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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years

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FP//Frustrated

Request: Can I request a FP Jones/Reader smut imagine based on the comment Alice made when he got out of prison, how if it was true men were sexually frustrated when they got out

Warning: Badly written smut again. And she’s back at it with the unprotected sex. Please be safe!

“Alice. You know I could have picked him up alone.” The drive from Riverdale to the prison was short, only fifteen minutes, but it felt like a lifetime when you’re stuck in a car with Alice Cooper.

“I know. But I needed to know if it was really true. Riverdale needs to be warned that the Serpent King is being released from prison. I have my headline ready and everything lock up your liquor cabinets, FP Jones is back!”

“Alice. Do you have to be such a bitch on this delightful Wednesday afternoon.” You asked, sending her a sarcastic smile.

“Y/n. Do you have to be such a cow everyday of the week?” She replied and you stopped the car quickly, causing her to jolt forward. A small smile appeared on your lips while she looked at you annoyed.

“Do you guys really have to do this right now?” Jughead asked from the backseat and the two of you looked at him.

“You’re right.” You replied,. “Sorry. Lets go get your dad.” You sent him a small smile and he nodded, before the two of you got out. “You coming?” You leant on the door.

“I’m fine here thank.” She said through gritted teeth.

“But how will you know if he’s really getting out, if you don’t see it with your own two beady eyes.” You asked sarcastically.

“Why are you here again?” She bit back. “Oh right, because before FP went to jail, you and him were screwin-”

“Okay!” You interrupted her. “Lets go. He’ll be getting out soon.” You turned you attention to Jughead and the two of you started to walk to the gate.

“I know you and my dad have a thing going on.” He said casually, making you freeze.

“...oh.”

“Its fine.” He replied. “I don’t really care. You’re both grown adults, just as long as I don’t have to call you mom, because that’s just weird. You’re closer to my age than his.”

“Don’t worry.” You laughed. “I won’t make you call me anything but my name.”

“Good.” He replied and the two of you smiled at each other.

The security alarm from inside the prison buzzed, pulling you and Jughead out of your conversation. Once the gates were open FP and Jughead pulled each other into a tight hug while you stayed beside them. Alice was stood by the car, tapping her foot impatiently so you decided to drag this out for as long as you could.

“Hey Y/n.” He greeted you after pulling away.

“Hey FP.” You smiled brightly at him also hugging him. “I’m trying to drag this out for as long as I can so I can annoy Alice.” You whispered in his ear and he laughed softly.

“Alice. You’re looking just the same as the stone-cold bitch you were when I left.” He said sarcastically as he walked towards the car. Alice’s arms were crossed and she rolled her eyes, while you and Jughead laughed, trailing behind him.

“Is it true what they say about men who have just been released from prison?”

“What do they say?” He asked curiously. You and Jughead looked at each other confused.

“That they’re incredibly sexually frustrated.” She replied without missing a beat and Jughead groaned, while you laughed loudly.

“Gross!” He mumbled and got in the car.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “But if it is, I know exactly who I’m taking my frustrations out on.” He looked you up and down before smirking and you could feel a blush starting to creep onto your cheeks.

“Take me home please. I’ve got my story.” She said bored before getting into the passengers side.

“Story?” FP asked.

“For the newspaper.” You replied. “Thats why she came here. To check if you were really getting out.” You mocked before climbing into the car.

“Ah.” He said and sat beside Jughead. “Alice, just because you’re husband has never pleased you sexually doesn’t mean you have to take your anger out on the people that are actually getting some.” He teased, making you giggle, Alice gasp and Jughead grimace.

“Don’t worry Alice. I’m talking you home.” You reassured her and she rolled her eyes. “Jughead?” You asked, looking at him through the mirror. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere, as long as it’s away from you three.” He replied and you and FP smiled at each other.

“I’ll drop you off at Pop’s.” You told him and he nodded gratefully.

“And then we can...catch up.” FP winked.

“Dad!” Jughead shoved him softly. “Can you drop me off first?”

“No. She’s dropping me off first.” Alice argued and they started to bicker.

“Aren’t you glad to be back?” You asked and he chuckled.

“Obviously. Can’t you tell?”

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“You coming in?” He asked, leaning against the trailer door. Thankfully the drive back to Riverdale went much quicker than the drive there. Alice was surprisingly quiet during the ride back and Jughead practically jumped out the car when you dropped him off.

“Sure.” You shrugged. “I suppose I can stay for a while.”

“Good.” He smiled and moved out the way, allowing you to walk in.

“I have nobody better to do right now.” You smirked as you passed him, brushing up against him slightly before sitting on the couch.

“Don’t you mean nothing better to do?” He asked and sat beside you.

“No.” You bit your lip. “I definitely meant nobody.” His lips were on yours in an instant and you moaned softly into the kiss. His hands found your hips and he pulled you onto his lap. You kissed down his jaw, stopping to mark his collarbones and he chuckled. “What are you laughing at?” You mumbled against his skin.

“I’ve just missed you.” He replied and you smiled up at him.

“I know.” You winked before going back. You shuffled down his body, and he took his jacket and shirt off while you got on your knees. Your hands slid up his thighs before fumbling with the belt on his jeans and pulling them off.

Your tongue swirled round his clothed member and he threw his head back, making you smirk. “Quite teasing baby girl.” He groaned. You continued to tease him and you could tell he was getting more and more annoyed. You decided to put him out of his misery, taking his dick from its restraints and pumping it a few times with your hand. You kissed the tip, collecting the pre-cum and he gripped his thighs. You peppered kisses up and down him, before taking him in your mouth. “Fuck.” He hissed at the feeling. You bobbed up and down, hollowing your cheeks so you could take him further in your mouth. “God, have I missed this.”

“Hmmm.” You hummed around him and he bucked his hips up.

“As much as I love this. I need you. Now.” He growled, grabbing a fist-full of your hair and pulling you off him.

“Thats fine with me.” You smiled and stood up, discarding your clothes in a hurry and throwing them to the floor. FP took his boxers off quickly, before grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him. You straddled him, hovering above his hard member. Your arms were draped over his shoulders and you sent him a warm smile before sinking down onto him. Your head rolled back and you both groaned.

“I love you so damn much.” He mumbled and your head snapped to look at him.

“What?” You laughed. “You love me?” You asked, a more serious tone taking over your voice. You’d both completely forgotten what you were doing, he was looking at you expectantly, and you were looking at him, wide eyed and mouth open (and not in the good way).

“Yeah?” He replied, forcing a light laugh with it. “Is there are problem?”

“What? God no.” You shook your head. “No. I love you too.” You said softly and his smile grew. “I was just taken by surprise. I always thought you’d want to keep this as a casual thing.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” He asked sarcastically. “I know I’m an idiot, but I’m not that much of an idiot.” He added and you giggled softly. You moved forward to kiss him sweetly and he moaned softly at the feeling of you moving. His hands gripped your hips tighter while he kissed you, and he started to thrust up lightly, causing you to gasp.

“Fuck.” You mumbled against his lips and he smirked.

“Baby girl, I wanna see your face.” He pulled your hair, causing the two of you to part. “I wanna see how good I’m making you feel.” He added making you moan loudly. His thrusts started to get harder and faster, and you started to move in time with him, catching up with his pace. Soon enough both of you were panting messes, his head ducked down and he captured one of your nipples in his mouth, pulling and nibbling it, while the other hand played your clit.

“FP!” You practically squealed above him and he smirked.

“Yes baby girl?” He let go of your nipple and moved to the other one.

“I’m close.” You moaned and his eyebrow’s furrowed.

“That was quick.”

“I missed you.” You replied, a blush spreading over your chest, neck and cheeks.

“I’ve missed you too.” He replied with a soft smile. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer. You’re so much better than my hand.” He groaned and sped up his movements. You lifted yourself up and sunk back down on his, doing that a few times while he slammed into you. Your moans got louder and more high pitched, the faster he rubbed your clit and before you knew it you were falling over the edge.

“Fuck, shit. Ah-fuck. FP.” You moaned loudly.

“Thats it baby girl. Let the entire trailer park know who’s back.” He said, his voice gravely and you could tell he was close.

“Cum for me.” You whispered seductively in his ear. “Show me how much you missed me.”

“Shit, babygirl.” He moaned loudly and you felt him cum inside you. You both sat there for a few minutes. Him still buried deep inside you while you tried to regain your breath. Slowly you got up and you moaned softly before sitting beside him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“Judging by that, I think it was a lot.” You replied and the two of you chuckled.

“Thats not even the start of it.”

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riverdalepoet · 5 years

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I’ve Got You part 3

Word Count: 3222

Warnings: language, depictions of violence, abuse, and injuries

Tag List: @romanticgumchewer @serpentlullaby @chipster-21 @lilhemmo @reblogserpent

A/N: Shout out to @cactiem for beta-ing this chapter and always boosting my confidence in the creative decisions I make. I also want to mention that this week was a tough one. I wanted to quit this story. I wanted to quit writing all together, but @ella-full-of-secrets told me in so many words “no ma’am, pam”. I’m grateful for Ella’s support, and this update would not be possible without it!

This chapter features a special guest and some pretty key plot points to the story. Message me to be added to the taglist and reblog, pleeeeaassseeeee!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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The closer they drew to Whyte Wyrm, the more nervous Callie became. It was nearly ten, and the Serpents that were sleeping soundly when she left would no doubt be awake by the time they returned. Her worrying was halted when Sweet Pea hit a pothole jolting the pain in her ribs. She cried out clutching her abdomen, nearly causing Sweets to drive off the road in panic. “Shit, Cal, I’m sorry. Why don’t you take some of that medicine Ellis gave you?”

“I can’t, I haven’t eaten anything.”

Sweet Pea squeezed her hand before tapping the back of it. “Well then let’s go to Pops. I’m starving.”

Callie shrugged her shoulders pulling her hand away slowly. “Sure, but I don’t think I’m hungry.”

Sweet Pea looked at her with blatant concern etched in his features but nodded nonetheless pulling into Pop’s parking lot. “Please let me get you a banana milkshake or something,” he pleaded with her.

She shook her head and pull her jacket tighter across her body. “No, Pea, I don’t really feel like it. I just want to go back to sleep.”

He begrudgingly agreed but made a mental note to make sure she ate something before the day was through. He locked the truck and ran to the counter. In about five minutes he had his bag of food and was back on the road to the Wyrm. When they saw the vacant lot, Callie visibly relaxed. “They’re rounding up traitors and looting the trailer park. Toni’s trying to get as much as she can out of your trailer for you. They shouldn’t be back until later,” Sweet Pea answered her silent question as he helped her out of the cab of the truck.

