There's commotion all around you. Shouts can be heard from the bar and the sound of smashing bottles that accompanies them. There's laughter coming from somewhere else but it doesn't sound friendly. Whatever it's about is cruel; it’s something that should not be made a joke of.

You're definitely way out of your comfort zone. Hell, you're way out of your un-comfort zone. You're just plain scared and, with the lack of conversation that Jughead is providing, the regret is bubbling quick in your chest. You almost wish he would just break up with you so you can cry and move on already.

"Jughead," a loud voice breaks the awkward silence around the crowded pool table, "there you are boy. We can finally discuss what you wanted to talk about now."

A tall, middle aged man with light brown hair and a weeks worth of beard growth pats your boyfriend on the back. Jughead shoots you an apologetic look as he passes the pool cue back to you once more. Your blood runs cold as he starts to walk in the opposite direction with the newcomer. He's seriously leaving you alone, in a room full of people who honestly aren't the safest characters, on what was supposed to be your night. Something happened to the boy you first knew and this just settled what you already thought. It’s over.

Your eyes blur with unshed tears at the hurt and fear circulating through your veins. He disappears from sight and the dark atmosphere gets hazier as you grip the side of the table to keep yourself steady. You can once again feel the stares burning into your back. It's like they were waiting for you to be left unattended. When you're with Jughead, the heir of the Serpent crown, you can't be touched. When you're with Sweet Pea, their deadly warrior, you can't be touched. When it's just you, though, anything goes.

You don't know what to do. It's only a matter of time before someone approaches you and when that happens you'll be in a situation that you probably won't be able to get yourself out of. That's the one thing your mother always told not to do; never put yourself into a situation that you can't get out of. Sweet Pea would not be happy.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?"

Case in point. You jump at the sound of his voice but spin around instantly and bury yourself into his chest nonetheless. The tears fall down your face before you can stop them but you really couldn't care less. The smell of leather and pine surrounds you and warmth finally fills your body. Apparently you're colder than you had originally thought.

The relief that fills you is unmeasurable and you cling to Sweet Pea tightly, "It was supposed to be our night but-” you hiccup, tugging on his jacket- “I didn't want to miss another date night-” another hiccup- “I didn't want to-” you rub your forehead against his chest, your voice now just a whisper- “he left."

Your thoughts come out scrambled and between ugly sobs but it's enough for Sweet Pea to gather the overall picture of what happened. After all, he has been doing this for a while. He tightens his arms around you, the anger radiating off his uncovered skin in heated waves.

"He left you? Here?" Sweet Pea is seething when he pulls back.

He lifts you to sit on the edge of the pool table, the game laying discarded behind you. The visual reminder only makes the tears come faster and the warmth leave your bones again. You start shivering but this time you can't steel yourself enough to stop, the realization dawning before you can lie to yourself again. You and Jughead are done. You have been for a long time now and everyone else saw it before you did.

"Pea, we're over," you can't raise your voice above a harsh whisper, covering your raw face with your hands to suffocate the onslaught of cries you can feel bubbling to the surface, "we're over now. You were right."

You close your eyes to avoid staring into Sweet Pea's murderous chocolate ones. All you feel now is the ice circling your veins.

"Baby, hey," a large jacket that smells too much like Sweet Pea to not belong to him is draped over your shoulders, "it's okay. We'll go home."

The anger seeps out of his voice and you peer up to see the concerned face of your best friend once more. He's looking at you in the same way he was the time fell out of Jughead's tree house. You had blacked out from the fall and woke up in the hospital with a broken leg. He was so scared that he didn't leave your side for a minute. But it's different now, you're not physically hurt, so he shouldn't look worried.

You let out a sorrowful breath and just nod your head, a deep weariness settling over your being. At least you're getting what you had wanted. A clean break.

"Y/n, can we talk?"

You hadn't noticed Jughead come back but now he stands a little behind Sweet Pea who is still in front of you. Sweet Pea instantly turns at the sound of his voice, the rage back and in full swing. You just lower your head, too tired to keep it up.

"Jones you're so lucky I'm not beating the crap out of you right now. I didn't think you were stupid enough to leave her here but I guess I was wrong! You're just lucky I happened to be here. And that she doesn't hate you." Sweet Pea spits his words at Jughead

"Look, man, can I just talk to my girlfriend?" Jughead's voice is monotone, both of you knowing he's just calling you his so that he can officially end it once and for all.

It's for the best and you both know it. His phrasing, however, doesn't go over well with Sweet Pea.

"Are you serious right now? Or is this a sick joke? You forfeit that title when you left her as free game for anyone in this place,” Sweet Pea steps towards him and you hold your breath, knowing quite well who would win the fight if one were to ensue. “You're dating the most beautiful girl in this shitty town and you treat her like she doesn't even matter! If it was me she wouldn't be crying on a damn table, she would know damn well just how much I love her!"

Your head snaps up at his words, your breath hitching in your throat. The commotion of the bar is drowned out around you and all you can see is Sweet Pea's back. He can't really love you, can he? He's just making a point, being the best friend he always has been. The logic makes sense to you but you can feel your heart breaking for the second time tonight because of it.

You place a hand on Sweet Pea's shoulder, drawing his attention back to you, "it's okay Pea, I should talk to him at least."

He doesn't look happy but he nods, helping you off the table and moving to the side to let you pass. You look at Jughead and toss him a melancholy smile. It's wrapped with bittersweet memories from all your late night's at Pop's and early mornings coming back from the drive-in. Jughead and you had some pretty good times despite your inevitable end. Maybe, just maybe, though, you can make it a peaceful end.

"Y/n I do love you," Jughead takes his beanie off and runs his hand through his already messy, raven locks, "but not like I did before. Somewhere between moving here and, well, taking on the role of my dad I let us fall apart. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Juggie. I probably wasn't putting as much effort in as I could have," he scoffs at that, a guilty smirk on his face.

You both know that you gave this relationship your all. But, standing here now with Sweet Pea's eyes searing into your back, it's pretty clear that your heart was forming attachments with another person. Which means that sooner or later you and Jughead would have fallen apart anyway. Sometimes these kinds of things are no one's fault. It's a mutual heartbreak and when it needs to happen, it needs to happen.

"You know, y/n, I don't feel too bad about losing you to him."

You furrow your brows at his comment, your voice cracking slightly when you speak, "what do you mean? He was just saying all that stuff. Pea doesn't love me."

Jughead rolls his eyes and glances quickly at Sweet Pea before walking closer to you. You can tell he doesn't want him to hear what he's about to say.

"Y/n that boy is in over his head. It's a feeling I can relate very much to but listen to me," his eyes capture yours in a serious stare, "he's going to treat you better than I ever could. He's not going to leave you in dangerous situations or bail on plans. Can't you see he'd take a bullet for you?"

Your heart races at his words and you spare a glance at Sweet Pea. He's already looking at you, the worry back in his mesmerizing eyes. He raises an eyebrow at you, pulling a smile to your lips. Maybe Jughead is right. Maybe you love Sweet Pea as more than a best friend.

Looking at him now, his tanned skin glowing under the dim lights and his dark brown hair pushed behind his ears, there's no doubt in your mind that you're attracted to him. Sweet Pea has always looked handsome in your eyes, even after a fight with purple bruises staining his face. You think back to all the times he's been there when you needed him most. That boy drops whatever he's doing when you call; no matter if you're just bored or looking for someone to nap next to he’s there next to you. You've always felt at home when you're with him. Hell, you have a drawer in his room devoted to your clothes.

Sweet Pea loves you and you're pretty damn sure that you love him too.

Turning back to Jughead, you nod your head, "I'd take one for him too."

"Good. I think I'll leave now. Thanks for everything, y/n," Jughead pulls you into one last hug before heading out the door.

You pull Sweet Pea's jacket tighter around you as you walk back towards him. He gathers you once more into his chest and you let the last of your tears fall. There will never be a time when parting isn't such sweet sorrow. It's the beginning of something new but also the end of something that you once thrived on. However, wrapped completely in Sweet Pea's scent, you've never felt like you belonged somewhere so much.

"Ready to go home baby?"

"Yeah Pea. Let's go home."

#Sweet Pea #sweet pea riverdale #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagine #jughead jones #riverdale series #reader insert

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auroracalisto · 4 years

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as fate will have it

request: Can I please request a Sweet Pea x sweet/innocent!fem!reader when soulmates meet, something important to themselves appears on their soulmate’s wrist as a tattoo. So since being a Serpent is so important to Sweet Pea, a Serpent tattoo appears on Y/n’s wrist, and since being loving is so important to Y/n, a heart would appear on Sweet Pea’s wrist. It would be especially cute if Y/n found out that she’s actually FP’s daughter/Jughead’s year younger sister (but was raised by her adoptive parents in the Northside and maybe FP didn’t know that he had another daughter because her birth mom never told him she was pregnant) because she has “Serpent blood” so it’s like it was fate. Oooo also, I don’t know if this would be good to add to the plot, but it would also be interesting if Y/n’s adoptive parents told her she had to pick between them or FP & Jug, so an it’s us or them type of thing. Y/n picks FP, her birth dad, and her newfound older brother, Jughead, so she would go to live with them in the trailer. — @kpopgirlbtssvt

summary: request covers this

word count: 2.4k words

warnings: rude parents? adoption (idk if that’s something to trigger, but just to be safe). being kicked out of home. it’s also very possible that it’s ooc sweet pea BUT it’s fineeee

author’s notes: i wanted to clarify that it’s been like two years since i last saw the first season riverdale, so some things could be a little off. the show is wack but i love the characters. i also might have somewhat gone off from what the request was, and if i went off too much, just let me know and i will write something else!

Your friend quickly took her seat beside you, smiling. "Did you hear?"

"Hear what?" you looked up from your book, slipping a piece of paper in between the old pages.

She let out a soft giggle. "Well, uh, I know you don't really care, but everyone else is busy—"

"—is that why you're talking to me?"

"Oh my god, no," she blushed. "No, sorry, that came out totally insensitive, didn't it? I just... okay, well, they're closing down the southside."

Your eyes widened a bit. "What?"

"Yeah. They're gonna consolidate the schools. So everyone from the southside will be coming up here. They're supposed to start coming in today. You should try to see if anyone is your soulmate," she grinned.

"Yeah, okay, but you've already found your soulmate," you sighed softly, standing up. You had hardly touched your lunch at all. From your book and the mention of your soulmate, you didn't want to touch it. You wanted to meet your soulmate. Oh, you wanted to love them like they deserved to be loved. But here you were, finding it hard to believe that you had a soulmate.

Your friend just smiled. "You know I love you, right?"

You rose an eyebrow but you soon returned the smile. "Yeah, yeah. I know."

She just smiled before she rushed off, gods only know where.

You stuffed your book back into your backpack, carrying your tray to empty it. You needed to stop by your locker before your next class.

Walking out of the cafeteria, you started towards your lockers. New faces filled the hallway the farther you walked. You could feel the anxiety start creeping into your veins, but not because of the southside—you had began to wonder if you would find your soulmate from the people who transferred.

You sighed softly to yourself as you came to your locker—and you had even been prepared to get into it when you saw a man leaning up against it. He was tall, his hair was dark, and he had gorgeous brown eyes. He was talking to a short girl with streaked hair and another guy with equally dark hair.

You cleared your throat to get the tall guy's attention and your blush only darkened as he looked over at you.

"Would you mind moving? You're on top of my locker..."

He stared at you for a moment before he nodded, pushing himself off from the locker. But before he could move too far, a searing pain took over his wrist. Just as quickly as it had came, it disappeared. He quickly looked down at his wrist, only to realize that the same exact thing had happened to you. And now, you were staring down at a serpent tattoo on your wrist, whereas a heart took its place on his own.

The girl with streaks in her hair was smiling. "Uuhhhh," she grabbed a hold of the other boy. "Have fun," she quickly said, before leading him away.

You blushed and looked up at the man. "Uh—"

"—a northsider?" he asked, but he couldn't help his smile from forming. He was about to tease you, but he couldn't help his happiness. He finally found his soulmate. "Do you know how much hell I'm gonna get for this?"

Your blush only darkened. "I—I, well," you breathed out, but your own smile spread across your face. "That's exciting. I still need to get in my locker." You were buzzing with happiness. The boy moved out of the way and you quickly got into it, looking up at him. He was far taller than you. You couldn't help the grin that showed up.

"I'm Sweet Pea," he said.

You blushed. "That's cute." He rose his eyebrows. "I mean—" you let out an awkward laugh. "My name is [Your name]."

"It's nice to meet you, [Your name]," he blushed a bit. He just smiled. He would have said more, but his name was shouted from across the hallway. He looked at you and bit his lip, before he suddenly grabbed your arm, taking a permanent marker from your locker. He wrote down his number before he looked up at you and grinned. "Text me, okay?"

You blushed and nodded, before you watched him leave.

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That night, you were too excited to tell your parents about your day. You finally found your soulmate. And he was totally attractive. And worth your love. You had decided this just moments after he grabbed your arm to write his number down. It felt like the stars were aligned, just for you. Perhaps that's what it felt like when you found your soulmate—like nothing could go wrong.

But as you walked in to your home, dropping your backpack to the floor, it was dead silent. You walked into the dining room, seeing your parents sitting there with a couple of papers laying out. Your mother was close to tears, but your father seemed angry. He cleared his throat as he saw you.

"[Your name]. Sit."

You did as you were told, beginning to frown. You looked at your mom. "What's going on?"

"[Your name]. Remember how we told you we had adopted you?"

You looked at your dad and nodded. "Of course. But that doesn't matter... because you're both my parents. What's this about?"

"Your mother."

You quickly looked at her, frowning.

"Your mother fabricated a couple of papers. She wanted a baby so badly that she would lie about who you belonged to just so she could have you."

"What?"

"You belong to FP," your dad said, staring down your mother. You always knew that your father didn't like southsiders, but this was odd.

"I don't belong to anyone, dad—"

"—don't," he said, frowning at you. "Your mother decided that it was okay to adopt the child of a gang leader. She put us in danger. Your sister. Your grandparents."

"What—they've never hurt anyone," you frowned at the man. "Why would she have endangered them if they swear against violence like that—"

"—you'd be surprised," he snorted through his nose. He clenched his jaws before he handed you the papers. Before you could grab them, he just dropped them in front of you. You picked one up, seeing your real birth certificate. Your birth mother was listed, and then so was your birth father. Your father was right—FP Jones was listed as your birth father.

Your face paled and you looked up at him. "What is this? What are you trying to tell me?"

"Choose."

"Excuse me?"

"Choose. The Jones. Or us."

You looked over at your mother in disbelief. "What happens if I choose you?"

"We will forbid you from talking with the Jones."

You blinked a couple of times, confusion washing over you. "But if they're my biological family, I'd like to know them—"

"—if that's the case," your father frowned, "just go and live with them."

You stared at him, feeling your heart beat rushing in your ears. You quickly got to your feet. Your mother wasn't defending you. Your father was kicking you out. It only took a few moments for you to decide that you would leave. You quickly rushed to the front door, grabbing your bag. But not before you had grabbed the papers your father had sat in front of you. The proof was in the ink—literally.

You pulled your backpack onto your back, looking down at the papers as you pulled out your phone.

It had been literal years since you last talked to Jughead Jones. You had his contact, still. At least, the one he had whenever the two of you were friends in your seventh grade year. You began to hope that the stars were aligned for you once more as you clicked on the contact and listened to it ringing. By the fourth ring, you were prepared to turn your phone off, but you almost gasped as you heard Jughead's voice.

"Shh," you heard Jughead, before he said hello.

"Jughead? Uh, it's [Your name]—"

"—yeah, I have your contact."

"Right," you blushed. "I, uh," you cleared your throat. "Do you mind if I swing by your house? I need to talk to your dad."

You didn't mention the fact that you had just been kicked out of your home. That could come at a later point in time.

Jughead blinked a couple of times and he leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, of course. When will you be here?"

"In about an hour," you said.

"Alright. See you then?"

With that, he hung up. He looked over at Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni.

"Who was that?" Sweet Pea asked.

"[Your name]."

[]

You hadn't anticipated the walk to Jughead's house, but you still remembered the way. It had taken you the full hour to get there from your house. But you were there. As you walked up to the trailer, you noticed two motorcycles parked by Jughead's dad's truck. You walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. You probably looked a mess—from the walk and from the cold air, you were sure you were as red as the red lipstick you always had stuffed in the bottom of your book bag.

The door began to open and you quickly greeted Jughead, only stopping short when you realized Sweet Pea had answered.

He smiled at you. "Hi."

You began to blush and you smiled. "Hi..."

He moved out of the way and let you inside. FP was in the living room, and he looked over at you, confused.

"What has it been?" he asked, beginning to smile. "Three years?"

"Four, sir," you weakly smiled.

FP took notice and he tilted his head. Sweet Pea frowned and led you over to sit down. He looked at the papers in your hands as he sat on the edge of the armchair you sat on. His eyes widened and he quickly looked over at Jughead and his father.

"I... I wanted to tell you about this. I don't... do you remember a Julie Harding?"

FP blinked harshly before he nodded. "Yes."

You took in a deep breath as you looked down at the papers. "She's my birth mother."

Jughead looked at you with a frown. "You were adopted?"

You nodded towards him and handed FP your papers. He took one look at the birth certificate and he looked up at you in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

You weakly smiled, once more. "They kicked me out when they realized you were my birth dad."

Sweet Pea's jaw was locked as he looked at you.

FP frowned. "Well. You're always welcome here. I... I can't believe this," he said. His frown soon formed into a smile. "I have another daughter," he breathed out.

Jughead looked at the papers for a moment. "We're siblings?"

"I guess so," you began to smile as well.

Sweet Pea watched you for a moment. You were always filled with smiles. You were always happy, even in moments like this. It astounded him, but he knew that he needed that in his life. He knew that the stars were truly aligned in just the right way.

He suddenly took a hold of your hand and you laced your fingers with his, blushing. Sure, your parents hurt you. But you took one look around the trailer and you realized that these people were the ones that you could truly make a family out of.

[]

Two months down the road, you were still asking Sweet Pea to move out of the way so you could get into your locker. But instead of him staring at you the entire time, he would just kiss your cheek or your forehead, or even your lips, and move to stand on the other side. Which side truly depended on his mood, just like where he kissed you.

Every time you would see Jughead, he would greet you with a smile and a short conversation, but when the two of you were with your new friends, you were truly yourself. You found comfort in the serpents. You found comfort in your biological family, and with your soulmate, Sweet Pea.

Sweet Pea stood by your locker, his arms crossed over his chest as he saw you walk down the hall. He couldn't help his frown from turning into a smile. Before you could ask him to move, he leaned forward to kiss your cheek. He quickly took your books and stuffed them in your already opened locker—Toni had memorized your combination and he asked her to unlock it for him.

He took your hand. "Come on. I have a surprise for you."

You rose an eyebrow but you laced his fingers with his. You tried to protest when you realized that he was about to lead you out of the school, but you stopped yourself. FP wouldn't berate you for skipping a couple of classes.

Sweet Pea brought you over to his motorcycle and her turned to look at you, smiling. "Wear this," he said, handing you his helmet.

You just blushed and did as you were told before you got onto the back of the sleek bike. You wrapped your arms around his torso and he put on his helmet before he started his motorcycle and took off. He drove fast, but not dangerously. In a matter of minutes, the two of you were back at FP's trailer. Sweet Pea helped you off and took a hold of both of your hands.

"What—"

"I don't have anything to show you. I just... know that your birthday is coming up soon and I wanted to celebrate alone while we can."

You blushed and gently shoved his shoulder.

"Not that," he laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Nah, I wanted to have a movie marathon with you, but if that's what you want—"

"—movie marathon," you blushed, taking a hold of his hand once more. He smiled and led you into the trailer.

He stopped in the doorway to look at you, just taking in your beauty. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"Did I ever tell you how thankful I am that you're my soulmate?" he asked.

You just blushed and shook your head as he let out a soft laugh and hugged onto you.

Your soulmate acted tough in public—but around you and in private, he was a softy. Your heart melted every time you saw him, and actions like this only strengthened your love for the man. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

"I love you, Sweet Pea."

His eyes widened as he heard the words, but his smile never left him.

"I love you, too, [Your name]."

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader?#riverdale #riverdale x reader #one-shot #fp jones #jughead jones #y/n jones #soulmate #soulmate au

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girlsloveamystery · 3 years

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Jughead watched as Betty slept in his arms' protective embrace. His mate had finally relaxed long enough to let Jughead lull her to sleep in his arms. He knew she was exhausted beyond belief at this point – the only thing keeping her from collapsing was her sheer determination alone. All Jughead wanted to do was tell her – show her that she didn't have to force herself to meet the impossible standards she set for herself. Not for him. Not for anybody.

Eyes drifting to his mate once more, Jughead watched as she shuddered in her sleep, body visibly forcing off whatever violent things were plaguing her dreams. The quiet whimper of, "mom, come back", allowed Jughead to know exactly what his mate was dreaming about: the night her family was brutally murdered. Heart aching at her pain, Jughead pressed his lips tenderly against her temple, gently tightening his hold on her – just enough for Betty to feel his presence and know he was still there.

"Baby," he murmured. "It's okay."

Betty shifted in his hold, placing her head against his chest as she burrowed herself deeper against him, causing Jughead to readjust his hold on her accordingly. Her quiet whimpers of pain that tore at his heart strings seemed to get quieter and quieter until they eventually tapered off, alerting Jughead to the fact that Betty Cooper felt safe in his arms. It was a fact he wasn't sure he had done to deserve but a fact he knew he'd cherish forever if she'd let him. Anywhere Betty went, Jughead would be chasing right behind her. With one final kiss to her temple, Jughead closed his own eyes, letting sleep overcome him now that he had been granted the knowledge Betty felt safe and secure once more.

#also on ao3 #bughead #fanfiction #alpha omega

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sweetbettycooper · 4 years

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The INXS Life Chpt 19 Sneak peek

Smutty Christmas Edition....

“Congratulations Betty and Jughead!” FP cheered proudly, holding his glass to the sky in a joyes toast.

“Yeahhhh!! Wooooo!” The crowd of Serpents yelled, holding up their glasses and clinking them together. Their voices echoing around the cleared out SouthSide Auto Repairs and Mechanics shop while the first snow of winter fell outside.

After Betty and Jughead told their close friends and family about their engagement, Jughead couldn’t talk FP out of throwing them an engagement party. It also doubled as their annual Serpent Christmas Eve bash but it was more fun that way.

Jughead and Betty raised their glasses with everyone. Beer for him and Water for Betty. Their eyes met with delight as they gazed lovingly at each other forgetting they were surrounded by a mob of people. Betty tightly tucked into Jughead's side. Jughead could see Betty’s eyes twinkling as a wide smile spread across her lips. A moment he would never forget. A moment he would replay over and over in his mind for years to come. Betty couldn’t wait to be his wife and she was so glad she had everyone’s support. This was it. Their real life, the one they were always meant to have together, had begun.

“And Merry Christmas to everyone! Drink up big!!” FP laughed, bringing his speech to an end.

Jughead leaned in close, scooping the back of Betty’s head into his hand and moulding her lips into his. He didn’t care who was watching or how many catcalls and whistles they got, kissing Betty made all the white noise disappear. Although this time, the smile on Betty’s lips made it a lot harder for him to dip his tongue into her mouth and taste how sweet she always was. She just wouldn’t stop smiling and neither could he.

As soon as they parted Betty laughed and fell into Jughead’s chest, her cheeks hurting from how much she was grinning. She’d always imagined what this would feel like one day, but it paled in comparison to how ecstatic she felt now. Being engaged, pregnant, surrounded by friends and family.

Finally she had a normal life. It felt fucking amazing.

The night passed by in a wintery Christmas blur with Jughead always by her side. Always finding little ways to touch her and make her blush. Later Betty found herself slow dancing in Jughead's arms to soft christmas music as everyone else drank and danced around them.

“How long do you want to stay before we blow this joint and head home?” Jughead purred into Bettys ear, brushing his lips over her sensitive skin. He was trying to hide the fact that he was slightly drunk but his dancing was a dead give away.

“I thought the Serpent tradition was to see Christmas in at midnight?” Betty teased him, lifting an eyebrow at him sheepishly. She knew what he meant just by the tone of his voice.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I'm not planning on going home to sleep,” he Kissed her neck with more tongue than lips, making Betty giggle at his neediness. She really hoped Jughead would still be this desperate for her when she was the size of a whale in the months to come.

Betty could only concentrate on making sure she was breathing as Jughead ran one of his hands over her stomach while the other still stayed firm around her waist. He did that a lot now, feeling their baby. Letting him know that his dad was close, keeping his mom safe. Loving and protecting them.

Betty smiled as they swayed together to the soft music. She loved it when he did that. It made her insides curl and twist, turning her on to no end. Giving her a primal urge to jump his bones every time. But these days everything Jughead did turned Betty on.

“This is the best fucking Christmas gift I could ask for,” Jughead whispered with such love Betty wished the baby could hear him. His lips tickling her cheek as he spoke sending goosebumps down her spine.

“You're both more than I ever wished for Jug. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” Fisting his leather jacket she kissed him desperately. Teasing his lips and diving deeper the second he gave her access.

They left soon after, sneaking away when no one was looking. Their impatience making the walk home seem a lot longer than it was. It was freezing cold with the Christmas snow getting thicker but that just made Jughead hold Betty tighter to his side as they walked.

Eventually Betty led a Tipsy Jughead into their trailer and straight to their bedroom, her heart racing with every step. She turned to face him when she reached their bed, giggling as he stumbled right into her and he fell on top of her in a Clumsy playful mess.

They both laughed together hysterically between attempts at sealing their lips together. But their playful antics soon turned heated when Jughead trailed his lips down Betty's neck and lower over her bulging tits, leaving harsh deep marks in his wake. Biting and sucking like a hungry animal. Betty’s breathing turned ragged, her body shivering with delight when she rolled on top of him finally winning the battle for power and pressed her mouth against his in a messy kiss.