“Is that safe? What if the Ghoulies show up?”

“They’ve got weapons and none of them are alone. They can take ‘em.” Sweet Pea flinched as soon as he realized what that sounded like and saw the look on Callie’s face. “Wait… I didn’t-”

“I know. It’s fine.” Her forehead creased and he reached out to stop her from turning away.

She tried to wiggle from the hold he had on her, but it was no use. “No, it’s not. What happened to you didn’t happen because you couldn’t hold your own. They attacked you, Callie, that’s not your fault.” He tried to hold her gaze, but she averted her eyes, shrinking under his intensity.

“I know…” she mumbled hoping to placate him and escape to the upstairs room. He didn’t believe her one bit but saw the way she swayed on her feet. Maybe she wasn’t lying about wanting to sleep. He carried her up the steps to lay her on the bed. Immediately, she kicked off her shoe and slid happily under the covers. He chuckled at the smile that tugged on her lips when he reached for the remote and turned the fan on high. “You’re staying again, right?”

“You still want me to?”

“I do,” she answered snuggling into her pillow.

“Then I’ll be right here.” He kicked his own boots off and plopped down beside her. “Only I do have one condition…”

One of her eyebrows quirked up in surprise and she waited for him to elaborate on his terms. “You’re gonna have to eat at least twice a day so you can take your medicine. I know what you’re doing Callie, but you’re not your mother. You need those pills so your body can heal. That doesn’t make you a junkie.”

She deliberated for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement to his compromise. “Good, then I’m all yours, Camden. You still like the Golden Girls don’t you?”

For the next half hour, they giggled together at her favorite show and split Pea’s French fries before the medicine numbed her pain allowing her to drift back into the comfort of sleep. After making sure she was out cold, Sweet Pea joined her, not realizing how tired he still was. However, a piercing scream yanked him from his sleep. “NO,” Callie screamed out.

Instantly Pea shook her awake. She sat up too quickly, frantic from the memories that harassed her dreams and yelped in pain. The nightmares, the burning in her chest, the fear that lingered was too much for her. She clutched a pillow to her and melted into it, sobbing. Sweet Pea’s gentle hands pried the pillow from her grasp to pull him to her. She flinched at his touch, and he had to remind himself of the patience Dr. Ellis told him to exercise.

Carefully, he reached out his hand to stroke her hair and she finally relaxed under his hand. “Talk to me,” he begged her. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know what happened.”

“That’s just it, Pea, you can’t fix it. No one can fix it. They took everything. They just took it,” she cried miserably. More than anything he wished he could make this easier for her.

Just when her breathing began to slow, the door burst open and Fangs came strolling in. With the lights off, all Callie could see was a shadow and she screamed instantly. Fangs jumped in surprise while Pea calmed her hysterics. “No, no! I know, but it wasn’t them. It’s just Fangs. Remember how he brought here? It’s okay, baby, come here!”

Fangs was frozen in the doorframe. He flicked on the light and Callie squeaked when she realized he wasn’t a threat. She shook still, taking steadying breaths and feeling embarrassed for her outburst. “Fangs, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and waved his hand before grabbing the chair by the bed and propping his feet up. Callie still clung to Pea who was still whispering comforting words in her ear. “No worries, Calloway. I’m just glad to see you conscious.”

She smiled in response. Relieved that Callie had calmed down and noticing a pattern of her being easily frightened, Sweet Pea turned towards Fangs swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. “Have you heard anything about how it’s going or how Jug’s doing?”

“They were able to get a good deal out with no complications. Jughead woke up this morning and should get sprung sometime today, but that’s not why I’m here,” Fangs leaned forward piquing Pea’s interest. “Did you hear about Cooper?”

“Betty?” he questioned. That’s just what they needed- another damn injured Serpent- adjacent or not.

“No, Hal Cooper, Betty’s dad. He’s the freaking Black Hood,” he whispered trying not to disturb Callie who had gone back to sleep. Sweet Pea jumped up from the bed motioning towards the door.

Once they were down the hall a good ways, he replied, “What the hell? Riverdale Register’s Hal Cooper? Mr. Northside himself? There’s no way.”

Fangs was just as surprised by the news as he was and shook his head in disbelief. “I know, man. But it’s true. He’s sitting his creepy murdering ass in jail as we speak.”

It was hard-fought, but Sweet Pea finally tolerated Betty after a lifetime of despising her and her family, or rather what he thought they had that he didn’t. His mother abandoned him and his father was a sack of alcoholic shit, but having a serial killer as a father took the cake. Despite himself, he actually felt bad for the girl with the ponytail. “Poor Betty…”

Toni walked up with a few bags over her shoulder and slung them on the ground at his feet. “Yeah, I know. That sucks about her dad.” Sweet Pea reached for the guitar case she was just about to throw down carelessly.

“Easy there, Topaz,” he warned. “Damn, you got a lot of her stuff.”

She looked offended by the surprise in his tone. “Duh! This was a one and done. No way we’ll be able to get in again.”

“Well, it means a lot to me. I really appreciate you doing that for her. I would’ve gone myself, but-,” he started only to be interrupted by her rolling her eyes with an amused expression on her face.

“I knew we wouldn’t be able to pry you away if we tried. Seriously, don’t sweat it. How’s she doing?” Sweet Pea rubbed the back of his neck.

“I don’t know. I mean, Ellis says she’ll be okay, but as far as what’s going on in her head…I really can’t say. I’m hoping this will help.” He tapped the top of the guitar case for emphasis.

Fangs and Toni shared a knowing look before Fangs spoke up. “Yeah, every time I drove by her trailer she was sitting on the porch with that guitar on her hands.”

Toni agreed remembering the first time she caught Pea staring at Calloway from across the lot. “It’s just gonna take time, Pea. Just listen. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

Suddenly, the door swung open and Cheryl Blossom came blazing in. “Where’s TT?” She bounded up the stairs breathless and reaching for her girlfriend. “They’re coming! Hiram, Minetta, the whole Godfather-esque clan. They’re raiding the Wyrm. We need to get you- all of you- out of here now!”

Sweet Pea and Fangs wasted no time shouting orders at the Serpents below. “Grab what you can! No bikes, we can’t be heard or seen!”

“SHIT!” Sweet Pea’s mind went to the girl sleeping down the hall. “How are we supposed to move Callie? Her crutches are as loud as hell.”

“I can help with that,” a voice called from the door. Fred Andrews with his keys in hand was standing behind Archie and Jughead looking vastly out of place. The crowd went silent. “I can take her in my truck along with some of the heavier stuff you might want to bring. You are all welcome at my home, but we have to move now.”

Sweet Pea contemplated for a split second before nodding curtly and rushing to grab Callie. With his approval, the Serpents went back to gathering the few belongings they had left. Fangs helped Pea load the truck, hiding the loot by securing a tarp around the bed. With a kiss to Callie’s forehead, Sweet Pea closed the door jarring her awake. Her eyes widened at the sight of Fred beside her, but Sweet Pea was quick to react. “Look at me! It’s not safe here anymore. Mr. Andrews is going to drive you to his house, and we’ll all meet you there a little while later.”

“No, Pea, don’t. I want to-,” she argued reaching for the handle, determined to stick to his side.

He stroked her hair through the window leaning into the frame of the truck to block the door from opening. “You still trust me?” Hesitantly, she nodded. “I promise I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He turned his stare to the man in the driver’s seat. “Mr. Andrews?” He didn’t know much of anything about Archie’s dad, but he trusted Jughead and didn’t see any other option.

“I’ll take care of her, son, don’t worry. You be safe yourself. Stay out of sight,” Fred answered acknowledging the obvious worry that was clear as day on Sweet Pea’s face.

“Thank you, sir.” With one last look at Callie, he retreated into the bar to get the Serpents ready for escape.

Callie eyed Fred suspiciously and saw the questions that he was biting back. After pulling onto the highway steering towards the Northside of town, he finally asked. “Who did that to you?”

“Ghoulies,” she mumbled, clutching her bag tightly. He merely hummed in response. Fred Andrews was not blind to the troubles of the Southside. He knew what they were up against, but he never thought it would leave someone in the shape this girl was in.

They rode in silence until the flashing of red and blue lights rushed past them bound for the very place they just left. Panic ripped through Callie as she whipped around to watch each car speed towards the Southside and towards Sweet Pea.

“Hey now, they’ll be okay,” Fred murmured reaching to pat her shoulder. She jumped at the contact and he quickly retracted his hand. “My boy and Jughead will make sure they know where to go.”

“Archie?” she croaked out, surprised at the strain in her voice.

“Yeah,” he answered. “You’re Cliff Camden’s kid, aren’t you?”

Calloway flinched at the association and Fred shot her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, kid. I sure hate what he did to you and your mom. I really hate that Leah did the same thing to you- leaving a fifteen- year old like that. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”

“You knew my mom?” Callie questioned, shocked. The last time she heard anyone say her mother’s name, it was when FP came looking for his favorite drinking buddy after he hadn’t seen her in a month nearly two years ago. It stung just the same way it did back then.

“Psh, knew her? I was a groomsman in the Camden’s wedding,” he chuckled. Callie blinked a few times putting a few pieces together from stories her mom told her.

“You were in a band with my father, weren’t you?” she gasped realizing why he looked so familiar in the first place.

“Oh no, she told you about The Fred Heads?” he laughed, turning onto Elm Street.

“Only when I started playing his guitar.”

“So you play, huh?” Callie avoided his eyes, staring instead at a small crack in the windshield.

“I used to.” By the tremor in Callie’s voice, Fred knew to let it go. Soon enough they were pulling into his driveway. He made his way around the truck to help Callie into the house. Once they crossed the threshold, he started fussing around the house arranging pallets and blowing up air mattresses. “I’m thinking you and Fangs are the only ones seriously injured-aside from Jughead, but he’ll be staying with Betty- so I’m gonna have the two of you in the downstairs room. It’s got two beds. You’re gonna want Sweet Pea with you, right?” She nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Archie can bunk with me to leave his room open, there are a few couches in the music room out back, and the rest can fill up the couches and air mattresses in here. I just wish I could do more…”

“Mr. Andrews,” Callie started, moving to sit at the barstool to relieve the pressure in her leg. “This is more than anyone else would do. Thank you.”

He smiled at her but insisted on calling in pizzas for when the rest arrived. Once he hung up the phone, he collapsed against the counter. They sat comfortably for a few moments worrying about the people forced to race towards the Northside like refugees in their own town. “Callie, I’m sorry this happened to you. Riverdale never should’ve let the Ghoulies gain so much control over our town. You didn’t deserve this. I just wish I could do something about it.”