She straddled his lap, grinding hard against him. The weight of his hooded eyes looking up at her as their bodies rolled together instantly made her soaking wet. Her pussy was throbbing against his hard dick the friction not enough. Betty moaned helplessly needing to be inside him. There was no time for games or teasing tonight.

She leaned back, holding his gaze as she tugged her sweater and bra off throwing them aside. His hands gripped her waist painfully moving her back and forth across his crotch faster and faster.

“You want my dick baby?” Jugheads eyes watching Bettys tits bounce.

“Ahuh,” Betty whimpered, fisting jugheads hair tightly as she leant her body down and pressed her mouth to his. Frantically fiddling to undo his jeans and belt.

“Then fucking take it,” he taunted in her ear pulling her panties to the side under her skirt. Jughead knew he was tipping her further over the edge with each word he spoke. “I want to make you come.”

Jughead looked up at Betty as she eased down onto his dick. Betty’s face contorting with pain and pleasure. “FUCK!” They both groaned when Jughead suddenly thrusted up, impaling Betty harshly on his thick cock. He was pressed so deep inside her he almost came there and then and they hadn’t even started yet.

“Shit your pussy always feels so good Betts. Every goddamn time.”

Jughead started to move then. Greedy for his climax. Greedy to make Betty come undone. Growling like an animal he pounded up into her pulling her down at the same time driving into her.

“I need it deeper Jug.” Betty wailed knowing that there was no physical way he could possibly go deeper but she needed more of him. Every time he hit her cervix her adrenaline spiked.

Jughead sat up so they were both in a sitting position rolling together “I can’t Betts Fuck I’m already balls deep.” He took one nipple in his mouth and bit down desperately trying to hold on longer.

She cried and moaned against him, even louder when Jughead fingered her clit. Teasing and touching it just the way she liked it. Betty could feel his eyes on her watching her build and Betty slowly looked to him focusing on him through her pleasure haze.

“What?”

But Jughead didn’t answer. He just removed his hand from her clit and placed it over her swollen belly with his other hand. Smoothing over her skin. Gently Betty placed her hands on top of his in a loving embrace of their unborn child.

“I didn’t think I could love something else as much as you Betts but I fucking love my son.”

Betty almost broke down. She was so close to coming all over his dick and frustrated as hell that they had suddenly stopped but how could she be mad when Jughead spoke those perfect words.

“If you weren’t pregnant right now I would pump you so full of my cum over and over until you couldn’t fucking take it and my kid was inside you,” Jughead suddenly flipped them so he hovered over Betty now on her back. Bettys was too far gone to even speak.

“And you know what baby once we have our son that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Jughead growled pounding into her again. Both of them needed release. “You said you wanted a big family righ?”

“Mmmmhuh,” Betty cried her insides shaking, clenching around Jughead. Quivering at his relentless pace.

“Then let me give it to you. Because I fucking love seeing you pregnant. It fucking turns me on.”

“GOD -,” breathless and out of her mind Betty could barely register Jugheads hand creeping around her neck, starting to squeeze. “Get me pregnant again Jughhh-,”

“God I’m going to use your beautiful fucking pussy so much.” Jughead had lost control. Using his position on her neck as an anchor to hit inside her over and over, making Betty come undone. Struggling for air as her release racked over her body. Pulsing and shaking she clenched so tightly around Jughead he let her go only to fist the bed head and shoot his own warm come deep inside her.

“Merry Fucking Christmas Baby.”

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #bughead fanfic #betty x jughead #betty cooper #riverdale #jughead jones #fanfiction #fanfic #jughead x betty

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years

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Betty//tell me something nice, like flowers and blue skies

Request: Can I request a Reader/Betty with the song I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend by Girl In Red, maybe reader pines over Betty how she pines over Archie

hey! before i ramble trigger warning: i don’t really know how to describe it, so there’s like a nightmare bit and people aren’t really nice about the reader being gay, so if that upsets you don’t read. anyway! it’s loving women hours (when is it not?) as i’m writing this its october, so it’s officially girl in red season! happy holidays gays!

Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews and Y/n L/l/n. The three musketeers of Riverdale. Wherever one of them went, the other two followed.

You have lived next door to each other, since before any of you were even born. Your moms went to baby classes together, your dads let you play in the back yard while the three of them enjoyed a beer. There was never a day that at least two of you weren’t together.

Every birthday party was spent showing presents off and eating far too much cake. And every weekend sleepover was spent giggling way into the night and eating junk food, only to be told off by one of your moms. You would plan countless pranks that Polly would always be on the receiving end of, and then when the three of you were inevitably grounded for ruining another thing of hers, you’d hang out of your bedroom windows to wave at each other.

As the three of you grew older, your parents thought you would grow apart. All three of you developed new interests and personalities, but despite everything you stuck together. Promising to go through High School by each others side.

But then disaster struck. Hormones got the better of one of you and suddenly Betty was pining over Archie. Which was bad news for all three of you.

Because while Archie was all Betty wanted, he wanted everybody but her. He even tried it on with you once, it ended awfully and you both vowed never to speak of it ever again.

You don’t know how many hours you’ve spent sat on her bed while she watched Archie from her bedroom window, despite you telling her how creepy it is.

At first it was kind of boring. You just watched her, watch him and then you’d listen to her mope, tell her he’ll realize soon and then go home. But then it stopped being boring and something shifted. You found it more hurtful?

Like whenever she would talk about him in that lovestruck tone, it felt like your something twisting your lungs. You found yourself stuttering over your words when she talked to you. Your cheeks would heat up whenever she was in close proximity of you, and if she touched you, even if it was just a light graze of her fingers over your own, your mind would go blank and busy all at once.

You found yourself sneaking glances at her whenever she wasn’t looking, or trying your hardest to make her laugh, even if it meant making yourself look like an idiot. She was the last thing you thought of when you went to sleep, the first thing you thought of when you woke up and she was every other thought in between.

The littlest of interactions between you had you overthinking. What did that smile mean? Why did she ask just you to hang out and not Archie too? Is she trying to tell you something? Was that goodbye wave just a goodbye wave or was it something else? And that goodnight text? Was there a tone to it?

It was only when she rang you at 2am to ask you what you thought Archie meant by ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’, did you realize.

You’d fallen for your very straight best friend.

fuck

Nobody knew you were into girls. Not even you were aware of it until her.

Until she made you look forward to going to school because that meant you’d get to see her. Until she made you feel like the most important girl in the world when she smiled at you. Until she made butterflies swarm in your stomach whenever she so much as looked at you.

But she always talked to Archie before you first thing in the morning. She always smiled brighter at Archie, and she always looked away far too soon.

Even if had beed years since she’s first fallen for him and she’s dated Jughead in between. You could tell there was still something there between them.

Just look at me the same

Riverdale is a small town, people talk and people judge. So for now, you’ll stay in the very comfy closet your in.

You’re graduating soon so you just have to keep in a secret for another four months. That’s totally do-able.

But then again you and Betty have applied for the same college’s so who knows what going to happen then. Maybe you’ll find a girl there that you’ll fall for.

But there’s nobody like Betty Cooper.

There never was and there never will be.

She’s the only good thing to come out of this place. Even after everything she’s been through, they’re usually things you’ve also been dragged into by either her or Archie, but she always comes out the other side stronger.

She’s a force to be reckoned with.

She’s wonderful.

If you tell people that you were into woman, then there’s a chance that Betty might find out you like her and you definitely don’t want that.

So you’ll continue secretly pining and looking way too much into things.

You’ll continue to listen to her talk about Archie or Jughead or whoever she likes this week, in exactly the same way you think about her.

You’ll lie next to her at Friday night sleepovers and try to keep your breathing normal as she cuddles into the side of you. You’ll stop yourself brushing hair from her face, from stroking her arm gently and from pressing gentle kisses to her head.

You stop yourself from doing all of those things and just lie there. Letting the darkness envelop you as she snores softly beside you. And when you eventually fall asleep she’s there too, but something’s off.

She’s looking at you all wrong. Everybody is. They’re looking at you like you’ve done something wrong. Archie and Betty stand hand in hand, and they glare at you. The world around you twists and warps, you try and get closer to them, to ask whats wrong but they just keep jumping further and further away. And then she tells you, she knows. She knows everything, about the way you feel, how you think of her and she’s looking at you like you’re a stranger. They all are and the world becomes tighter around you and its getting harder and harder to breath an-

“Y/n?!”

You eyes snap open and you sit upright, gasping for breath.

Betty stares at you, eyes full of panic as she moves to sit in front of you. She flicks the lamp on as she moves and the room is flooded in a soft orange glow. The duvet bunches around you and she moves it down to allow you to breathe and cool down.

“Breathe. You’re okay. It’s okay. I’m here.” She says, her voice firm but soothing. Her hands rest on your shoulders and you force yourself to nod, and slowly start to breathe properly. “Are you okay?” She asks, her voice now a lot less panicked and a wave of embarrassment rolls over you.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “Just a bad dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” She lies back down and you follow apprehensively.

“No thanks.” You mumble and move your pillow.

In times like this its good that you have shared trauma. It means if you get bad dreams about your best friend finding out you like her, thats not the first thing she assumes.

She probably thinks its got to do with the Gargoyle King, or that night you were hunted through the woods. Or when you went to Lodge’s Lodge and got robbed. Veronica had insisted that it was couple’s only but Betty had fought for you to come. Saying that if her and Archie were both away you’d be alone. Plus, the three of you come as package. You want one, you get all of them.

You shuffle backwards towards the wall, trying to put as much space between the two of you as you possibly can. She doesn’t seem to get your hint and just moves closer to you, slinging her arm over your waist and you feel goosebumps rise over your skin.

Your eyes flutter shut but the dark and distorted world you were previously trapped in plays behind your eyes like a really bad horror movie and so they snap open again.

You hold in a gasp once you notice how close she is to your, your foreheads barely touching, her blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow and the ends tickle your face.

“You okay?” She mumbles and opens an eyelid to look at you.

“I just don’t think I can sleep right now.” You reply causing her to frown and look at you properly. She props her head up with her head and her hair falls around her face as she angles her head to look at you properly.

You want to kiss her.

She’s right there so you could. She’s lying in front of you and she’s giving you a look you’ve never seen directed at you before.

You could just lean up and kiss her. You wonder if it will feel like how you’ve imagined. If her lips are as soft as they look and if you’ll still be able to feel them long after you’ve stopped. If the feeling will engrain itself into your memory, becoming impossible to forget. If her hands will hold your own or if they’ll settle on your cheek or in your hair. Will she be cautious as she kisses you or will it be the most sure she’s ever felt about something?

You want to kiss her until you lose your breath.

You want to get lost in her and for her to get lost in you. Until this is the only thing either of you know.

“Tell me something nice.”

“Like Archie’s hair today. Because it was really nice. I think he spent a little longer on it today but it was worth it. It looked very soft...very ginger.”

“No.” You laugh.

She’s gone back to Archie for this week and even if it does hurt, its a little comforting. It reminds you of when she first went on like this, you were unaware of your feelings then. You were just hanging out with your friend while she pined for your other one. There was no feelings to mess it up, at least not on your end.

Now you’re almost three years into this and there’s been more complicated emotions and plot twists than a teen drama. More moping than a Smiths song.

The internet is obsessed with the mutual pining trope, it’s romanticized beyond belief. And in a way you’re in one, the only problem is she’s pining for the wrong person, maybe so are you.

“Like flowers and blue skies.” You add after a few seconds of silence and a soft smile settles on her face.

“Okay. Come here.” She stretches her arms out towards you and you reluctantly shuffle towards her.

She squeezes you tightly before lying back down properly, her arms are wrapped around you and her chin rests on your head. You feel the steady beat of her heart and you hope she can’t feel your erratic one.

“Can you remember last Christmas?” She asks and you hum in agreement. “It was Christmas day, me, you and Archie got together in Archie’s backyard to do our annual present swap. It was freezing, but the sky was the bluest it had been for months. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and the sun was brighter than the previous summers.”

“It had been snowing.” You reply. “And we threw snowballs at Archie.”

“Yeah.” She laughs. “Archie threw one back, but it was more ice than snow and it hit me right on the nose.”

“I thought he’d broken your nose with the amount of blood.” You laugh.

“You took me home and made sure I was okay.”

“Of course I did.” You mumble, your voice sleepy. “I’d do anything for you.” You add, your voice muffled by a yawn.

“What?” She asks but you shake your head.

“Nothing.” You reply. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mom so confused.”

“So would you be if your kid and her friend were stood on the porch, one of them with blood pouring out of their nose and the other with blue lips almost the same shade as the sky.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. “Hey, what are you getting for Archie for Christmas this year?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs. “What about you?”

“I dunno, thats why I was asking you.” You reply and the two of you giggle quietly. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“A boyfriend.”

“Gross.” You mumble and she looks at you annoyed.

“What do you mean gross?”

“I mean...gross.”

“Shut up. You’ll understand when you get a boyfriend.”

“I highly doubt thats gonna happen.” You mutter making her frown and move to look at you.

“Don’t think like that.” She cups your cheeks in her hands and you feel your face heating up under the intensity of her stare. “You are so pretty. You’re the prettiest girl I know. Any boy would be lucky to have you.”

“Yeah, okay.” You snort and she sends you a look but decides not to say anything.

“Do you like anybody at the minute?” She asks, her chin resting back on your head and your breath hitches as you try and figure out the best way around this. It’s too late though, she heard you and now she’s staring at you wide-eyed with a bright grin on her face. “Oh my God. You do. You so like someone.”

“No, I er. No I don’-”

“Who is it. You have to tell me. I tell you everybody that I like.”

“I know.” You mumble making her glare at you.

“Please. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Do I know them?”

“No.” You shake your head.

“Okay, So I know them.”

“But I just said you didn’t.”

“I know. But I can tell when you’re lying. We’ve been friends for 18 years, I know all your tells.” She says.

A lump sits in your throat and you try your hardest to swallow it.

fuck

“So I know them?”

“No.” You sigh and lie down properly. “There’s no point in trying to guess because I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Why not?” She pouts and flops beside you, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Because. Plus, there’s no point in telling anyone because they don’t like me back.”

“How do you know? Have you asked them?”

“No, bu-”

“So how do you know?”

“Because I’m really not their type.” You say. It’s more to yourself than to her but neither of you seem to get the hint.

“You never know.” She argues.

“Believe me I do. So can we just drop this and go to sleep.” You snap.

Her happy expression disappears as she looks at her hands and you feel your chest tighten.

“Yeah sorry.” She whispers.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

“Its fine.” She shakes her head and turns to look at you.“I shouldn’t have pushed it. But before I drop it forever, for the record, whoever it is is an idiot for not liking you.” She says sincerely and you send her a small smile.

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, and your sure her gaze drops to your lips for a split second. But then you hear a bang on the bedroom door followed by her mom telling you to go to sleep and the moment, whatever it was, is gone. She drops your gaze and turns around, pulling the blanket all the way up to her chin.

You watch her turn, continuing to stare at her back before you sigh and face the other way.

You’re both stuck in the same place but you want to follow different paths.

You both know what its like to be a friend but want something more. The different is that she’s more likely to get what she wants. A boy can start to like his best friend, but you can’t turn a straight girl gay.

That knowledge weighs you down over the weekend. You, Betty, Archie, Jughead and Veronica hang out at Pops on Saturday. And even though you and Betty were the first one’s there, you somehow end up stuck on the end, forced to borrow a chair from someone else’s table.

Betty and Archie sit next to each other and laugh over inside jokes and their shared dislike of one of the new kids. Veronica and Jughead sit beside each other in an awkward silence. Every ten minutes one of them will try and desperately think of something that have in common but it never works.

And you?

You sit on the end with nothing to do and no one to talk to. So you leave early, muttering a small goodbye before rushing out of the diner. Veronica and Jughead mumble a small goodbye, and an hour later they come up with an excuse as to why they also need to leave.

But Betty and Archie don’t notice. They don’t notice you’ve gone until Jughead says goodbye an hour later.

They stay for a bit longer talking about stories from when they were younger, their plans for the rest of the weekend and whether they’ve done the homework for Miss Fireworth.

But something is missing. They both feel it, Betty more than Archie.

It settles in her bones, a feeling of loneliness. It’s only when Archie starts talking about if she thinks if Veronica would give him another chance does she realize it.

Of course! How could she have not seen it before It’s obvious. It was right in front of her this whole time and she’s only not just realized.

“Archie, I’ve got to go.” She says quickly, grabbing her bag and shuffling past him.

She feels terrible, all of these years you’ve been feeling like this and she’s been so oblivious. So inconsiderate. She’s the worst. But she’s going to make it right, she’s going to try her best to anyway.

“Okay.” He calls after her, she’s already out of the door by the time he replies and he watches her walk quickly out of the parking lot.

It takes her ten minutes to walk to your house and as soon as she runs up the steps of the porch she’s knocking loudly on the door. She moves from foot to foot, the excitement rising as she waits for you to answer the door.

The door swings open and your brows furrow once you see who it is. But before you have the chance to ask why she’s here, she’s already speaking.

“You like Archie?”

“What? No!” You exclaim and she raises an eyebrow.

“Its okay if you do. I actually think you guys would be really cute together.” She reassures you and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I don’t like Archie.” You repeat but she’s having none of it, waving her arm around before continuing to talk.

“But you do though. I understand now. All of these years I’ve been pining over him and you also liked him. And you listened to me and comforted me like the great friend you are and I just let you. I didn’t even think that you could like him. But it makes so much sense now.”

“Does it?”

“Yes.” She huffs. “I’m sorry I was an idiot.”

“Its okay?”

“So you do like him? How long for?” She wonders, shrugging her jacket off as she walks past you.

You know you shouldn’t. You know this is going to end badly for everyone involved, but you do it anyway. You play along, at least if she thinks you like Archie, she won’t suspect herself.

“About three years.” You shrug and she stares at you in shock.

“That long?” She says.

“Yep.”

“How do you know you aren’t his type?” She wonders, remembering the conversation you had last night.

“I just do. I mean, look at his track record, and then look at me. Nothing alike.”

“Thats good though!” She replies. “Nobody wants to date someone exactly the same as their ex.”

You are very different to her ex’s, that is true.

“Not this different though.” You shrug. “Its fine though. I’m used to it. Now, do you want to watch a movie tonight?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa.

“Yeah, sure.” She replies, not really sure what to do. She sits beside you and looks around the living room, hoping the right words to say will find her. There’s something else to this, she knows there is. She just can’t quite figure out what it is. “Y/n?” She asks and reaches out to hold your hand. Her touch is gentle, almost cautious and you’re dreading whatever is going to come out of her mouth next. “Are you sure thats it?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, dropping her hand. Hurt flashes through her eyes and she pulls her hand back, placing it on her thigh.

The feeling of her hand went from light to heavy awfully quickly, and you want to touch her, but not like this. Not in this situation. She’s looking at you.

When she looks at you usually, it’s gives you a feeling you can’t describe. But the way she’s looking at you now makes you want to shrink.

“Do you like Archie?” She repeats.

“No.” You breathe and she sighs.

You can see her trying to figure it out. Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together and you know she’s going to work it out. You stare at her with bated breath and watches as she stares at the blank television.

“I er, I’ve got a few things to do so, I’ll see you later.” You try but she just continues to look ahead.

The walls close in on you, it’s only a matter of time. She’s going to figure it out and she’s going to hate you and everything is going to be ruined.

“I’m sorry.” You cry quietly and she looks at you confused.

She’s beside you in an instant, wrapping her arms around you and your bury your head in her chest.

“I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t meant to and I wasn’t gonna tell you. I didn’t want to ruin anything between us because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Do you like me?” She asks, her voice remaining calm as she moves away to look at you.

“Yeah.” You mumble and stare at the grey fabric of the sofa. “I’m sorry.” Your force yourself to look at her.

She wipes the palms of her hands on her jeans, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. You stare at her in confusion, wondering what she’s doing and why she hasn’t shouted at you and left yet. But then her hands cup your cheeks and she leans in, kissing you softly.

It’s slow at first, both of you unsure of what’s happening. But it doesn’t make any less perfect. It doesn’t stop your cheeks from heating up, or your heartbeat from going haywire and it doesn’t stop all cohesive thoughts from falling out of your head.

She pulls away quickly, and both of you looked at each other shocked.

“I’m sorry.” She says quickly and stands.

“No, no. It’s fine.” You reply, copying her movements. You follow her to the door, despite your entire body screaming at you to not let her leave. You don’t think you can handle watching her walk away.

You’ve wanted that kiss for three years. You’d built it up in your head so much, but now its happened and she’s running away and this is nothing like you thought it would be.

The kiss was perfect.

This is a nightmare.

“Y/n. I’m sorry.” She says, finally looking at you.

She’s holding on to her bag so tightly her knuckles have turned white, she glances at the door behind her and points awkwardly at it.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Yeah, okay.” She turns around and you will yourself not to cry. She can’t see you cry, not over her anyway.

“Bye.” She says quickly and walks through the front door.

“Bye.” You reply, closing the door before she even has a chance to turn around.

A shaky breath escapes your lips and you can’t stop the tears anymore. They keep coming, running down your face like sad little waterfalls. Your hands shake, your head hurts and your chest tightens.

You’ve just watched your best friend and the woman you’re in love with run away after kissing you.

Nothing is going to fix this.

Well one thing will.

“Y/n.” Betty is shouting outside, banging on the door louder than she ever has and you quickly swing the door open, revealing her tear stained face. “I’m so sorry.” She apologizes.

Within seconds she’s stepped over the threshold, her arms hold you waist and pulls you tight to her. She kisses you desperately and messily, with teeth clashing and tears mixing together.

But she doesn’t want it any other way.

And neither do you.

“Y/n?” She asks between kisses and you nod in reply. “I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Okay.” You pull away to look at her.

Her hands are still wrapped around you, but yours drops from from her cheeks, now worried that all of this has been some sort of trick.

“I wanna be your girlfriend.”

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Trippin

Requested: Yes - Hey are requests still open? If so do you think you could so one where it's a Jughead or Sweet Pea x reader where the reader is usually super clumsy, so he's usually prepared to save them and stuff, But the reader gets a pair of heelys and he doesn't find out until he sees the reader holding onto one their friends jackets or back packs running through the halls?

A/N: I hope y’all love this. I really love the way it turned out so I hope you do too.

WC: 1845

Sweet Pea’s POV

5 months ago I noticed Y/N for the first time. We were friends, always had been. Walking home from Pops with Fangs on my left and Y/N to my right. We were making our way to our trailers on the Southside. After a long week of school, Pops was our escape. No care in the world we were walking aimlessly along the stone sidewalks and uneven ground. Y/N stepped up and must have mistook how high or uneven the ground was and somehow I instinctively saw her falling as I reached out and grabbed the end of her backpack. I grabbed on to it as she screamed, but I stopped her from falling before she could hit the ground.

“Ahhhh!, What the…!” I lifted her back up placing her onto her feet.

“How did you...?”

“I dunno” She looked at me before turning back and running into her trailer as we soon made our way into Sunnyside Trailer park.

The second time we were waiting for a meeting. An emergency Serpent meeting had been called and luckily I was in the area, I texted Y/N about it and she was on her way running from her job on the Northside. She was trying to get there as fast as she could but the meeting had to start before she arrived. I heard a bike pull into the lot upstairs, and I heard pounding down the steps, and again I felt that instinctive feeling. I opened the door as she came barreling in landing in the booth in front of her. I went back over and stood next to Fangs as she collected herself, slipping out of her work vest and putting on her Serpent jacket.

“You know if you hadn’t opened that door she would have run face-first into it right?”

“Nah, Fangs she would’ve…”

“Bro did you see how fast she was running”

“But…”

“You two have some weird psychic shit going on or something”

“I don’t know Fangs”

“Hey, guys!” I turned to see Y/N’s makeup done, Serpent Jacket on, beautiful. I saw her.

The third time was when I saw her clumsiness once again, her goofiness, as she was running late to a class, running down the hallway full speed. She turned a corner running straight down the hallway as she turned the corner too sharp and came barrelling towards the lockers, but instead she came towards where I was standing and barreled straight into my chest as I fell and she fell right on top of me.

“Pea oh my god are you ok!”

“Date me”

“What, did you hit your head?” she started standing up as she grabbed my hand “C’mon we gotta bring you to the nurse, get up you big oaf” I started standing but I pulled her back down and put my hand on her cheek waiting for her to react before I did anything.

“I’m serious” I brought my lips to hers slowly. She bit her lip as I pulled away.

“Okay”

“Is that a yes…?”

“Yes Pea, i'll go on a date with you” we were a we

The fourth time was months later, finals had just finished and we were finally graduating. Cheryl was throwing her end of the year bash. Red solo cups everywhere, kids trying to play with the various vases and China that Thistlehouse had locked away. Cheryl yells every 5 seconds for someone to put something down, and Toni follows behind her to calm her down. The normal things that always went on. I couldn’t find Y/N though. I had lost her as she wandered away midway through the party and went with Toni and Fangs as they pulled me away for a game of beer pong. I heard everyone screaming shouting a bunch of “Do it’s” and “yes’s” and “you got this'' from various areas of the party until I looking up and saw Y/N. She was on the small roof of the Thistlehouse guest house, where a couch had been placed, standing on it, dangerous as it was for her clumsiness. Aside from that, she was trying to jump into the pool that stood below her.

“Y/N what are you doing!”

“Hi babyyyyyy”

“Y/N baby get down” I didn’t care that she had fun. That was not my worry, my worry was her and the danger she was in at the moment. I saw her ready to jump, luckily the building was fairly short, I could climb up right now, I knew if she would jump I could catch her, or her falling I could do the same. I had Fangs and Jug come up behind me as a backup, as she jumped I stood underneath watching as she jumped directly down completely missing the pool that Jughead thought she was going to hit the edge of, which caused him to fall in, while she landed directly into my arms.