Callie fidgeted with a loose thread in the upholstery before replying, “Thank you, Mr. Andrews. If you ever run for mayor, you’ve got my vote.” Fred chuckled in reply.

“Callie?” Sweet Pea’s voice called from the front door, her eyes snapped up and met Fred’s and they both smiled in relief. Fred helped Callie to her feet as Sweet Pea walked in the kitchen, sweaty and still revved up from the adrenaline of fleeing the Southside. Pea wrapped her up in his arms, dropping his duffle at his feet.

Fred cleared his throat, gruffly and went to tend to the others that were piling in. “I’ll be in there if y’all need anything. Hey, Jughead, do not grab an entire box of pizza for yourself!”

“Are you okay?” Callie asked looking him over for any sign of trouble. Sweet Pea grabbed her hands successfully stopping her and laughed lightly.

“What are you worried about? Of course I’m okay.” He rolled his eyes slightly, making Callie scoff. He pulled her towards the living room.

“Mr. Andrews has me, you, and Fangs in the downstairs guest room. I think I’m gonna go to sleep. He made me take more medicine and it’s kicking in. I’m glad you’re safe.” He nodded as she went to bed and made sure to shake Fred’s hand before turning in himself.

The next morning, Callie woke up to Fangs and Sweet Pea chattering excitedly over stacks of pancakes. “Can you believe they got Cheryl’s jacket ready that fast?”

“Dude, I’m not surprised. Rusty’s excited to have another redhead in the Serpents. Cheryl’s her new favorite. Hell, Cheryl’s my new favorite after last night. She really saved our asses.” They carried on like that for a while before Callie realized that sleeping in would not be an option.

She rolled to her side, clutching the comforter and letting her eyes adjust to the sunlight. “Good morning,” Fangs sang animatedly making her giggle despite her hatred for anything before noon. “Want some breakfast?”

He ran off to grab her a plate, giving Sweet Pea the opportunity to show her what Toni was able to salvage for her from her trailer. She gasped at the sight of her favorite clothes, some pictures, and her mother’s necklace, but she was not prepared for Sweet Pea to bring out her guitar with a wide smile plastered on his face. “She got Cliff’s guitar?” Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip to maintain her composure.

His smile faltered slightly. “No, she got YOUR guitar.”

“Tell her thank you, but I don’t play anymore. Just- just give it away.” She reached for her bag and tried to make her way to the bathroom, but he stopped her. What Callie couldn’t tell him was that looking at that guitar made her mind race back to being attacked in her own home. Just the sight of the battered instrument that once gave her a voice only made her sick, and she couldn’t bear to touch it.

“What? I’m not going to give it away. This guitar means so much to you. I know that if you played it, you would feel better. Callie, just try it,” he pleaded shoving the guitar towards her.

“Why does it matter? Why can’t you just leave it alone? I don’t want that thing anywhere near me, Pea, please,” she sputtered out backing away from him.

His shoulders visibly stiffened as he matched her steps. “Why does it matter?! Callie, I just want you to get back to yourself again.

“You have no idea who I am anymore, Sweet Pea.”

“Are you kidding? I know exactly who you are Calloway- better than anyone.” He was struggling to keep his voice level with each passing minute.

Callie stood her ground letting the pain of the last two years finally show. “Really? Were you there when I started working two jobs because mom left and I was alone? What about when I got mugged walking home from a nightshift at Pops? They got five hundred dollars off me that night. Where were you? Oh, I’m failing at Riverdale. I can’t catch up to their standards and keep the lights on. Did you know that? You were out making a name for yourself around here, and good for you. But don’t you dare pretend that nothing has changed since you left me on my porch. You don’t have a clue who I’ve had to become since that night, Pea, there’s no way you can. You. weren’t. fucking. there!”

With fire in his eyes and his jaw clenched tightly, he reached for the doorknob to yank it open. “You know what? I’m gonna go do something I do know about.” He slammed the door catching Fred’s attention as he left with a very confused Fangs in tow to grab drinks before Cheryl’s jacket ceremony.

When Fred pushed the door to the guest room open to check on the girl Pea walked out on, Callie was on the floor in tears. Two watery blue eyes looked up at him completely hopeless. “I messed up, Mr. Andrews.”

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ladyshilya · 4 years

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Riverdale: Chapter Seventy Three: The Locked Room

Let’s see what happens when they reveal that Jughead is alive and confront Stonewall prep.

It’s great to hear Jughead narrate the show because it was weird last episode with him not doing it. While Jughead is “dead” Betty and Archie are continuing the charade that they are together. Everyone is still dealing with the loss of Jugehead. We do learn that Jellybean overhead Betty talking with Charles so she knew Jughead was alive. FP was told before they did the search party. We all know how everyone else knew. Betty gets Jughead from the Bunker because is time to go after Stonewall prep kids but also because they found a mysterious person. My first thought is Judhead’s grandfather since we saw him earlier in the season. Unless Mr. Chipping didn’t really die otherwise it would have to be someone we forgot about.

Betty and Jughead interrupt a the literary society’s meeting. Many of them were shocked to see Jughead’s alive but of course Donna was happy to see that she was right that he was alive. Betty locks the door starting the whole tale of what happened. They start way back with the DuPont stealing the Baxter Brother’s from Jughead grandfather because that is the real cause of everything. We all know that Moose was brought to the school by Mr. Chipping and after Halloween Mr. Chipping did everything to get Mouse to leave the school. It seems that every year a new ghostwriter was picked for the Baxter Brother’s series is the same year a student went missing and thus the Stonewall 4. It seems the whole reason for inviting Moose to the school was for him to be killed. Mr. Chipping couldn’t do it so he got Moose out and then killed himself. Basically to win the Baxter Brother’s contract basically the person has to pull off the perfect murder. Which is how we know that everyone in Quill and Skull had a hand in Jughead’s “murder” because they all helped rewrite his novel. Donna is claiming that Jonathan is not there became of a food poisoning. Yea, the kind that get you killed.

We also learn how they gave Jughead CPR to save his life and how Charles helped them by bringing an FBI med vehicle for Jughead. Now we know when Charles was officially brought in. DuPont considers this to be a great story but it can’t be proven. They went to all the past ghostwritters of the Baxter Brother’s and they all lawyered up when confronted. DePont claims he never told anyone to kill their fellow students and he never killed any of those people so he cannot be convicted of their murders. Let’s be honest he’s a just a different kind of serial killer. Now there is the fact that everyone from the original Quill and Skull were all killed. At this point the mystery guest is brought in by FP and Charles who is none other then Jughead’s grandfather. I knew it was going to be him. It seems that one of the guys came to see the original Forsythe to warn him DuPont was killing everyone. Two days later that person died. Forsythe did the only thing he could do and went for a pack of smokes and never came back. This is also why Jughead was recruited to the school to bring his grandfather out of hiding. During the time Forsythe was in hiding he collected evidence to prove that DuPont was behind everyone’s death. Charles and FP looked through DuPont house and found the trophy’s he collected from everyone he had killed. Charles went to arrest DuPont but he decided to jump out the window. Really, how did no one see that he was going to do that, he kept backing up towards the window. I called that while watching it.

Now with DuPont dead, so Charles takes a stab at interrogating Donna, Bret, and Joan. Joan has diplomatic immunity through her father so she is not going to be a help. Donna keeps trying to lie but eventually says that DuPont gave her Mr. Chipping’s tie pin and to make it look like a suicide. Which is was but one Mr. Chipping felt pressured to do. When Charles talked to Bret and tried to offer him a deal if he turns in the sex tapes, Bret offered a counter for less charges or he would release Jughead and Betty’s sex tape. Charles when out to think about it and in came FP and Jughead to show Bret how Serpent’s negotiate. Charles then comes back into the room because it seems that Bret is willing to cooperate with the investigation now.

They find the sex tapes hidden behind the school crest, Jughead does the smart thing and destroys his. Are there no cameras in that school? Wouldn’t security see a someone messing with the crest. Or did Bret pay them off, I guess that is more likely. Alice gives a great report on what happened at the school. Betty pays a visit to Donna who is packing up because she is transferring schools. It is here we learn the truth about Donna. It seems her grandmother was one of the original Quill and Skulls’ members. Donna came to school because her goal was to get close to DuPont and make him pay. What Betty didn’t know was that her grandmother came up with Tracy True so she was also stolen from. Which is why Donna is so happy she got the Baxter Brother’s contract but its going in a different direction with a focus on Tracy True. Betty tells Donna to drop the Baxter Brother’s contract because so many people had to die in order for her to get revenge. If Donna doesn’t she will realize the proof she has of Donna’s linage as well as evidence to support Donna’s whole revenge plot. Betty promises Donna that she will be watching her. Let’s be honest Jughead’s should have the contract with a deal that is better then all the rest to help his family get back some of the money that should have been theirs in the first place. DuPont took advantage of Forsythe when he made that deal.

Cheryl thinks that the whole Betty and Archie pretend dating was more realistic then they are letting on. Jughead is back at Riverdale High because there is no legal reason for him no to be. Betty and Veronica tell both Jughead and Archie they are going to do everything to ensure that they graduate. Like Veronica needs anything else on her plate. Kevin sits down to join the table because they all are signing up for the variety show. Which I am guessing will be the next episode.

We finally have the full story, I will admit I didn’t even factor the Stonewall 4 into being important to the whole plot. I should have because it was mentioned so much but I kept thinking that they were using it as fear tactic. I should have paid more attention to that part of the story. Otherwise everything else makes complete sense and was pretty much all things we knew. We didn’t know who had hit Jughead with the rock and the fact it wasn’t Bret or Donna, I am a bit shocked by. With who manipulative Donna was being and how invested she was in on all of this it makes sense it was for revenge. I wasn’t sure if she had a motive or if she was a sociopath. They all seemed to have some level of sociopathic tendencies so it wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities.

I am happy that part of the story is done because everyone still needs to figure out what Charles is up to since we all know he has an angle is he is playing. Granted he was a great help with bringing Stonewall down but it still doesn’t change the fact he is working with Chic. They have something planned and I want to know what it is.

Also I don’t know how I feel about the whole possible Betty and Archie happening. I know she was one if his main gf’s in the comics. Cheryl is also one of Archie’s gfs in the comics. Unless they are going to break up her and Toni which will have a lot of people pissed off myself included there is no point in trying to make all the actual relationships happen. Not to mention they would have to bring Sabrina in at some point because she also dated Archie. I am really happy I have not had to watch a show about Archie being the village bicycle. I am even more happy I didn’t have to watch love triangle on repeat between Betty, Archie and Veronica. I am really over the whole love triangle thing. I feel its played out at this point.