“Oh nooooooo, Juggy”

“Its okay princess”

“Fangs can you help him while I get her home”

“Course” the 5-minute walk to the truck felt like the calmest moments of my life, her and me the trees and woods surrounding us and the sounds of the birds singing. Her head nuzzled into my chest. I felt love.

And now we’re here month 5, and on the 5th month with the love of my life. We both started working at the Wyrm, shifts on the weekend covering bar shifts. We were the only two who apparently knew each other’s movements well enough to work together efficiently and timely enough in the confined space of the bar. But this night, in particular, she was trying to impress Fangs and Toni. She had been learning some bar tricks from Tik Tok and wanted to show them a few of the moves. She was doing good and all, until one I knew wasn’t gonna end well.

“Fangs, T, wanna see a cool trick?”

“Yeah Y/N do it”

“Yeah, I wanna see” I watched the bottle swing up as it was about to land on her head, the spin not quite right on the bottle, she ducked down as the bottle was coming close to her head, I hadn’t even heard anything as I was talking to a customer but I knew. I reached upright as I turned around. Stepping right in front of her catching it before it could even come close to hitting her as everyone around us cheered. She grabbed my hand standing back up again.

“Thanks”

“Anytime” we stared into the eyes of each other, for some reason I didn’t wanna look away. As her lips came to mine slowly.

“Marry me”

“What!”

“I’ll do this again in a fancier way I promise, but… marry me”

“No”

“What?”

“No, I mean I don’t need the fanciness, I just know, Yes Pea!, It’s a yes”

“Its a yes!”

“Mhm” Everyone around us cheered once again. The happiness running through me. She was my person. The connectedness I felt for her I never felt for anyone. The constant clumsiness that she had that always made me laugh. The extra change of clothes I kept in my car because she always spilled food or coffee down the front of herself, not to mention all the coffee that she spilled in my truck on our morning coffee runs. Or even the amount of times I’ve watched her phone drop on her face in the middle of the night and had to kiss it better. Or the hundreds upon thousands of times she's fallen up the stairs. Those are the things I love about this girl. But what I love most is the way I can catch her when she falls, the way I know when she is gonna run into a door and I can open it for her, or even when I can be that barrier and break that fall for her. I can be that cushion that she needs. I love her. I want to marry her.

5 months later we had our wedding, Yeah, it wasn’t a long time to plan, but we didn’t need long. It was small and intimate. I stood at the front of the aisle, the flowers surrounding me as I waited for her to walk down. Our favorite song playing in my ears because she didn’t want to walk down the aisle to the traditional here comes the bride. Fangs was gonna be the one to walk her down, her father, a serpent had been killed years ago on a job, Fangs had been there for her as a brother since she was a kid. A brother to me as well, I was ready. Ready to take this beautiful woman as my wife. Our officiant standing behind me ready to make this whole thing official. FP standing off to the side as support as one of my groomsmen along with Jughead, Fangs my best man once he was done walking her down. Her side consists of Betty, Cheryl, and Toni.

I heard the song start, the music playing as everyone took their seats and began to quiet down. The nerves are beginning to rack through me. FP smacking me on the back as he came and stood behind me. I shook out my arms as I brought my hands together.

The doors shot open as Fangs came running in Y/N holding onto his back *I was wondering why had such a long aisle* She let go soon as Fangs whipped her forward, as she came barrelling towards me, she had a short white poofy dress on. Almost cupcake-like. And I looked to her feet to see Heelys. DaNgER was all I thought to myself. She just kept going as she came barreling into my arms as I caught her and helped her stand upright.

“Fancy meeting you here”

“Oh yeah?”

“Thought I’d make us meet the same way we always do”

“Mmm oh yeah baby, just wanted to live in danger, add a little clumsiness to the wedding huh, you’re the clumsiest person I know so I think you’d do that anyway”

“Hey!” she smacked me on the chest as I leaned down kissing her on the cheek before helping her up onto the step by the officiant. Toni handed Y/N her regular bottoms to the Heelys so that she could wear them as normal sneakers for the rest of the night. The wedding went by smoothly as vows were exchanged and the kiss. The best kiss of my life. I stepped down the stairs about to take her hand but she decided to come down tripping as she did until I caught her so she wouldn’t fall.

“See… clumsy, I look over for five seconds and you end up like this...”

“Hey… well, now you’re married to clumsy MR!”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way Princess” I kissed her before helping her stand up straight, grabbing her hand as everyone clapped and blew bubbles as we exited down the aisle.

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Promise Me Part 2 {Reggie Mantle x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2244 Summary: Some people aren’t taking the kindest to your budding relationship. Sequel to Promise Me, Part 1 Found Here (X)

The only thing better than hanging out with Reggie at school was the reactions from the other students. Especially your ex boyfriend Sweet Pea. Karma came around and knocked him off of his ass, just as you were hoping. Her summer fling, Josie, had dumped him for Archie Andrews, just the way that he had dumped you for her. A petty side of you was happy about that. He deserved it. He got to be grumpy around the halls of Riverdale High while you walked around with Reggie following you like some kind of lovesick puppy. After you had taken him out for his birthday, showed him a good time with a bunch of drag Queens and sugary alcohol-free drinks, he’d taken to you even more. Didn’t even complain when he had to ride bitch on the back of your motorcycle back to your snug little town.

“Are you ready for the test today?” Reggie asked, somewhat sarcastically. You had been blowing him off lately to study for this exam. You really needed to do well on it to pass this class, since you had been just cruising through it instead of trying. It was now or never.

You took your study notes out of your pocket, where they had been crumpled up for a couple of hours, and slammed them down on the cafeteria table. “You have no idea how ready I am, Mantle.” You said with a smirk. You flattered out the pieces of paper and went right back to studying them while Reggie sat beside you and made sure that your hair didn’t get into your food. You were eating without paying attention, and if he hadn’t stepped in, you probably would have eaten a lock or two. You were appreciative of it, but never knew how to show that sort of thing.

You never thought that this would have worked out. Reggie, with his range of emotions - most of them fueled by negativity, like jealousy and arrogance but once in a while, he showed you something nice. Meanwhile, your brother Jughead had once complained that you had the emotional range of a knife. But yet there was something between you two. Something more than you had ever felt with Sweet Pea. This in no way felt like a relationship out of convenience.

“When you pass, I’ll take you out to Pop’s, we’ll get milkshakes,” Reggie said, clipping your hair back for the upteenth time.

“Yay, another milkshake,” You said, deadpan as always. “We always go for milkshakes, Reg, I think that this deserves something a little more special. What about our secret place?”

“What, you showed him your stupid secret place?”A voice came from behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Sweet Pea. Now that he didn’t have Josie to focus on, his attention had been on you again. Love notes, flowers, trying to sit next to you in class. You had told him to fuck off so many times, it might as well have become your catchphrase. But there he was, always there, right out of the corner of your eye, listening to everything that you were saying. “I’ve known you forever and you never took me there.”

“Guess you just weren’t special enough,” You said with a shrug. You got to your feet, shoved your notes back into your pocket and smiled rarely at Reggie. “Come on, walk to me class.”

“Yes ma’am,” Reggie said with a smirk, getting to his feet. He purposefully pushed past your ex boyfriend as he followed behind you, neither of you looking back. The Serpent wasn’t worth it. That was something you had come to learn and fully believed.

You wore the top that your mother had gotten you and sent in the mail. It was plain, but flowy, and didn’t have the leather look that you had come to be known for. All black t-shirts and jackets, comfortable things. But this was a special night - even to the point where you were allowing Reggie to pick you up in his car. This shirt was a dark purple color, not quite black, but still enough to where you felt yourself while wearing it.

There was a honking noise outside the trailer. You still had never let him come inside. You weren’t ashamed of the little home that you shared with your dad and your brother, but you also didn’t want to see the look of distaste that Reggie would no doubt have on his face.

With a last glimpse in the mirror, strange how feminine you looked today, you left the trailer and walked over to the car that didn’t look like it belonged in this neighborhood at all. It was too nice. And too clean. People were no doubt peeking out their windows to see who were there and who they were there for. With your usual level of confidence, you strode to the car and got inside, only to be greeted by a huge smile and an arm around your hug from Reggie Mantle. “ONE HUNDRED BABY!”

Yes, you had gotten a hundred percent on your test. That was the main reason why you were letting Reggie drive. Because you were so damn excited, that you might try to bribe one of the bartenders to put a shot into your drink. No one really messed with the gay bar, so cops were unlikely to show up. It was hard to ID people when they were dressed as the opposite gender, anyhow. “It’s not that big of a deal,” You said, shrugging his arm off and put on the seatbelt. What an unfamiliar feeling. You spent more time on bikes than you ever did in cars, and those did not come with seatbelts.

“You’re allowed to be happy and excited for things you know,” He said, his smile slightly faltering. “It’s just us. And I’ve seen you happy before.”

“It’s just embarrassing,” You muttered, sinking into the seat. “Having ... feelings.”

Reggie took that as a huge compliment, and it helped to boost his ego. “So you have feelings for me, eh?” He asked with a huge grin.

“Oh stop,” You said, rolling your eyes. “Is it such a surprise that beneath this hard exterior is just soft, pink flesh? I am still human, after all.”

“A bit,” Reggie said with a shrug, focusing his eyes on the row as he tried to find his way out of the trailer park. The streets were thin and like a maze. “You just hide them so well, it’s hard to tell you have any.”

“I wouldn’t be hanging out with you if I didn’t, you dolt.” You sunk into the comfortable leather seats of the car, letting yourself relax now that you were leaving the park. You still had to give him directions to the gay bar, but he was getting the hang of the journey. “People just suck. They break down your walls, just to hurt you so you have to build them back up and stronger. I don’t like being vulnerable.”

“People are assholes,” Reggie agreed, thinking of his on again off again thing with Veronica. He hadn’t thought much about it since you had come into his life, actually.

Rather than get into more conversations about emotions, you turned up the music and rolled down the window, sticking your head out. “Fuck standardized testing!” You yelled out as you drove past the school. Reggie laughed at that, wondering how you could go from steady as a rock to being this free and liberated within a matter of seconds. He’d never met anyone like you before. Never met anyone who truly did not give a fuck about what other people thought of them.

The bar was busy tonight. Friday nights usually were, but there wasn’t a single person there who you recognized from Riverdale. It would be hard for any of them to get in, considering you and Reggie were the only ones that were allowed in under age. Only when you weren’t around the judgmental looks of your peers did you really feel like you could be yourself. You didn’t care what other people said, it was just the fact that they were saying anything that bothered you.

You ordered more of the virgin cocktails that you liked so much, so syrupy sweet. You drained the first one quickly, and felt the sugar remaining in your system. “Dance with me,” You said to Reggie, holding your hand out to him. And he did. He came out onto the dance floor with you and the dressed up Queens and made sure that you had a damn good time.

So good a time that you didn’t notice that there was a familiar face in the crowd. And hand that was connected to the body that was connected to that face had his phone out and was recording video.

“Did you hear that they go to gay bars together?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if y/n was a lesbian. I wouldn’t want to date a guy again if he did what Sweet Pea did-”

“Reggie’s dad is going to kill him.”

“A hidden drag Queen?”

The words followed you and Reggie around the next morning as you met at your locker and he walked you to your class, just as he always did. His jaw was clenched, a vein popping in his forehead. You understood his anger - his dad would really would get pissed off about this sort of thing. You had heard the rumors. And you had seen the bruises that Reggie refused to talk about, but you never pushed the issue.

It was pushing at your own anger issues as well. You didn’t like this sort of attention - why the hell couldn’t Cheryl do something daring to get the attention onto her, the way she liked it? Burn down her house again or something. You’d give her all your money to do that at this point.

The most amazing thing though, was despite all of these looks and the rumors and the jokes, Reggie stood by your side. He picked you up from your first class, and took you to your second. And then he picked you up from there and took you to lunch. His shoulders were more tense than they usually were, and he had started to grind his teeth. Something would have to be done before both of you exploded.

Everyones eyes were on you when you stepped into the cafeteria. Even your brother’s, though they looked hurt - you never even told him about your special place. Sweet Pea, sitting beside Jughead, looked pissed. You stopped before you got in line, and Reggie bumped into you from behind. You turned around to face him, looking up into his dark eyes. You were always astounded by the sharp jawline that he had, and those cheekbones - he was a fuckin’ hunk.

“I’m bisexual, not a lesbian,” You said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Not that it’s anyone’s fucking business. And if you’re that damn concerned about Reggie, well...”

You had to stand on your tiptoes because he was so tall. You leaned against him, pressing his chest against yours, using him to steady yourself. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss that should ease any doubt in anyone’s mind.

There was a pounding sound on the edge of the room that made you startle yourself out of the bliss that Reggie’s lips had blossomed in you. Expecting it to be a teacher, you turned around, only to see Sweet Pea was raging his way towards you, the chair that he was sitting in pushed to the ground. You turned around, straightening your shoulders, ready to get into a fight with your ex-boyfriend if this was how it was going to end up. You weren’t about to let Reggie defend you, that’s not the sort of girl that you were.

“You don’t deserve her, Mantle,” Sweet Pea sneered, his nostrils flaring.

“Neither did you,” Reggie said in return. He put his arm around your waist, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Get over yourself, Sweet Pea,” You said, not liking the way that they were talking as if you weren’t even there. “So what, Kevin Keller takes a video of us dancing and that, for some reason, is all of your business? I’ll be the first to admit that we aren’t as interesting as you seem to think that we are. You really want something to focus on in that video? Learn some style from those Queens, you boring peasants.”

Reggie laughed for the first time that day at your comments. You leaned back against his chest, motioning for him to back up. “Let’s go to Pop’s,” He suggested.

“Anywhere that’s not here,” You said, exchanging his arm for his hand, holding it tight as you left the cafeteria, leaving even more gossip behind you but at least it was about the kiss rather than rumors of you both being gay.

Fuck the high school rumor mill.

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heytherejulietx · 4 years

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“I live here.” ~ Jughead Jones.

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Notes - I loved writing this you have no idea omg. It’s literally 5am but I just got the idea so I had to write it.

Warnings - Mild swearing.

Word count - 1.2k.

Jughead didn’t really have a problem with lying to most people. He’d lie to his dad all the time whenever he was staying with him, he lied to people at school when they asked him what he was doing or what he thought about something, and he even lied to his friends sometimes, just to seem like less of a dick about certain things.

Though he couldn’t lie to Y/N. Not anymore, anyways.

Jughead and Y/N had been dating since the beginning of summer, and they were inseparable. She’d been best friends with Jughead, Betty, and Archie for as long as she could remember, though she’d always been closer to Jughead. At the beginning of summer they’d both gotten the balls to tell each other how they truly felt, and then they’d started dating that very day.

Though Jughead hadn’t been honest with her about one thing - his living situation. He hadn’t been staying with his dad for a while now, after he’d basically chosen alcohol over his whole family. But how could he honestly sit there and tell his own girlfriend that he was homeless? He didn’t want whatever pity, shame, or even judgement that came his way - and he definitely didn’t want her to worry about him. So he hadn’t told her.

But keeping the lie was proving to be a more difficult task as the weeks went on. When summer had finished and school started back up, they saw each other every single day. At first she’d been suspicious about how he’d turned her down every time she offered to meet him at his house, though after knowing Jughead for so long she knew what his father was like, so she guessed it had something to do with him not wanting to see her father. But the more lies he kept telling the less she believed him. He knew the excuse was wearing thin, and honestly he hated lying to her. So a week after they’d started school again, Jughead wanted to tell her.

“Jug?” She asked as she gripped onto his hand, confused that her boyfriend was leading her towards the Drive-in. The Drive-in that was closed for the night. “What’re we doing here? This place isn’t open until tomorrow. Shouldn’t you know that since you work here?” She giggled teasingly.

“I need to show you something.” Was all he told her, continuing to walk through the Drive-in before stopping at the control booth, turning to face her once they’d stopped at the door. “Look, just... let me explain, okay?”

“Explain what, Jug? Is everything okay?” Now She was frowning, concern washing over her like a wave. Y/N hadn’t ever seen Jughead so worried before, the almost pained expression on his face truthfully scared her.

Instead of answering Jughead just sighed, hesitating for another moment before opening the door of the control centre and letting her step inside.

Y/N just froze in the doorway, her expression unreadable as she scanned her gaze across the room. His stuff was everywhere; his clothes laying across the floor, his school bag and textbooks in a pile in the corner of the room, and other personal belongings across the floor and counter tops. Empty food packets were scattered across one of the tables, with some empty and some full water bottles too.

“What is this?” She swallowed harshly, though she already knew what it meant. She just needed to hear him say it to make herself believe it.

“I uhm, I live here.” Jughead mumbled, frowning himself as he stepped into the room once she’d finally moved further inside.

“Why?” She whispered.

“Things aren’t great with my dad, Y/N/N.” Jughead sighed. “I had to leave. I couldn’t stay there anymore.”

Y/N was staring at his things on the opposite side of the room from him, so he hadn’t realised she was crying until she turned to face him. Though his stomach dropped when she had - red rimmed and teary eyes looking into his own. “Why- why didn’t you tell me? How long have you been here? Why aren’t you staying somewhere else?” She blurted out, her lip trembling as the tears dropped down her cheeks.

“Hey, Y/N/N, don’t cry.” He whispered, before clearing his throat and answering her questions. “I’ve been here... let’s just say longer than I wanted.” He sighed. “And I didn’t tell anybody - I didn’t tell you, because... I don’t know, I didn’t want any pity or judgement, and I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“Are you kidding me?” She whispered, taking in a deep breath before continuing. “You really think I’d judge you? What the fuck, Jughead? You need a home! You can’t- you can’t stay here! What the hell is wrong with you why couldn’t you just tell me? I’m your girlfriend! I’m meant to help you!” By the end of her rambled yelling she was crying, her tears falling faster as her expression crumpled.

Jughead wasted no time in gathering her into his arms, frowning as he felt her body shudder against his. “Why are you getting so upset?” He asked softly, letting his lips linger on her hairline for a moment.

“Because!” She choked out, voice muffled by his shirt. “My boyfriend is fucking homeless and I haven’t done anything about it!”

“There’s nothing you can do.” He whispered.

Though despite his words she pulled back from the hug, a teary glare being sent in his direction as she shook her head. “Yes there is. You’re not staying another night in this place. You’re coming to stay at mine.” She told him sternly, lifting her hand to wipe her eyes as she spoke.

“Y/N, I really can’t-“

“Shut up.” She told him, frowning. “I’m your girlfriend, so I’m going to help you. My mum already loves you, and you know she’d help you out. I can’t- I can’t let you stay here another night. Okay? Please, Juggie, let me help you.”

Jughead paused for a moment before sighing, nodding his head a little. “Fine.” He nodded. “Fine, okay, I’ll stay at yours. Just please calm down, baby.” He frowned, wrapping his arms around her again.

Y/N sighed in relief at his answer though was still visibly upset, sinking into his arms as her teary eyes fell shut. “Thank you.” She whispered. “Next time anything like this happens I want to know, okay? I can’t- I can’t let you do this, Jug. You’ve been homeless for so long and I didn’t help, I’m so sorry.” She was getting upset again, evident by the thickness in her voice and the slight shudder of her shoulders.

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” He whispered into her hair, frowning as his hold on her tightened. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, okay? But it’s not your fault, love.”

Y/N sighed, pulling away from the hug enough to look at him. Though instead of saying anything she cupped his fave between her hands and leaned up to press her lips against his, eyes falling shut in the process. She kept kissing him for a long moment before pulling back with a soft sigh as her eyes flickered open to look at him. “Please let me help you next time.”

“I will.” Jughead whispered, nodding as he looked down at her. “I promise.”

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soyforramen · 4 years

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Blame @sullypants for this one since weird dreams are a common theme lately:

“Hey, Jug.”

Shaken by some unknown force, Jughead groaned and nestled further into his arms.

“C’mon, wake up,” Archie said, his voice coming from a universe away.

Sleep was a dense fog that settled in behind Jughead’s eyelids and he couldn’t muster the energy to push it away. He’d fallen asleep in school again, that much he could discern from the hard table beneath him. But at least the desk was a lot more comfortable than the janitor’s closet had been.

“Dude, let’s go,” Reggie said.

With a hard tug, Jughead was snapped awake. With a wide yawn he stretched out, his back giving a satisfyingly loud crack.

“What’s up?”

“School’s over, Rip Van Jones,” Reggie said. With a roll of his eyes, he ran a hand through his already slicked back hair. “The girls are waiting for us at Pop’s. Apparently we have to have a set list for Sunday and they wanted to go over it after school. Or at least we were supposed to before this knucklehead got us detention from Grundy again.”

Jughead blinked, convinced he’d heard Reggie wrong. Grundy was dead, murdered by the Black Hood. Even if she had come back to life, what was she doing around high schoolers?

“How was I supposed to know she meant a rhyme scheme from Donna Sweet and not Saweetie,” Archie muttered. “Besides, if we leave right now we still might make it before they ditch us.”

Wait, sweater vest. Why was Archie wearing a sweater vest? And was was Reggie acting so cordial?

Certain that this was another weird dream, Jughead reached for his Serpent’s jacket and found that the back of his chair was empty. Serpent’s jacket?

“I still think that we should ditch Jingle Jangle,” Reggie said as he headed out the door.

“What? It’s my best work,” Archie said as he followed him out.

With another yawn, Jughead picked up his books and followed them out into the cool autumn air. With a start, he realized that it was just a dream, a really weird dream to be exact. There was no biker gang that gave out jackets to kids like candy. He and Archie and Reggie had always been a strange sort of friends; and Grundy was never anything more than a septuagenarian determined to drive herself into an early grade by teaching high brow literature to idiot high schoolers.

On the way to Pop’s, Jughead ignored Archie and Reggie’s argument over some girl the next town over and worked to piece together the dream. It had all been so real that it wasn’t a wonder he’d been confused. Everything in Riverdale had been the same as it was now, except it was all off just enough to cast a dark shadow across their sleepy little town.

Hiram Lodge, a well known philanthropist and entrepreneur who tolerated his daughter’s friends was not a corrupt Wall-Street con-man looking to rule the world. The Coopers, an All American family, was not rife with dark secrets that would eventually tear them apart. The Blossom’s, while certainly devious and conniving in their own ways, were not ripped from the pages of a gothic horror novel.

And the Jones…

Jughead shuddered at the thought. Sure, they weren’t the perfect family. But they loved each other, took care of each other, and were as normal as they could be. That image of his family brought up a wave of guilt about how his subconscious had portrayed his parents.

(He couldn’t help but grin, however, at the idea that baby Jellybean could not only hold her own, but was a fan of Led Zeppelin. It was a nice touch. Maybe he’d roundup his mother’s old records tonight and he’d teach her to appreciate the finer things in life.)

But it wasn’t until they’d walked into Pop’s to find the girls seated at their regular booth that the realization that this Betty - sweet, caring, lovely Betty - wasn’t his that he felt a pang of longing for his dream world. Despite how horrific that dream had been, Betty was the golden lining in that dark world, a comfort meant only for him.

The feeling passed quickly when Betty’s eyes locked on Archie. Jughead couldn’t help but wonder, though, what if things had been different?

For the rest of the afternoon, the members of The Archie’s debated and argued over the set list, while Jughead did what he did best. While Archie was arguing for the merits of Sugar, Sugar, Jughead polished off three baskets of fries and a milkshake. When Veronica demanded to sing Bang-Shang-A-Lang solo, Jughead ate two and a half cheeseburgers and drank half a pot of coffee. As Reggie was arguing for… well, whatever it was he wanted, Jughead nursed a chocolate milkshake and a basket of fries (extra chili cheese, heavy on the onions and cheese, add bacon).

Occasionally he inserted his own opinion - no he would not let Reggie ruin another drum set just so he could show off to Ginger Lopez, nor was it feasible for Veronica to burst out, and ruin, his kick drum at the start of the show. But even as he played at normalcy, his mind kept coming back to that dream. Detention with Grundy could never be long enough to contain an entirely parallel universe, and yet it was the most realistic dream he’d ever had.

“Earth to Juggie,” Betty said as she waved her hand in front of his face. He blinked, his gaze centering on her, and she giggled. “Anything you’d like to share with the class?”

He glanced around and found that despite his attempts to stay present, he and Betty were the only two left.

“Veronica roped Archie into installing shelves for her,” Betty explained with an over exaggerated pout. She then pointed over to where Reggie was chatting a short, dark haired teen. “And Midge came in without Moose, so you know Reggie’s not going to miss that opportunity.”

Midge.

The world around Jughead spun and he felt lightheaded when he stood. He walked over to where the pair stood at the counter, and when Midge turned to him Jughead wrapped her in a tight hug, tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

“You alright there, needle nose?” Reggie asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Apparently Jughead hadn’t been able to play as normal as he’d thought.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said, loosening his hold. He stared at Midge, still trying to comprehend why he felt so relieved that it was all just a dream. “I’m just… happy to see you is all.”

“I’m always happy to see you, Jughead,” Midge said. She placed the back of her hand across his forehead, the corners of her lips pinched. “But maybe you should let Betty take you home?”

Jughead nodded as the surreal threatened to overwhelm him. When he turned, he found Betty behind him, her arms full of their schoolbooks. She set a hand on his arm and gave an encouraging, if worried, smile. It was easy enough to let her lead him out of the diner. That way he could remind himself that the world where Midge had been slaughtered wasn’t real.

“Penny for your thoughts? Or maybe I should offer a nickel?” Betty asked. When he didn’t respond, she bumped her hip into his.

The contact, friendly, playing, concerned, burned his side. It brought up just how touchy they were in his dream world, along with false memories of things he’d never paid any attention to before (especially not about her). He shivered and quickened his step. Betty, ever the Teflon personality, matched his stride and slipped her arm through his.

“Just a strange dream,” he muttered, far too distracted by how much heat she gave out to come up with a good lie.

“Sounds like a pretty intense dream if you’re still thinking about it this much.”