I was right the next episode will be the variety show which will be fun because I do enjoy those episodes. I wonder how are going to do them when they are not all in high school anymore.

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Forget About It ~ S.P. (part 5)

A/n: I didnt go to sleep after all... So yeah um here's the next part OOPS. Also I didn't realize I already have a part five so I wrote this whole thing and then found the part five aId already written except I liked this a LOT more so, here's part five rewritten! Hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: Bullying is the biggest one tbh. Isolation.

Word Count: 5000+

MASTERLIST

You know there are some days when I really feel like this could work. Like you and I are finally gonna get it right... Then there are days like today, when you make me wanna tear my fucking hair out!

My first day back to Riverdale High was rough. The paperwork hadn’t taken long, but I had gotten used to South Side High, where expectations were low and no one gave the teachers the time of day. Where drugs roamed wild and everyone had the insignia of some gang or another.

Which means I’d made the mistake of wearing my Serpent’s jacket, to begin with.

Everyone was glaring at me. Every single pair of eyes of every single person I cane across threw daggers at me mercilessly. It was only a matter of time before Cheryl Blossom got her claws around me.

“If it isn’t Judas herself!” The red headed cheerleader greeted far too brightly. “Et tu, Brute?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you want somethjng Cheryl, or are you here simply to get your kicks in because you need a distraction from the lack of your own pathetic, sad existence?”

Perhaps I’d been too harsh. Cheryl wasn’t like anyone in the Serpents. They all hesitated to strike back. They saw when they’d been defeated and were smarter about the approach, even if said approach was waiting until you were alone to strike. Because, unlike in the North Side, if you attacked someone in the South Side there would always be someone who stood up for that person. You mess with someone, you mess with their freuds or family. Or worse, the gang they’re in- which is the same thing, except a gang will rip you apart.

On the North Side, everyone was fighting for themself. Even if I hadn’t been an outsider here, no one would have stepped in. But, since I was a ‘Judas’ as Cheryl had so eloquently put, not only was no one stepping in, but they were thriving off of it. When I insulted her, they all turned on me with equally nasty looks and it made me feel small and in very much danger. Cheryl thrived off of it.

“Keep your head down, Serpent.” Her mockingly sweet tone had dropped to a hateful, dangerous curl. “You’re in bulldog territory now, and we’ll eat you alive.” She walked away and I was reminded of the day Sweetpea Gad come to my house to face down Archie and Reggie had told him the same thing.

I looked around and saw everyone mirroring that same look in Cheryl’s eyes. I tried not to look too terrified as I kept walking.

The day continued with everyone giving off an attitude like that. People made large circles around me in hallways and classrooms alike, squishing together so they could be as far away from me as possible. Two kids tripped me, and a third tried and failed. Shoulders slammed into me in the lunchline and eyes followed me everywhere. The traiter North Sider turned Serpent had returned, and no one was happy about it. They had made it as clear as I had.

Finally, I got some relief from school when Jughead called me. After talking for a little while though, I nearly lost my crap on him. "FP got out and you're only telling me this NOW?" I demanded.

I could FEEL Jughead wince. "He needed some time to get readjusted and have some space... Plus, you do too. How are you holding up on the North Side?"

A sigh escaped me as I tried not to reveal how anxious that question made me. It had been going... not well, to say the least. "Don't change the subject, Jones. You could have told me at least! I need to know what's going on in the South Side, you guys are my family. I'm going to lose my MIND if I find out something major happened and I missed it because no one's talking to me."

"No one's talking to you?"

My mouth audibly snapped shut. "I...” I worked my jaw in an attempt to loosen it. “No, they're not. Not returning my calls or calling me- I'm in the dark here..." I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair.

He paused. "I called to tell you they're throwing a party for my dad. I wanted you to come." His voice sounded tight.

"What's wrong Jug?"

There was a quiet that stretched long enough to make me anxious. "Penny's still on my case."

"What?" I snapped, tensing.

He rushed to explain, maybe to soothe me, but he just couldn't do both. The explanation would only make me more upset. "She targeted Betty. She has a video. It's- a mess. I don't know what's going on with everybody else but I just need you at this party okay? I know I've been distracted and told you last minute but you're still one of my closest friends, Y/n." There was a pause and his tone lightened. "My dad complains that he didn't get to enjoy your cooking." I smiled. "I didn't realize how much you... helped things, around here. I miss you."

My voice was soft when I responded. "I'll be right over Jug. Maybe yell at Fangs to get off his ass and come pick me up." My smile fell. "Or I can... I'll figure it out."

Another pause. There was so much tension and awkwardness. I absolutely hated it. "I'm sorry."

My eyes closed. "I know." Forcing my tone light and trying to ignore the false note in the words, I chirped, "See you soon! Can't wait to see that karaoke machine- maybe I'll get someone to go up there with me." We exchanged our goodbyes and hung up. I moved from the pillows and blankets on the floor of my room to the door. The room otherwise remained completely untouched, just as it had been when I very first left it. I still couldn't find it in myself to touch anything. Especially now if anything, with everything going on at school. Even aside from that, it still felt invasive, but now it also felt dangerous too. This was a life I could so easily fall into. Fade away into. With my friends ignoring me for some reason and Archie and my dad only too eager to bring me fully back to the North Side, I made my statement clear. I was a guest in this house, not apart of even this room. I could see the hurt in my dad's face but I couldn't bring myself to mend the situation. There was no going back. This wasn’t my home anymore and it never would again.

After grabbing my Serpent jacket, I headed toward my door. I was going to North again and between that and this house, the tension never left my body. It was starting to become infused into the make of my very muscles. This jacket was the only comfort I had. It caused problems, but so far there wasn't much chaos about it since I didn't speak out about the bullying and no one else made as much of a scene as Cheryl had. I'd gotten through lucky so far.

On my way out of the house, I heard Archie and my dad talking. Despite myself, the tone of their voices worried me and I paused, listening. They were still my blood after all...

"So I take it things didn't go so well with the four-letter-word, huh?" My dad. My eyebrows came together. Wait, what?

"When I'm with Veronica, as dark as things get - and they've been getting pretty dark - she makes me feel like... everything is gonna be fine. She makes things fun. I don't wanna lose that."

My heart seized. He had said he loved Veronica? Was he really so lost to them? "You won't," my dad assured. "You just have to give her some time. And space. You're a great kid Arch. Really, get out there, have a good time." He began moving but I was frozen in place. "Take the pressure off."

Our eyes locked as he entered the hallway. Why was he encouraging it? Didn't he know how dangerous the Lodges were? Was it being around the Serpents that had made me so painfully aware of the twisted North Sider who was rich and so in power as I sat alone at night thinking how about all the danger and drama we'd had in Riverdale? How much Veronica hated her father? How much she had changed and given into him since he'd been back?

My father came to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He didn't know what I was thinking exactly but he must have got the gist because his words hit home. "We all take our own path, Y/n. If Archie can find some stability and happiness with people his age, who am I to stop him? Really." He paused as I mulled over that. "He could use his sister right now." My lips pressed together. He sighed. "I know everything that's happened, but... he's been so lost since you've been gone. You gave him a purpose and he gave you security. And now..." He shrugged, his hand falling away. "Maybe just ask him for a ride? Where are you going by the way?"

I flinched. "Sorry, I was going to ask on my way out. Um, Jughead's having a party for his dad-"

My dad nodded. "I've heard. Be safe, okay?" I nodded. He left with just that and I stood alone, on the stairs, thinking.

When I looked up again, Archie stood there. "I'm going too. You... want a ride?"

There was only a second before I mumbled, "Sure."

The car ride was absolutely silent. No nervous tapping, no conversation- not even any music. It was like we were both terrified to more more than necessary, even to breathe. When we got there and he parked, he sighed. "Y/n-" I wanted to bolt and he seemed ready for me to do so and for his words to be lost to me. But my dad's words came back to me and I forced myself to stay. I was... curious. I wondered where this boy who used to be my whole world stood as I lost my footing in the world I thought I knew. It seemed every time I was sure of myself the rug was pulled from under me. Why not go for another fall? He looked at me, unsure if he should continue or not.

A breath escaped through my nose. "Truce?" I asked, holding out my hand. He looked at it, smiled at the childishness, and then took my hand. There was a little release in the cement wall between us. It became a little thinner. The distance shortened, just slightly. We both smiled and then I slipped out of the car, returning to one of the places that felt like a real home. My smile grew to a grin.

Finally.

I didn't find Sweet Pea before I found my brother on stage with his girlfriend, both singing and the tension between them tangible.

So the problem hadn't been solved yet.

"Mad World"? Really? I stood in my place, my heart filling with sadness. They ran off the stage and I almost followed them.

But then Betty got on stage.

I froze, eyes wide and lips parted. A second later my attention snapped to the people around me. My eyes landed on Sweet Pea, who chuckled. My heart exploded in my chest. Why was I suddenly sick to my stomach? My eyes landed on Jughead next. He wasn't looking at me but before I moved to his side I heard Alice Cooper whimper, "Oh my god." When I reached Jughead, my hand touched his arm. He looked away, his jaw working. And then to top it all off, FP Jones announced very dramatically that he wasn't retiring after all.

There was suddenly so much heaviness in my chest and I turned and left, moving outside.

Archie and Veronica.

Archie in GENERAL.

Betty and her- her Serpent dance.

FP was coming back to the Serpents after all.

The way Sweet Pea has looked at Betty Copper.

My friends all going dark on me, cutting me out of their life suddenly because I wasn't around to remind them I existed anymore.

Jughead was upset, shutting me out, and I could do nothing to even slow his steady fall into whatever darkness he felt consuming him.

The whole world was falling apart and I had been desperately trying to hold on... but my fingers had slipped and I was lost again.

I didn't wait for Archie. Like I had done so many times before, just as recklessly, I stormed out into the night in a known dangerous part of town, by myself. I didn't get far before I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I turned around, startled, to see Sweet Pea.

His smile faded as he took in my expression. I pulled away from him. "Y/n?" He didn't move, unsure what to do about me turning my back as I faced away.

"You know, this sucks." I took a sharp breath in, closing my eyes. "My father's heart is breaking because I'm turning into everything he fears. My brother lost another person as we both make reckless, desperate decisions to find stability and security. My best friend is being slammed in the face as his mistakes bite him in the ass. And my boyfriend-" I spun around to face him. "Has been ignoring me." Sweet Pea frowned. "My entire school is turning on me because I'm proud of the family I'm apart of. The family that is suddenly shunning me? GOD, what is this?"