And with that simple statement, the entire thing tumbled out of him. Nothing was left out, though Jughead did edit some of the more intimate moments they’d spent together in his dream. He was so wrapped up in making sure to include all the details - the corruption, the ever-burning ember of hope, the rocket - that he almost missed the fact that Betty had guided them through the town square three times as he divulged the dirty laundry about the underground boxing rings and Maple Club.

By the time they’d reached his house it was twilight and he was telling her about the prep school murders and fake FBI stings. His mother (his real mother, thankfully, and not the drug running mom that had run out on him) brought them out dinner just as he got to his own faked death.

And for the first time in his life, Jughead’s entire focus wasn’t on getting seconds (and thirds).

When he was finally done with his tale, Betty let out a long whistle. She pushed around the remaining bits of pie on her plate, lost in thought. Now that his head was empty of that bizarre dream, Jughead’s appetite came back with a vengeance. He leaned over and snatched the rest of her pie crust and popped it into his mouth.

“Well?” he prompted, curious to get her take on his dream.

“Do you think the fish Ms. Beezley served today was off?”

He rolled his eyes and grinned at her ability to lighten the mood. Jughead leaned back and set his elbows against the porch step behind him to look up at the sky. Betty set her plate down and sat down next to him, primly smoothing out her skirt before she spoke.

“Do you really think we …” she paused. “My mother? And your dad?”

Jughead groaned and ran a hand down his face. “I’d hate to think what Freud would say.”

“Well, he’d definitely agree it wasn’t a pipe,” she snickered. “Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something?”

“Convince Archie that Jingle-Jangle is a terrible song to play to middle schoolers?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

As the world turned around them, they sat in companionable silence. As curious as Jughead was to know what Betty really thought, it was these quiet moments with her that he felt truly at peace. Perhaps that’s what the dream had signified. With all the clamor and turmoil over senior year and applying for colleges, maybe his brain was trying to tell him to slow down and enjoy these little moments more.

Or maybe it was just a sign he shouldn’t shotgun a whole liter of soda before Grundy’s lecture on Dashiell Hammet.

“Walk me home?” Betty asked suddenly.

Without waiting for an answer, she hopped up and pulled Jughead to his feet, the same as they’d done a million times before. Only this time Betty tugged a little too hard and Jughead stumbled into her. He was about to apologize when he noticed the twinkle of mischief in her eyes. To hide his smile, he bent over and tucked his shoulder into her stomach. Betty shrieked as he lifted her up over her shoulder, precariously balancing the two of them as he picked up her books.

“Put me down Jones,” she said through her laughter, “or I’m telling Ethyl that you’d love to play D&D with her.”

“Dirty pool, Cooper,” he shot back as he casually sauntered down the block to her house. He ignored the faint whisper of the peaches and cream lotion she used on her skin and the breathless lilt of her voice. Because no matter how right it felt in the dream, they were only friends here. “And it’s G&G, remember?”

Once back on solid ground, Betty slipped her arm through his and they strolled along under the streetlights. Just another night in the neighborhood without a care in the world.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad,” she said almost absentmindedly. When she didn’t elaborate, Jughead’s heart gave a heavy, painful thump. “I could always use more help with the B&G.”

He snorted and reached up to scratch his forehead to ignore the sudden disappointment. “Toni does have some strong opinions about the gym’s new paint job.”

Betty stuck her tongue out at him, her face scrunched. Jughead almost tripped trying not to kiss the tip of her nose.

His mood darkened when they reached her house. Archie was on the front porch, napping, and the small seed of possibility withered into dust. But instead of running towards Archie, Betty paused next to him. Her teeth worked across her lip and she stared, unfocused at him. Her hand on Jughead’s arm tightened and she shifted almost imperceptibly towards him.

With a small nod, Betty stood up on her toes and kissed Jughead on the cheek. He flushed as the sun exploded in his chest.

“Meet me at Pop’s tomorrow after school. There’s a new French movie at the Bijou, and I’d hate it if Veronica saw it before me.”

He knew the smile on his face was just as goofy as the one’s he made fun of Archie for, but Jughead couldn’t help but wonder at this strange new turn. For once, he was excited to spend time alone with a girl. (He was always excited to spend time with Betty Cooper, but this time she wasn’t just Betty.)

His smile lasted all the way home and continued until he settled into bed. Just as he was falling asleep, his phone rang with a text from Betty.

‘Some of your dream sounded nice enough to try out in real life, don’t you think?’

To say that Jughead had trouble falling asleep for the first time was an understatement.

#bughead fanfiction #bughead appreciation week #thank you sully for letting me know we're all having weird dreams lately #and boom #this #trope 1: it was all just a dream #also i'm without anything but the most basic internet so i'll be a ghost in the machine again #but also i didn't want to do my art homework (which has nothing to do with art but ya know)#so #also thank you anon ;.; got me crying over here #i will answer you just when i have functioning internet

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cooperandcrown · 4 years

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may he never sit on the throne i built him

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Jughead feels her sobs and the sorrow he tried to bury deep inside of him comes back. He loves Toni, she was his best friend but it was never going to work. The sorrow he carries around for her is speckled with the love he still has. “I’m so sorry, Jug,” she cries.

He keeps holding her tighter. “I don’t want you doing anything stupid over this shit, Toni,” he mumurs. “We need to keep you on the straight and narrow.”

Toni sniffs, moving away, she wipes her tears with the hem of her t-shirt. “Everything is my fault,” she cries. “I didn’t even try…”

Jughead shakes his head, grabbing her face, he wipes her tears with his thumbs. “We should have never got back together after you got out of rehab the second time. We were never good for eachother…”

He can see the understanding in her eyes. She knows he’s right. They were never made for each other, always too much. Too much pain, too much fire. “I know…”

“I wasn’t ready to try and settle down, I definitely wasn’t ready for a fucking kid. I hated that it happened and so I left you all alone.”

“I think we both just wanted something that felt normal.”

“Yeah,” Jughead sighs. “I think so too. Nathanial born with his stomach messed up, that’s all me, Toni. Don’t you wear the pain of that.” Toni breaks down a little more and Jughead continues to hold her. “Hey, he says, trying to smile. “Do you want to hold your son for the first time?”

Toni sniffs again, cracking a smile. “I really do.”

“I gotta say, T, he’s fucking perfect.”

Jughead leads the way, happy to see a smile from her but she grabs his hand, pulling him back, she frowns. “I can’t keep secrets anymore, Jug. But Betty already let me hold him.”

Chuckling, Jughead carries on behind the glass. “She’s too damn sweet for her own good,” he says. “Want to hold him again, then?”

Jughead pulls his baby out of the crib, kissing his soft skin, he holds him tighter for a second before handing him to Toni.

Toni’s body is stiff, her arms are unsure of what to do but her face is softened, tearful and loving. Jughead enjoys the look on her, happy to see his messed up, little family together for the first time. She settles down on the chair and he follows, sitting down next to her. “He’s so amazing,” Toni whispers, placing a tender kiss on his cheek. “I can’t believe he’s okay.”

“He’s a fighter,” Jughead shrugs.

“Like his dad,” Toni replies.

Jughead enjoys the peace and quiet for once, enjoying being with his friend again, spending time with his son.

He looks up, out the window, he sees Betty looking in on them. He can’t pinpoint the look on her face, but it’s not as sweet as it usually is. She wears a sadness. But he’s distracted as he watches his mother approaching the window, just behind Betty.

All he sees on her is pride.

Read from the beginning here. Chapter VI to be posted this Sunday, 7th of February.

Author’s Note: if you voted for this fic to be part of the Bughead fanfic awards, you’re the real MVP and I love you more than jughead loves his kutte and betty loves him.

#bughead #bughead fanfic #betty x jughead #bughead fanfiction #mine #may he never sit on the throne i built him #Riverdale #riverdale fanfiction

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floggingink · 4 years

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OH HERE WE GO LADIES IT’S RIVERDALE, CHAPTER EIGHTY: “Purgatorio”

I’m tuning in to be VERY entertained on the grounds that I missed almost the entirety of S4 and will not understand anything

we open with an incredible analogue comparing the football team to the Army, as men do construct rituals: football players get blown into the sky, etc., in a heartrending mash-up of Archie’s innocence + the American ideal/expectations/pipeline of masculinity

Archie Company is decked out appropriately to storm Hürtgen Forest

that art direction trope where a character’s hearing goes EEEEEEEEEEEEEE after an explosion……...delightful

the Vixens and friends cheering him on from the sidelines as if Archie can only process his unprocessable present through the lens of his past………...hits the spot

distressingly wood-based rifles for our purposes

Archie > Dawson: I don’t mind telling you I felt emotion upon Archie hoisting his war buddy over his shoulders to that quadruple-toned “Chivalric Archie Using His Strength for Good” tune, like when he broke his whole hand busting Cheryl out of Sweetwater River

WHEN HE SAW HIRAM LODGE, I’M TELLING YOU!

Hiram’s dragon-scale gloves? absolutely savory; he would

“Yonkers” is one of those New York place names I don’t totally buy is real (Poughkeepsie is another)

the sepia-toned light in this hospital room rings true judging by all the Captain America fanfiction I’ve read; I also like the mint-colored hand towels draped on Archie’s bedframe bought, one assumes, using the Department of Defense’s Kohl’s Cash

Archie made Sergeant, which is the best ranking for a fictional character: important enough that they can be a leader, get into trouble; low-profile enough that you don’t have to write them in the room making terrible decisions; probably won’t die immediately, as a Captain or Private might be

Fifth period is AP English: Archie reads A Farewell to Arms to Corporal Jackson, a WWI novel by Hemingway that Jug definitely turned him onto

Christ, Archie looks good in that on-leave jacket thing

I like Jackson’s subtle graph paper-print hospital gown

Gay?!: was Jackson in love with Archie? is he gonna bus to Riverdale once he’s off his pain meds? RAS, is that you in there?

God you know I love that haunted-ass Exorcist wooden bench bus light lighting

how long has the WW been relocated under Pop’s??? I do NOT know what happened to La Bonne Nuit

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: Fangs’ hair? his Tony Stark glasses? the girls’ “I’m a Slave 4 U” Burmese pythons? Toni’s headdress and immaculate glossed lip?

Sixth period is Intro to Film: the only part of From Dusk till Dawn I’ve seen is Salma Hayek putting her toe in Quentin Tarantino’s mouth but judging from that I figure I’d like the rest

The female gaze: Jesus Sweet Pea still looks good

Toni’s stage is flanked by twin pillars of melting candles and I would like someone to track those down for my bathroom

if they lay one hand on Pop Tate…

Betty appears to be, on her own, running the FBI training course. Betty is such a freak

Betty’s FBI-appointed psychologist is “Dr. Starling,” wears a great yellow blouse; Betty eats what appears to be a mini-sized Milky Way

her blond FBI trainer-boyfriend (uh) Glen appears to be an unholy fusion of Jimmi Simpson and that one actor with brown hair and really sharp light eyes whose acting credits I can’t think of right now, you know who I’m talking about (not the guy from Vampire Diaries)

I quite like her patterned blouse and I hate his yellow (gold?!) and blue tie

Please protect Betty: obviously we stan the Silence of the Lambs shit even as it remains infuriating Bryan Fuller couldn’t get his hands in it

Betty’s cat’s crying was so disturbingly baby-like that I had to leave the room once I realized it was in fact a cat

I’ve watched the Elisa Lam tape too many times in recent hours to handle this hallway shot

REALLY GROSS LICKING NOISES

the Trash Bag Killer coming at her was scary :(

Betty’s lovely blue knit cardi with the puffed sleeves!

50 Shades of Betty: clearing her throat before the doctor quite finishes her sentence—Lili Reinhart continues to be great at conveying “slightly perturbing subterranean tension”

was Charles a serial killer too??? oh damn!

Betty has been successfully holding off giving Glen a key to her place until now, an era that must come to a close

fellas, “Do I at least get a kiss?” is a bad move

Veronica was rich: Veronica’s new digs: exposed brick, bougiely avant-garde chandelier; possibly an elevator door right there behind the dude?

Veronica has married Hiram, to no one’s surprise

Chadwick looks like Jimmi Simpson and brunet Evan Peters plus a jaw

Veronica’s single-puffled-sleeved gown…..madamn (she has absolutely been taking secret birth control pills)

Summer + Blair = Veronica: of course Veronica would be great at Howard Ratner’s job; I MUST know what “specialty showcase haute couture offense” Vinnie has committed

T-Dubbs’ green jacket

Veronica pretended she was working at like, a department store? but she MISSED the EDGE post-day-trading

their apartment is so expensive that their bedroom is totally exposed

oh my god, Hermione

Best costume bit: please get me these satiny green high-waisted slacks?! and ugh her blouse has shoulder tassels……..she’s flourishing

“That’s threatening to an alpha like Chad.”

yes, they have a private elevator. fine.