He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Hey, hey, slow down. What do you mean I'm ignoring you?"

"You haven't answered any of my calls," I gasped, trying to hold back tears. "I've been really alone and it's only been a little while but I'm so scared over there. I needed to hear your voice..."

His arms tightened around me. "I'm sorry. I've been busy with school and the Serpents are having a hard time with Jughead and Penny and with FP getting out of prison. My brain has just been super preoccupied. And I've been missing you too. I'm used to having you in person. We didn't ever text or call before- I just have to get used to it. I'm sorry, Y/n."

A sigh came from me. "Everyone around me is hurting and I can't do anything to stop it. To even begin to help. I'm worried, Sweets. I'm so worried..."

"I know," he soothed. There was a pause. "What did you say about school?"

Instantly my heart fell into my toes. I tried to play it off. Making a problem out of a bunch of idiots wasn’t going to do anything but make everyone feel worse. "Nothing. They're just being self righteous, dumb North Siders as usual." I pulled him close. "I miss you. I miss the South Side. The Serpents."

I pushed out all the stupid things I knew I didn't have to worry about. Archie wasn't my concern anymore. If our relationship was mended then fine, but for now I was still done with him. Sweet Pea's look at Betty, as well, was more of amusement than interest. I knew that, looking back, with my emotions a little clearer and with his reassuring hold to calm me. The Serpents weren't ignoring me. It was about perspective again. What I saw in the moment, with my silly emotions and jumping to conclusions. There was a real problem that I needed to focus on. Jughead. FP. Penny.

He rubbed my back. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I need to focus. I'm letting too much get to me." I shook my head. "One thing at a time. How have you been?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Of course that's your focus." I smiled too but at his next words it grew weaker. "I've been miserable. It's so cold and uncomfortable, sleeping without you. And we've been dying without your cooking. Your smile and your voice and your laugh and your hand in mine. You make the South Side so much better and I just- really miss you."

My hands tightened around his shirt, fingers pressing between my chest and his. "Sweets?" He hummed the question without saying the words. I bit my lip. I wanted to say it. Thinking about Archie and Veronica only made me want to say it more. But Archie and Veronica also made me more scared to say it. The three words. Those three damn words. "You're amazing. I'm glad we're together."

He paused. A long time. A VERY long time. "Y/n, I..." My eyes widened. The tone of his voice- was he going to say it? "I think I'm in love with you."

Oh. OH. That was so much deeper than 'I love you'. Even with the hint of question it still resounded into my bones, shaking through my body until it tingled in my toes. I was suddenly filled with light that buzzed in my system, waking me up and super charging me. I looked up at him. "I love you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I'm in love with you." Our eyes locked and it felt so insanely right that our bodies both locked up right there. "I'm in love with you," I whispered again.

The words broke the spell and he broke into the brightest, most contagious grin. His lips found mine and everything was wiped away. Just like in those moments before, it didn't matter. Penny. FP. Jughead. Archie. Betty. The Black Hood. It could all wait for later because in this moment, nothing dark could exist in such pure happiness. The darkness of night seemed to morph around us, the stars and moon and artificial street lights and the lights from the Wyrm all becoming brighter, softer, warmer. Maybe we were young and this wouldn't last but who cared?

I was in love with a boy who was in love with me and despite the raging dangers of Riverdale, that's all that mattered for now.

We slowly parted, our foreheads pressing together. Archie spoke and I slowly looked over, still dazed. He spoke quietly, his eyes not meeting mine. "I'm sorry... but it's time to go home." He looked so defeated that my little glowing paradise was dulled, just a little. But I didn't frown, just nodded.

Turning back to Sweet Pea, I pecked him softly. "Call me when you get there okay? So I know you made it safe."

Ah, there was that glow again, at full power. I nodded. "Of course."

I might as well have been floating as I made my way to Archie's truck. I got in the passenger seat, the air inside it stifling. Archie was dark, oozing despare and agony and struggle. I was light, radiating joy and excitement and fulfillment and ease. My bright mood fought with his heavy one but I didn't notice it. I was stuck on cloud nine, Sweet Pea's kiss and words echoing in my mind to make everything so wonderful. The light and dark fought for dominance until we reached our house and Archie parked. There he finally gave in, letting my light infect him. "Why are you in such a good mood?"

I turned to him. "Sweet Pea told me he loved me." I didn't think about the words. They just came out of me. I was beaming and floating and brilliant and somewhere in my brain I worried that my success where he had failed would be like a slap in the face. I worried that he'd lash out at me and it would be ruined. "He said it and then I said it back and it felt so RIGHT." My hand went through my hair again and I sighed, melting into my chair.

Despite my distant concerns, Archie smiled. "That's amazing, Y/n." He paused. "You seem so happy there."

"Of course, it's my home. My family."

That did hurt Archie. I think both my success and my rejection were too much for him and his face crumpled. My happiness fell and I began to reach out a hand to him, lips parting. But that felt so wrong and it dropped before it even really begun reaching. Just a twitch.

I had been so ready to give him up... how did one begin to close a gap that was so incredibly wide? How do you compromise with the perfect North Sider I used to be and the South Side Serpent I now was? The... North Side Serpent? Was that who I was now?

We didn't talk for a long time. "I'm sorry, about that night. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn’t have been out there at all." He couldn't look at me. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm genuinely glad what happened the way it did actually." He looked at me in surprise. "Look Archie I know that you're carrying the weight of our family falling apart on your shoulders, but you know what? Don't. I was weak before. Easily broken and walked all over. Now I'm strong. I have a family that doesn't just overprotect me but also lets me protect myself. They make me stronger instead of just... letting me be weak. I have a boyfriend who I LOVE who loves me and a home I feel safe and comfortable. I know our family isn’t as strong but this was the best thing that could happen to me. The Serpents are... fun." I cringed at the word. "Not always, but when they are- I don't know. It's like how you are with Veronica. What you said to Dad earlier. They make everything else disappear. They make it feel OKAY. And I know that I'm losing you, but it's not because I'm choosing the Serpents." A realization hit me and my eyes went wide. "I'm not a South Sider." The words were soft, remembering that night with Sweet Pea where he begged me to understand. Now I finally did and it was amazing. "I'm a NORTH Side Serpent." My back straightened. "You want to worry about something? You don't want to lose me? Stop regretting my time with the Serpents. Stop treating me like I sinned just because I'm not depending on you to function anymore. Appreciate that I've grown and that I'm strong now and love me for who I am, as I am. Not who I was. Not how strong I made you feel with my weaknesses. Accept me as I am, and maybe we won't just become strangers under the same roof." With that I left the truck, slipping inside the house.

I found my dad first. When he saw me, his face light up. I knew he saw it in my eyes. In my posture. In my hands and my smile and in the air around me. "How was-?" He cut off as I slammed into him, clinging to him. He gasped in surprise and then wrapped his arms around me as well, rubbing my back. "You okay?"

"I'm amazing," I whispered softly. "Everything is coming together, and... dad, I'm SO sorry. I'm sorry I shut you out and tried to be a Serpent and not include you in my life just because you're a North Sider. You're the best person in my life and I'm SO lucky to have you. I love you."

My father's chest shuddered and his hold on my solidified. "I love you too, Y/n. I'm proud to be your dad. I just want you safe. Okay?"

I smiled. "Okay."

"Do you promise me?" He asked desperately, pushing me back to hold me at arm's length.

I hesitated, meeting his eyes. "I can’r promise to be safe, dad. Even ont he North Side, things are dangerous and twisted. But-” I quickly added as he seemed to defalte in resignation. “I'll be careful. That I can promise." My smile faltered. "Duty will call, whether it be Serpents- or maybe even Betty or... Archie" he frowned at my hesitation and the odd look on my face at my brother’s name, but seemed to also acknowledged that I had included him at all. "But I will be careful."

He sighed. "I can... agree with that."

We hugged again and then I was off to my room. I texted Sweetpea to let him know I was back safe as I took off my shoes and jacket. When I finished, I jumped into bed and wrapped myself up in my blankets for the first time. The bed was actually comfortable and much nicer than the floor, but I was painfully aware of the absence of Sweet Pea where he should be - had been before I'd left - next to me. This had been the first I’d slept in a bed since I’d come back to the North Side. It felt weird not to have him there too. I pushed it away and pulled a pillow to my chest.

So it wasn't perfect. But it was quite nice all the same. I fell asleep better that night than I had since I'd been back.

Unfortunately, the next day, it was back to Hell. And the kids didn't give me a break.

Cheryl Blossom wasn't even the worst antagonizer. Tripping me, calling me names, insulting me, saying "it" instead of "she" as they talked crap about me loud enough for me to hear it, slamming doors in my face, pulling my hair, throwing harmless things at me in class, laughing ridiculously loud at me if I did ANYTHING even a little wrong... it was endless. They became more and more creative each day. Tripping in the hallway on purpose and slamming into me. Objectifying me loudly to anyone nearby. Banging on the bathroom stall I was in. Someone left a note in my locker telling me to go back "where I came from" as if I wasn't born and raised on the North Side.

The staff didn't help. Literally. I finally told them what was going on, showed them the note, asked for something - anything - but they pointed out that they couldn't punish the whole school or gave them excuses or straight up called me a liar.

I was getting bullied. Brutally.

It was only getting worse too. Halfway into the week, someone slammed their shoulder into mine and I dropped the three books I was carrying. I paused, honing my self control as kids tittered their laughter around me, before bending down. Someone whistled and I swallowed, the back of my eyes burning with tears as I picked up one book, two. As I reached for the third, someone kicked it out of my reach. I slumped in defeat when, suddenly, a hand reached down. My eyes widened as someone picked up my book. No! I looked up to see the commotion around me frozen as Archie moved to me through the students. When he looked at me, his expression was dark and angry. We hadn't talked since the conversation after the Not-Retiring-After-All party for FP and I wondered if he was mad enough to lash out at me for it. Everyone seemed ready for the Andrews sibling show down. If Archie treated me like shit I would never get another break. They’d have all their reasoning and I’d truly be hopeless. If my own brother did it...

He offered me his hand and it took me a second to realize it was to help me stand. I took it, speechless. My book still in his hand he looked at the students around him. "You think this is funny?" His voice carried and I froze, in awe. "You think this is OKAY? Because she's small? Because she's a girl? Because she's not lashing out? Because she's taking this? Because she's a Serpent?" He glared at the people around us in general. "Touch my sister again and watch what happens." He turned to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and guiding me to a more private place. I stared at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, finally offering the book. His face was gentle and his voice was soft. He was only concerned.

My eyes watered. "I..." My voice cut off. His expression twisted with pain.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't know it was like this until I saw it just now. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell the staff?"

"They won't do anything about it. Because I'm a Serpent."

Archie's pain mixed with anger and frustration and heartache. He saw the tears in my eyes and relaxed, settling in worry. He opened his arms and I slammed into his chest. He held me, soothing me with soft shushing and rubbing my back. "I'm here now, okay? No more North Side attacks. I'm here too." There was a pause and then he whispered, "You were right. I won't fight your battles for you, Y/n. But I will be here to have your back. Okay?"

I nodded, relaxing against him. "It's so good to have you back, Arch."

His hold on me tightened. "It's so good to be back." We hugged for a little bit longer before leaning away. Class would start soon. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

My smile warmed. "I'd love that."

He grinned. "Perfect. Come on, I'll walk you to class." He let me wipe my face clean and we waited a second for the both of us to calm down before heading to class. We chatted, casual and pleasant. With him by my side, no one bothered us. In class no one talked to me still - no one even sat next to me, a circle of empty chairs separating me from the rest of the students. The teacher ignored my raised hand and snapped at me for interrupting if I just said it out loud. But, also left me be. And it was all because of Archie.

That lifted my heart a lot. Gave me some hope. Maybe my brother wasn't as far out of my reach as I thought.

FTL: @alexa-playafricabytoto @chipster-21 @bitchyseawitch @justanotherdaydreamersoul

Story Tags: @reblogserpent @xprblmatcprincess @black-kitten-imagines @foolsgoldxo @90skpophoe

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n0-eyedtaissa · 6 years

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Be My Little Baby (FP Jones x OC)

Description: It’s homecoming week over at the high school and most of the town make their way into Pop’s for the celebration. While most of the town got to enjoy the celebration, FP and Ruthie were the ones cleaning it up.

A/N: Hey hi hello, yes I know that I still have Part 2 of Spirit Boards and Bad Decisions to post. I know. But here’s something to hole ya over in the meantime, a little fun, fluffy tidbit of FP and Ruthie at work.

Tagging @hugharekillianmesweetghoul and @sweetpeas-sweetpea because I know they love Ruthie just as much as I do!

Word Count: 2,181

It was Homecoming over at the high school, and that weekend kicked off the start of football season. Riverdale High had won the game against Greendale 34-3 and had come to Pop’s Chock-Lit Shoppe, the heart of their small town, in order to celebrate their victory. The two neighboring towns had always entertained a friendly rivalry when it came to sports, and it was the first time since Ruthie was in high school that the Bulldogs were able to pull off winning the homecoming game. This, of course, proved to be the perfect occasion for most of the town to pile into Pop’s in order to celebrate. Even the football coaches were weary that the team would win, taking the time in between their congratulations speeches to mention how much they wish their star-player Archie Andrews could have been the one to lead the team to victory.

Coach Clayton raised his glass, “To victory, and to Archie” he said solemnly. A sea full of young boys in their letterman jackets, excited peers, and proud parents raised their milkshakes in cheers.

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It was a great sentiment, Ruthie could admit, but after spending forty-five minutes rinsing out half of the damn town’s milkshake glasses , she didn’t think there was much left to celebrate anymore. Shucking off the yellow dishwashing gloves, Ruthie dried her hands on her apron and briskly headed over to the refill station, dancing around a disgruntled FP Jones, who was holding an industrial-sized garbage bag in each arm.

“Jesus Jones, you stink!” She yelled after him, hearing the man chuckle at her as he threw the bags into the dumpster out back behind the restaurant.

“Pop had me cleanin' the grease trap like I was some kinda pimple-faced bus boy” FP laughed it off but Ruthie could tell that he was irritated with having to do such a shitty task.

“Better you than me though, right?” She cocks an eyebrow at the man, playfully hip-checking him out of her way as she reached behind the counter to grab a big stack of napkins.

“Careful now, Ruthless…” FP cautioned, narrowing his eyes at the smaller woman. “One of these day’s you’re gonna get your karma for that” He pointed out ominously. His tough expression cracks once Ruthie sends a confused smile his way.

The metal napkin dispenser creaks with age and use while Ruthie pushed the stack of papery material into the slots. A chill runs down FP’s spine when he hears the high-pitched creak of metal on metal so he puts his hand out, obstructing Ruthie from being able to continue. “Spare me, eh? Marcia filled all these up yesterday and I’m hearin’ that sound in my damn sleep,” FP chuckles, eyes pleading.

“Tough shit, Jones, I just need something productive that I can do while sitting down” Ruthie smiled devilishly over her shoulder as kept refilling napkins.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, girl” He smirks over at her, turning to grab the push-broom from the supply closet.

“And yet for some reason you keep putting up with me” Ruthie shrugged, pushing a stack of napkins into the final dispenser. She carefully put het feet up on the other side of the old booth, leaning back into the plush comforts of the red vinyl.

Ruthie pulls at the hair tie that was taught around her thick curls, making her hair fall down over her shoulders. Her tired fingers massaged aimlessly over her scalp as she retrieved her phone from the pocket of her apron, looking at the notifications she had missed during her shift. A new group chat had been created, with her younger brother Sweet Pea and a few of his regular companions, along with a handful of phone numbers that Ruthie didn’t recognize. It was a video, and a blurry one at that. Two boys with skinny legs and dark-wash jeans, who Ruthie could only assume to be Sweet Pea and Fangs, were running up the bleachers at the high school. The video’s sound was almost unintelligible but Ruthie could hear the tell tale cheering of the River Vixens giving their best “Go Bulldogs!”

The homecoming game; Sweet Pea and Fangs were at the homecoming game. The video panned out as the two boys got to the top of the home team bleachers before unbuckling their belts and taking their pants down, mooning the crowd.

The video cuts out after Toni yells a high pitched “Oh shit!”, and after that Ruthie could only assume that the school security chased the two boys down.

She laughed loudly, throwing her phone aside to signify the end of her unofficial break. Pop Tate walks out from his office, carrying handful of loose bills. He looks at Ruthie knowingly, smirking at her as she scrambles to get back up on her feet before getting caught. Chuckling, he slides the wad of bills into her hand.

“Tip money, already gave Forsythe his cut” Pop Tate dismisses when Ruthie wrinkles her face in confusion at him.

“You talkin’ about me in here, Pop?” FP steps out of the kitchen.

“Just telling Ruthie that after you wipe down the tables and mop, you can lock up” Pop retrieves the mop bucket from the supply closet and hands it to FP before tossing a rag at Ruthie, along with a bottle of disinfectant. “You two are my hardest workers so I know you’ll get though with it quickly.”

Ruthie sighed, face falling.

“You got it, Pop. Ruthless and I will take care of it” FP said with fake charm, rolling his eyes at Ruthie when the old boss walked back into his office to grab his belongings to leave for the night.

The chime of the bell rings out as the front door closes behind Pop and Ruthie huffs, blowing strands of her hair out of her face before spraying down one of the tables, throwing her rag down with a dissatisfying wet slap. She scrubbed at the sticky marble slab, gritting her teeth at the sharp sting of pain in her lower back.

“Here, lemme grab a rag too. Help you get done quicker” FP asserts, hand coming down gingerly over Ruthie’s lower back. Ruthie shoots an appreciative glance over her shoulder

and moves to another table.

The next few moments were filled with the two cleaning in complete silence, no sounds besides the subtle hum of the dishwasher and the occasional grunt of overexertion. Ruthie wiped the sweat off her brow, wringing out the hand towel she was using. She groaned again at the silence, before walking over to the jukebox with an evil grin on her face.

“What’re you plotting?” FP calls out from the other side of the diner, pausing to see what the woman was doing.

Ruthie punched a series of buttons on the old jukebox and all of a sudden, rhythmic drum beats started from the crackly speakers:

“The night we met I knew I needed you so. And if I had the chance I'd never let you go. So wont you say you love me? I’ll make you so proud of me, we’ll make em turn their heads every place we go”

The Jukebox was filled with some of Pop’s favorite selections from his younger years, and over her time working at the restaurant Ruthie developed a particular fondness for the tune. She danced through the walkway, laughing wildly as she made her to the last few tables that needed cleaning.

FP looked up cautiously, eyes obstructed by the warm, red light from the neon sign as it streamed through the mist-soaked window. He smiled, listening to the sweet hums of Ruthie singing along to the old Ronette’s song. From the corner his eye he watched her wring out the mop, her mouth twisting in a determined line.

“I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see. For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three. Oh, since the day I saw you I have been waiting for you. You know I will adore you 'til eternity.”

Ruthie kept singing along as she dragged the mop-bucket down the expanse of the diner, mopping. She rocked from foot to foot, rhythmically pushing the mop. FP walked up to her formally, offering out his hand, which she gladly took. The mop dropped noisily as he wrapped his fingers around hers and FP pulled Ruthie close to him, spinning her around gracefully.

Ruthie giggled uneasily, taking a dizzy step away from FP.

“Be my little baby, Say you'll be my darlin” FP croaked, completely tone deaf.

“Jesus, Jones, I’m surprised all the dogs in the neighborhood aren't barking up a storm after that!” Ruthie joked, squeezing at FP’s bicep playfully as she picked up the mop to finish up.

“I’ll have you know, I was in a band back in the day!” FP defended, clutching his chest in mock-hurt.

“Oh really now?” Ruthie cocked an eyebrow at him, urging for him to divulge more information. “Who were you in a band with, Jonsey?” She chuckled.

“Me and Fred Andrews, you know Fred!” FP meets Ruthie’s eyes and she nodded, confirming with a laugh that she did indeed have the pleasure of knowing Fred Andrews. “We were the Fred Heads!” He ads excitedly, throwing up the ‘rock on’ hand gesture.

“Please tell me you were a Talking Heads cover band” Ruthie deadpans, looking at her male companion with disappointed eyes.

FP shook his head no.

“So you guys picked that name? And more importantly, you agreed on that name?” Ruthie clarified, stopping to rinse the mop and look to FP again.

“We were sixteen! How creative to you think we were back then?” He defended himself, leaning back against the milkshake bar.

“More creative than that I’d hope!” Ruthie teased, sending the man a toothy smile. “What, ‘Right Said Fred’ was taken so you guys just like ‘Yeah! That seems like it’s working’?”

Ruthie snorted with laughter when she noticed how hurt FP looked that she was trash-talking his creative endeavors like that.

“You know Andrews, Ruthless, real vain…wanted his name to be a part of whatever we called ourselves.” FP snickered, desperately trying to find a way to cover his ass and win this unspoken debate. He was failing and he knew it, but he just liked seeing Ruthie get all riled up. “Besides, it isn’t about the name; it was all about the music!”