Glen and Chad get their ties from the same Men’s Warehouse

“When that helicopter went down on the way to Martha’s Vineyard…”

you know kissing is 4-real when one person cups their hand to the back of the other person’s neck all close

I don’t understand the drop of the Glamergé egg but I appreciate that there is one and that Veronica is like, get this the fuck out of my house

Veronica’s shiny cropped tweed two-piece, Yvonne’s weird feathery coat that matches her bf’s shirt (you know she’s supposed to be “too much” because she’s got big hoop earrings)

God, Jughead is next and I’m not gonna be able to handle it

OH GOD IT’S SO MUCH WORSE THAN I THOUGHT

Alphabet City?! the piano?? the fucking East Coast Beat typewriter shit—the day robe? I’m—READING CLUBMASTERS? FORSYTHE???

OH GOD HE’S DATING ANOTHER WRITER (she has nice pants)

Jughead eats: “that place you like” is a HOT DOG STAND in the middle of SOME GRASS

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Jughead wears high-ankle light blue jeans, grey socks, and spectators that blend to create the illusion of wading boots. I’m going to commit a crime

Jughead doubts it: “So did Kerouac. And Hemingway. And Fitzgerald.”

fuck yes I love Floundering Jughead, and his Pushy Agent who pronounces “career” like “Korea,” and the continuing tradition of Jughead getting kicked out of his house

I like Literary Grifter’s sweater

the Brat Pack, and most of the Rat Pack for that matter, were actors, but I assume RAS couldn’t resist the rhyme

I was 100% afraid we were about to learn Cora was an uncomfortably-young undergrad

the musical cue as she reaches into her bag is absolutely as if she’s taking out a gun, and it might as well be! it’s the scariest thing in NYC: an unpublished manuscript

showrunners doing a classic I Love Lucy job partially concealing Vanessa Morgan’s pregnancy via medium close-ups, draping black clothes

Cheryl slowly turning to ask if doesn’t she look okay 10/10 icon

Cheryl’s pins: she has either a tiny spider or maybe a tick

Cheryl’s sheaths: the lacy red thing, amazing

why is Cheryl’s left hand gloved?

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: Cheryl’s going to forge a Rembrandt, which unfortunately means she’s my favorite person on the planet (she does not look happy about doing this)

btw is Nana Rose an Immortal?

please tell me about Toni’s eyelashes

EXTREMELY HAUNTED DOLL?!

“Damn good coffee”: Archie’s earnest “Where are people gonna sit for the bus?” slayed me

fuck YEAH Ghoulies party house! terrible music but really good skull spray paint art

Jug looks LOW lol

Veronica’s blouse + buttons, impeccable

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: Tabitha/Squeaky

the hellscape semi’s red backlighting and its skeleton’s red eyes

I like Linette’s glossy bomber!

the trucker who’s about to kill her can’t also be the Trash Bag Killer….truckers have to stick to too much of a schedule….but he could be Betty’s meandering serial

I loved this episode

NEXT WEEK: Archie brings the FBI down on some people paying their rent :(

#riverdale #i say #commentary #tropes

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girlsloveamystery · 3 years

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Pulling back, he caught sight of the expression on her face – feeling the breath knocked out of him the next minute in a quick flash of wonderment. Her eyes were closed; cheeks rosy as a soft but growing smile spread across her lips, threatening to split her face in utter happiness. It was a look he hadn't seen in years, yes, but one he still recognized well. She always did used to say the only person capable of making her feel infinite happiness was him. He leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead so she knew he was there and waited for her to open her eyes. Slowly, she did so and looked at him.

"I don't know how to make sense of what I'm feeling," she murmured, not signing as she stared at him intently. He didn't think too hard on the fact that she wasn't signing – he understood that this was something she wasn't sure on how to make sense of. Tucking a loose tendril of hair that had slipped out of her braid, he studied her face, reacquainting himself with every facet of it once more but not memorizing it; her features were etched into the back of his eyelids – he wouldn't ever forget them.

"Does that scare you, Betty?" Jughead asked, voice soft even though, sadly, she wouldn't hear the tone of his voice. It was okay, however. He'd just have to become a master at his expression and how to convey his emotions through his facial expressions. Jughead knew he had succeeded with conveying his tone through his expression, at least this time, because her own expression became tender as she shook her head.

"No, Juggie, I promise," she murmured. "I just – the feelings never went away, you know? They were just dormant. I haven't dated anyone in the past five years; haven't had the time to. And, it's not really on people's list of things to do to pick up a new language."

Jughead interrupted her by placing a gentle hold to her wrist. "For the people who care about you, it takes top priority."

She chuckled. "You looking to get kissed again?"

"Wouldn't complain if you're offering, no," he teased and she shook her head fondly, this time initiating the kiss herself. Pulling back once more, she placed her head against his chest, and he felt, rather than heard, the way she inhaled deeply, knowing she was taking in his scent. Pulling back, she looked up at him with a smile.

"Good feelings," she promised softly, referring to her earlier statement. "And, I'll know what to do with them once more as time goes."

He nodded, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Good enough for me, baby." Jughead signed, watching with a small, affectionate smile as her eyes lit up. He knew what that term of endearment meant to her; that she felt loved and safe whenever he called her that – no matter the type of day she was having. If he called her that in the bedroom, she was feeling a bit wild; if he called her that after a screaming match with her mother in high school, fingers held safely in his palms so she couldn't hurt herself, she felt safe. He knew – at the time – what the endearment meant for her. How she wouldn't let anyone use a different version of it for her – not even Ronnie, who had the tendency to call her babe from time to time.

#also on ao3 #bughead #fanfiction

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closedmadness · 4 years

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

summary: everyone saw you as the more cooler one in your relationship with sweet pea. however, all hell breaks loose when he came to you with a black eye and a cut on his cheekbone

pairings: sweet pea x witch!male reader

warnings → protective reader・homophobic slur・some jock throwing up・slightly gruesome?・bones breaking・fluff in the end

sweet pea walked out from the school, anger radiating off of him as he stomped angrily. you, toni, fangs and jughead were leaning on your motorcycle waiting for him as he approached, the sound of his footsteps interrupting your talk with them.

“hey, sweets.” you greeted softly with a large smile and was suddenly pulled in an embrace by him, his arms tightening around you as if seeking comfort. you exchanged a confused look with your friends and hugged him back, your arms going around him. “babe, what happened? are you okay?” you asked, pulling away slightly, concern swirling in your eyes.

he nods, seemingly hiding the side of his face from you. toni, fangs and jughead saw the side of his face and widened their eyes, worry quickly appearing on their eyes. “yeah... just need to cool my head off.” sweet pea answered, shoulders still tense as his blood continued to boil.

“could you tell me what happened?” you asked softly, cupping his cheek.

sweet pea avoided eye contact with you, “those bulldogs were being jerks again.” he snarled.

you furrowed your brows at his vogue answer and placed your other hand on his face — your hand touching his bruise unintentionally and making him wince. you froze, pulling your hand back as you looked at him with surprised gaze. slowly, you turned his head with your finger on his chin, sweet pea letting you see his face knowing there was no point of hiding it from you anymore.

your eyes widened at his swollen eyes, bruise forming around it and also on his cheek. there was also a cut on his cheekbone and the corner of his lips was busted open.

your hands shot up to gently cup his face, anger and concern crossing your face. “sweet pea, what the fuck? who the hell did this to you? did the jocks do this?” the tone in your voice made the three others wince.

you getting angry was no good. everyone always assumes sweet pea is the scarier one in your relationship, mainly because of how tough he seems and acts. what everyone didn’t know was that you were the scarier one; more protective of him and no one but sweet pea can stop you when you’re upset, but sometimes even he can’t stop you. you rarely get angry, but when you do, whoever messed with sweet pea will suffer the consequences and all hell will break loose, literally. you're a powerful witch after all.

“they took advantage of the fact that i was alone. mantle did this,” he explained pointing at his black eye. “then some other jocks start saying shit, like i’m only dating you for your face and body, that i’m forcing you to date me, and that my love for you is nothing but worthless.” your jaw clenched at that, feeling your blood boil at the false accusations. “one of them, uh...” sweet pea stuggled to speak, hesitating as he knew the next thing he would tell you might lead you to your outburst.

you grabbed his hands and squeezed it gently, “sweets.” you encouraged him to tell you more.

he swallowed, preparing himself for how you'll act at this. “one of them called me a... a fag.” he confessed slowly, making toni, fangs and jughead widen their eyes, anger taking over them as well.

however, the worst reaction came from you.

your eyes darkened as soon as the sentence left his mouth, anger turning into rage. the atmosphere around became cold in an instant and they shivered, fear replacing the emotions of your three friends. “he called you that?” you slowly asked, voice surprisingly low and filled with venom.

sweet pea bit his lip, feeling the rage coming off you and just took your hands in his. “babe, calm down. it’s fine, let's just go.”

“no one hurts you and gets away with it.” you said through gritted teeth and broke off from his hold, walking back to the campus and not even bothering to hide your anger once you entered. sweet pea looked at his friends and they nodded at him, all of them quickly rushing after you to make sure you won’t cross the line.

you clenched and unclenched your hands as walked through the hallway looking for the bulldogs. you felt everyone shiver when you walk pass them, their gaze turning fearful obviously having noticed of your rage.

figuring they’re in their locker room, you quickly walked over to that place and stepped one foot behind, before kicking the door open with a force. you didn’t care that everyone was witnessing your rage and that they might know you're a witch, you just want to make them realize what will happen if they mess with your loving boyfriend.

the bulldogs jumped startled at the sound of their door being kicked down, turning around and seeing you standing in their doorway with a very intimidating glare — one that they have never seen you give to anyone.

“what the fuck did you do to sweet pea?” you asked, practically yelling at them.

reggie chuckled, “oh, you mean that serpent scumbag of a boyfriend of yours? we just had fun with him.”

“i’ll teach you how to have fun.” you spat. then, extended your arms to the side slightly, palms open as they looked at you confused. “pati.” (suffer) you muttered as your eyes glowed a deep shade of blood red.

just as sweet pea and the others caught up to you, one of the bulldogs — sam, dropped on the floor quick and started to throw up everything he can. the rest looked at him in disgust, but the look disappeared when they started feeling something odd within their body too. one by one, they start to suffer and sweet pea recognized the guy who called him fag that was on his knees with his palms touching the floor, the tall serpent's eyes widening when he realized the guy was throwing up blood.

then, they heard a loud crack and a scream, coming from ryan, the one that told sweet pea he’s just using you for your body. the four serpents looked at ryan, seeing his right hand in a weird shape and position, seemingly broken. another crack was heard along with his scream as he dropped on the floor, holding his leg that had a little slump, probably from the bones that snapped.

the last one to suffer was reggie who clutched his chest and let out a pain filled groans, sometimes scream, but mostly groans as he felt an extremely excruciating pain coming from his internal organs.

the four serpents were basically cringing at the sight, almost feeling every bulldog's pain even when they weren't the ones being cursed.

“baby,” sweet pea softly called your name, causing you to turn to him with concern, your eyes still glowing red as you continued to curse the football players. “it's okay now, you've already done enough. i think they might die if you don't stop, and i don't want you to be a murderer.” he said, placing his hands above your shoulders gently and rubbing it in a soothing manner.

you relaxed under his touch, your glowing red eyes returning to the bulldogs who had a pleading look on their faces, probably mentally pleading for you to stop.

“satis hoc maledictio.” (enough with the curse) you said out loud and their sufferings stopped, all of them just dropping on the floor with relief washing over them, the glowing red in your eyes disappearing and turning back to your usual (e/c).

“if you so much as hurt or ever insult my boyfriend again, i will give you fate worse than death.” you spat, grabbing your boyfriend's hand and dragging him out of that mess of a locker room and of the shitty school, ignoring the shock stare of literally all the students.

once reaching your motorcycle, toni nudged sweet pea with a teasing grin on her face. “protective boyfriend check.” she teased, earning a laugh from both fangs and jughead.

sweet pea playfully glared at her before turning to you and pulling you in a soft yet passionate kiss. “i’m really lucky to have you, aren't i?” he said after pulling away.

you chuckled, satisfied with what you did to the bulldogs. “actually, the lucky one here is me. i love you, sweets.” you said lovingly before moving your fingers and magically healing his bruises, cut and busted lip. “and no one's allowed to hurt the witch's love of life.” you finished, protective tone slipping off your tongue.

“love you too, babe. and no one's allowed to hurt you either.” sweet pea replied, grinning.

“awe,” toni cooed. “you two are really cute, both as protective as the other.”

jughead nods, agreeing with her. “yeah, you deserve each other.”

“kinda feels like you two are destined to be together, to be honest.” fangs comments.

you snickered, “fangs, that's cheeky.” he laughed at your response, quitely agreeing with you. though, everyone knew what he said was true. even you and sweet pea felt like that all the time, like you two were actual soulmates that are destined to spend your eternity together.

“what did you do to reggie, though?” jughead asked, suddenly being curious.

an evil grin spreads across your face as you turned to him, “played with his internal organs.”

their jaw dropped, shocked at your gruesome confession. sweet pea chuckled at them. he already knew how brutal and gruesome you can get when you're angry, so it wasn't surprising that you really did played with reggie's internal organs. instead of being scared, sweet pea just wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to kiss your cheek lovingly.

“this is why i love you.” he said and you giggled, replying with an i love you too.

“i take it back,“ toni announced as she shook her head. “you two are scary.”

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