“And the girls?”

“Well we surely weren't opposed to the attention…” FP grumbled.

Ruthie rolled her eyes at him, sliding the wet mop over the final stretch of tile before she would be finished. “I can think of like three potential names that would be better than your guys’”

“I don’t see you out here giving me any suggestions now, Ruthless” FP pointed, looking coyly at her.

Ruthie thought for a moment before offering a name:

“The Grateful Fred?”

FP rolled his eyes.

“Oh! No! I got it, The Fred Kennedys” Ruthie said excitedly.

FP groaned.

“Fred…Zeppelin?”

“Remember what I said about you being the death of me?” FP smirked, tip-toeing over the wet floor to help Ruthie put the cleaning supplies away. Everything was in it’s rightful place so FP walked over to the sink to wash his hands before heading into the break room and trading in his white apron from his Serpent jacket.

Ruthie followed behind him and he gestured for her to spin around. She complied with a laugh, lifting her hair out of the way as he untied the apron from around her. FP balls up the stained material and chucks it behind him, causing her to scoff.

“Don’t throw my shit!” She laughs, looking up at FP seriously.

The Jones man held the kitchen door open for her, turning the lights off behind him. Retrieving a heavy keyring from his jacket pocket, FP wrestles with it for a moment before procuring the correct key and locking the door to the diner.

Ruthie leaned against one of the cold metal poles outside, of the diner. Her face was awash in picturesque tones of neon red from the sign high above her. Watching her rifle through her purse to find her pack of cigarettes, FP found himself wanting to pull out his phone and take a picture of her.

Like this was a moment he was meant to keep.

Ruthie catches him staring before he’s able to, “Whatcha starin’ at?” She asks playfully. Her cigarette was hanging from between her two fingers and a soft smile played out on the corner of her lips as she exhaled a wispy mouthful of smoke.

He looks at her intensely, his worn hand coming to rake over his scruffy face.

“You,” He answers earnestly and Ruthie finds herself being taken aback by his declaration.

“Me?” Ruthie asks clumsily, her voice too loud. She looks down at her shoes, feeling embarrassed. “Why me?”

FP smirked at her, reaching out to grab her lit cigarette.

“You know why.”

#fp jones imagine #fp jones x reader #fp jones x oc #fp jones rivedale #southside serpents #riverdale fic #riverdale writers #fp x ruthie #my oc #ocappreciation #s-s-southsideserpentine #fred andrews imagine #archie andrews imagine #jughead jones imagine

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veronicassadboi · 5 years

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A Jeronica Short Story 😈

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Inspired by 3x11, Red Dahlia

Note: due to smut, you can read the whole thing here on AO3. It’s just sexy times, nothing much more to it. Not noir, I’m not that good.

For Aubrey, as per usual 🖤

“Working late I see?”

Veronica storms through the office, leaving an echo sitting in the air of her expensive heels clipping on cheap linoleum flooring. Jughead drags his eyes from the old typewriter he uses for aesthetics sake and places them on Veronica legs, moving upwards. Veronica’s smile is curt but the sound of the rain against the window makes Jughead’s concentration falter when he’s trying to summons every part of it. Grounding himself in the presence of Veronica Lodge is all that matters in the moment but she’s too observant and too invested in the truths that she’s always been able to skim out under Jughead’s well placed lies.

“I assume you’re here to find out who done it,” Jughead answers, spinning in his chair and faking disinterest, pulse pumping with Veronica here.

“After my father woke up, it was the first thing he asked me. I told him it was Tall Boy.”

“Did he believe you?” he asks, trying to hide concern.

“I think so,” she paused for a moment, dragging her eyes away from me to her bag, “if it’s good enough for my father, it’s good enough for me. The second half of your payment…”

Jughead stands to reach out for the payment that he doesn’t want. He watches Veronica’s hands, trying not to meet her eyes too much but her fingers linger with his a little longer than they should. He can feel the back of his jaw tighten as her smell becomes stronger the closer he gets. He wonders if she’s silk or lace today, the feel of her skin under his nails is so etched in his mind, he can almost feel the expanding of her chest against his when he gets in deep….

She turns away to leave.

Jughead pulls himself out of his mind when he asks; “You don’t want to know who really did it?”

“Forget it, Jughead. It’s Riverdale.”

Veronica walks out and Jughead follows quickly behind her, not wanting her to get away. “Veronica!” he calls.

She turns around and grabs his wrist when he reaches out for her, trapping his pulse under her fingers but he smiles with an easy high smile and relief. He bites his lip as she spins on high heels, fluttering eyelashes while he remembers why he does this and why he does it for her . But she pulls him close by his belt around his hips and pulls his suspenders to bring him down to her. “You're driving me crazy already, baby,” he whispers in her ear. “Are you trying to kill me?” he smooths hands up the back of her thighs but she reaches behind herself and grabs his wrists again.

“You don’t think I’ll let you in that easy, do you Jughead?” she frowns against him, tiptoeing to taste his lips.

“This is why I fucking hate Riverdale,” he murmurs against her.

He lets her walk away because she wasn’t his girl and Riverdale wouldn’t let her be.

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La Bonne Nuit needed security and that was what Jughead was.

Veronica met him at the door. Four in the morning was noisier for them than others and that was the way Jughead enjoyed it. “I don’t need you tonight, Jughead,” she sang with sleep in her voice and malice singing through it.

“You don’t know how much I need this,” he says, holding back the urgency in his tone, drinking it down. He steps from desperate foot to foot with his hands in the pockets of his jeans and his needy cigarettes next to his itching hands. Hands that were begging to be on her. “Come on, baby, it’s been a hard couple of days... Your Mom... your Dad..." he sighs, "I don't know, but it's getting to me."

She tries to slam the door in Jughead’s face but she doesn’t try hard enough, telling Jughead that maybe she needs him just as much as he needs her. “I gave you your payment.”

Jughead groans with his hands in his hair before shutting the door to La Bonne Nuit, flicking the locks before he turns to chase her. “You know I’m not here for that…” She stares at him and he sits on words, unsure of what to say but he feels venom in his glands and a rattling in his back because even though she doesn't say it in so many words, Jughead knows that Veronica feels the same darkness in her soul that’s in his fucking soul. He swallows loudly and clears his throat, he wonders briefly if he can change, and then suddenly, he wonders nothing at all. “You're mad at me.”

She sits with her legs crossed on her makeshift bed. “You’re working side by side with Betty.”

“Last I knew you had Archie in one hand and Reggie in the other," he shrugs back.

She rolls her eyes and sighs loudly before Jughead falls to his knees, crawling towards her. “I still need you, you know that right?” Veronica bites her lip and it makes Jughead smile, running his tongue over his teeth. He gets to Veronica’s legs and kisses both insides of her knees. “I can tell you know I need you.”

He moves his hands up her legs and to the insides of her thighs, touching her softly, feeling her after five long days without her. Veronica tries to shut her legs, faking annoyance and turning away but she lifts her hips higher with Jughead’s hand locked between her. She looks Jughead in the eye when she says; “I’m still annoyed, Jones.” Her eyes cold in the way she looks at him but anything was good enough for Jughead if it means she’s with him.

"I know," he agrees, standing up to get up onto the makeshift bed before pushing her to lay down.

Jughead works quickly as he pulls down the silk between her thighs, he feels everything when he runs his hand up and down between her, slowing his heart, letting her soak in to him. I’m finally home , he thinks to himself, closing his eyes. Five days is too long when she’s not with him and her nails aren’t digging into his back...

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sgtbuckyybarnes · 5 years

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Homecoming - Chapter One

Aching with grief after the loss of her mom Noelle Bamber finds herself heading back to the only place where she truly felt at home, to the Southside Serpents. But in Riverdale everything has changed. The place of solace she had sought out seems to have gone up in flames...

A Jughead x OC x Fangs fanfiction

(ff.net) (prologue)

Clutching onto the strap of her bag Noelle took a deep breath in through her nose as she stared up to the front doors of Southside High.

She was nervous.

She hadn’t planned for feeling nervous.

Furrowing her brow she bit down on her bottom lip and pushed herself to take more steps forward. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t know people in there! Fangs was in there, Sweet Pea, Toni...all the other serpents.

“Bag in the tray,” a bored sounding man dressed in a security outfit said as she passed through the metal detector with no issue. Snatching it up almost as soon as she let it go he held it away from her as he unzipped the top and rifled through the contents “All good,” he said shoving it back into her arms.

“Hey, thanks!” Noelle answered with a sarcastic smile as she slung her bag back onto her shoulder. Her eyebrows raised and an actual, genuine smile appeared on her lips when she spotted a familiar flash of pink hair “Oh thank god you’re here,” she said with a sigh of relief as she caught up with Toni and slipped her arm through her friend’s “I thought I’d have to hunt you out.”

“As if I’d let you arrive alone,” Toni replied with a roll of her eyes as she nudged Noelle’s side with her elbow “Not that I thought you’d be nervous or anything,” she added with a teasing glance.

“Shut up,” Noelle answered with a roll of her eyes, the two girls spinning on the spot as they heard the sound of the metal detectors wailing.

“It’s the pins on my hat.”

“Aha, your fellow newbie has arrived,” Toni said squeezing Noelle’s hand to encourage her to turn back around to face the doors.

“And here’s me thinking I was special!”

“You’ll always be special to me Bambi,” Toni teased reaching over and pinching Noelle’s cheek, dodging passed her arms as they tried to bat her away “Okay, okay come on,” she continued when she spotted that the next student she was waiting for was finally done with the door security “Forsythe Pendleton Jones III.”

The name caught her attention almost immediately and she turned around just in time to see the confused look on the dark haired boy’s face at the sound of his full name. Even as a Serpent who had been gone a couple of years she knew how special FP Jones and his family were to the gang.

But there was also a different hint of recognition as he looked over to them and his green eyes locked with hers.

“Uh it’s Jughead, actually.”

Noelle’s nose wrinkled up slightly “Really?” the question left her lips without her brain catching up to go over whether or not it was entirely appropriate or said in the right tone “I mean…”

“I’m Toni Topaz,” Toni hurried forward, pushing Noelle behind her “And this is Bambi.”

Her eyes rolled and she shoved her friend out of the way once more “Or you could call me Noelle like a normal person,” she said holding her hand out to shake Jughead’s “Noelle Bamber,” she said smiling to him. There didn’t seem to be that hint of recognition she was feeling as he sent her a tentative smile back and she wondered if her alleyboy had just been someone who looked similar to him.

“Hence; Bambi,” Toni continued for her spreading her arms wide and letting out a laugh “Anyway,” she said nodding her head for the two newbies to follow her throughout the corridors “I was supposed to give you the full animatronic tour but some robots went insane and started killing the guests, so, we’ll have to wing it,” she said turning a corner and jogging down some stairs.

Chancing a glance to her left Noelle allowed herself to actually look over the slumped form of Jughead Jones. His hands were pushed into the pockets of his denim jacket and a grey, crown shaped beanie was shoved over messy dark hair. He was definitely the same guy she had bumped into on her way to the White Wyrm the night of her initiation dance, she was sure of it.

And she hated to admit it, even to just herself, but the squirming in her stomach was no longer down to nerves.

“Classrooms don’t have WiFi,” Toni was saying and Noelle shook her head to pull herself out of her own thoughts “Bathroom stalls don’t have doors.”

“Sounds amazing,” Noelle said in a monotone voice.

Jughead let out a small laugh and glanced to her out of the corner of his eye. She cursed her heart beat as it skipped at his attention “What about the school paper?” he asked quickening his step slightly so he was walking alongside Toni “The Red and Black?”

“Yeah, it no longer exists. Censorship? Budget cuts? Take your pick,” as Toni spoke Noelle couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering around the corridors the three of them were walking through. Some stares back were friendly, others wary and, worryingly, some filled with hatred. “To your right you’ll find a glimpse of jingle-jangle being consumed in its natural habitat.”

Noelle’s attention diverted over to where a group of students were standing near the lockers, not even bothering to hide their drug taking.

“I’m sorry - jingle-jangle?” if she hadn’t been spending the past couple of weeks in the company of the serpents and hanging around the White Wyrm Noelle was pretty sure she’d be asking the same, scoffed, question as Jughead.

“This place is crawling with the JJ, a highly addictive total gutter drug,” Toni explained before jabbing her elbow back toward Noelle when she spotted her still looking “So let’s not touch that,” she continued with a pointed look as Noelle held her hands up innocently.

The weight in her chest seemed to lift as she followed a couple of steps behind Toni and Jughead into the cafeteria. Her eyes had immediately spotted the rowdy group across the room, picking out Fangs instantly and, as well as the company of more familiar people, she knew there was no way she could fawn over Jughead when Fangs and Sweet Pea were around.

Her traitor of a heart would just have to take a back seat.

“All right,” Toni said clapping her hands together “Here in the cafeteria - Ghoulies sit over there. Rival gang, drug dealers, street racers, rumours of cannibalism...don’t ask,” Noelle’s eyebrows raised slightly at Toni’s explanation. She’d never really heard much about the rival gang in the Southside and, after that explanation, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to again “And we sit over there. With the serpents.”

Just as Jughead asked “You’re Southside Serpents?” all and any of Noelle’s worries disappeared as a wide grin came to her face and she bounded over to where Sweet Pea was perched on top of one of the tables.

“You finally made it then,” he greeted her by bumping his fist against hers before throwing an arm around her shoulders and tugging her into his side in a tight hug “Fogarty was fretting,” he continued flicking a piece of paper he’d rolled up into a ball between his fingers across the table to where Fangs was scowling.

“I was not,” he said in a grumble as she pulled away from Sweet Pea and he opened up his arms for her “Knew you’d make it in okay,” he said pressing a quick, welcoming kiss to her cheekbone.

“Actually, I’m gonna sit alone,” with matching frowns they all turned their heads over to where Jughead was inching away from them “Just, you know, finish my book and brood.”

“Uhm, hi, I’m confused,” Noelle began, raising her hand and ignoring Fangs squeezing her waist in an attempt to shut her up “Aren’t you, like, a Serpent by blood? The son of FP Jones?”

Jughead’s eyes darted between all of the confused eyes staring over to him “Yeah,” he said with a shrug when he realised that it had been a genuine question “So? I self-identify as a loner not a pack animal. I’m just gonna put my head down and try and get through this, okay?”

Tilting her head to one side Noelle went to speak but Fangs shook his head.

“Hey, you wanna get through this you should hang with the Serpents,” Toni spoke the words going through everyone’s mind “If the Ghoulies get a whiff that you’re alone and vulnerable, they’ll make you their bitch faster than you can say American History X.”

“You can’t make him do something he isn’t into,” Noelle called over to Toni, nodding her head to encourage her friend to leave the retreating Jughead and join them at their table.

“Up to him if he wants to put himself into danger,” Sweet Pea added with a shrug as Toni dropped down into the free seat opposite where he was perched and leaned with her chin in her palm “Don’t see why we have to bow down to him just because he’s FP’s son,” he added in a grumble, glaring over to the back of Jughead’s beanie hat as he raised his can of coke to his lips.

“Ohhh stop,” Noelle said with a sigh and a roll of her eyes as she pushed herself away from where she was leaning against Fangs’ side so she could reach over to shove Sweet Pea’s shoulder “Good mood today please,” she said with a sweet smile, gesturing to the corners of her mouth for him to mirror “It’s my first day too.”

Simply rolling his eyes Sweet Pea hopped down from his chosen seat “I will not give in to peer pressure,” he continued throwing her a cheeky smirk and a wink as the others followed on and also got to their feet.

“You two are literally the worst,” she sniped back as Fangs hurried passed her and ruffled her hair. Hitching her bag further onto her shoulder she fell into step beside Toni and couldn’t help but throw a glance backwards to where Jughead was still sitting at his own table “So, what’s his story then?” she asked Toni with as much innocence in her tone as she could muster.

She couldn’t deny that there was something about her fellow newbie that spiked her interest. The slight stoop to his shoulders when he walked, how he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and the fact that her fingers itched to run through his messy dark hair.

She only hoped all of that hadn’t come across in the simple question she’d said aloud.

“Why? You into him?”

Her eyes raised to the ceiling and a sigh passed through her lips as she looked over to the smirking Toni “No,” she shook her head and knew that, this time, her tone was a lot more unconvincing “He’s FP Jones’ son, he’s not wearing his serpent jacket and he won’t sit with us?” she asked with a frown of confusion “Fangs can’t wait to get his hands on his serpent credentials and I know he’s just waiting for Sweet Pea to arrange the tests for him.”

“Jughead isn’t a serpent,” Toni said tucking her hands into the pockets of her own leather jacket “He grew up with the Northsiders. Went to Riverdale High and hangs with all kinds of Northside friends, the serpents have probably always been vilified to him so now FP is in jail and he’s forced to come here with us he probably doesn’t know what to think.”

Ahead of them Fangs and Sweet Pea were roaring with laughter over something that had been said, the latter grabbing the former into a headlock as they walked “Can’t see why he’d be reluctant to hang with those guys,” she said in an overly sarcastic manner “That why you’re so eager to show him round?”

“Well I’m not into him if that’s what you’re asking,” Toni smirked in reply as she wriggled her eyebrows “But yes. Not only do I not want him to be in danger from the Ghoulies but I wanna show him that we aren’t these ruthless, thug like gang members the Northside have probably had him thinking his entire life.”

“Well consider me in,” Noelle said with a smile as she stopped in front of Toni just before they entered their first class “Because I’m pretty sure those guys aren’t going to be helpful in the welcoming sense,” she added with a roll of her eyes as her head jerked to where the boys had disappeared into the classroom.

“Right,” Toni said with a knowing look as she linked her arm through Noelle’s and guided her in through the door “Phillips, Bambi. Bambi, Phillips,” she said as they passed by the tired looking teacher leaning on his desk “She’ll be sitting next to me,” she added before the two of them made their way to the back of the class, passing a slumped over Jughead on the way.

“How’d he get here before us?” Noelle asked in a whisper as she tugged her notebook and pen out of her bag before she tucked it beneath her chair.

“Must have gone the short way around,” Toni answered with a smirk, mirroring Noelle’s actions and flipping her notebook open.

Noelle rolled her eyes as she pulled the lid off her pen and settled down at the ready to take notes. With her head leaning in the palm of her hand she listened as Mr Phillips began his lesson and couldn’t help but get distracted by the room around her. There were tense expressions on both Fangs and Sweet Pea’s faces a couple of seats away as the latter kept typing away angrily on his phone.

“Probably a bet or something,” Toni whispered over to her, noticing her distraction “It’ll be nothing.”

Nodding her head Noelle sent her friend a tight lipped smile as she settled back in her chair and allowed her eyes to wander over to where Jughead was sitting a couple of seats away. He had been taking notes religiously, sitting hunched over his own notebook as he hung onto every word their English Literature teacher was telling them.

“Fahrenheit 451, by one of my favourite authors, Ray Bradbury. Let’s start with the title. Can anyone tell me its significance?”

She knew the answer but she kept her head down. When she had decided to come back to Riverdale she had gotten in touch with Southside High to make sure she was all caught up with where they were in their curriculum.

After a few phone calls and multiple emails she had managed to get most of the material behind what they were going to be taught over the course of the next year. The main subject eager to hand over the information being English Literature and she had spent a lot of her time reading over Mr Phillips’ notes and the books he recommended.

“What?!” Noelle jumped in her seat at the sound of Sweet Pea’s shout, glancing up from her notes as she watched him get to his feet “Damn it!”

Her eyes followed him as he stormed out of the classroom, raising his phone to his ear.

“Leave him,” Toni said reaching over to grasp onto Noelle’s sleeve as she twitched in her seat “It’s fine.”

“People, there’s a burning book on the cover!”

“Fahrenheit 451 is the temperature at which paper burns,” her interest was distracted once again at the sound of Jughead’s voice while the entire classroom fell into silence at the sound of someone answering “‘It was a pleasure to burn’.”

“Indeed,” Mr Phillips said clapping his hands together “Thank you Mr-” he paused for a second as he glanced down to a piece of paper sitting on his desk “-Jones. And welcome to hell.”

Scrambling in her seat at the sound of the bell ringing Noelle threw her bag onto her shoulder and got to her feet. She had been hoping to have a word with the teacher once the lesson was over, let him know he didn’t have to call her Bambi for a start, but with Sweet Pea storming out in such a manner she knew it would have to be put on the back burner.

“Uh, hi, Mr Phillips?”

At the sound of Jughead’s voice her feet came to a stop as she stepped out into the corridor. Pushing her hair from her face she stayed leaning against the wall just to the side of the door frame as Toni and Fangs disappeared down the hallway.

“I heard you used to advise the school paper, I was wondering what happened?”

“Drugs and gangs came to Southside High,” Mr Phillips replied with a sigh “Trying to get students interested in the school paper was an exercise in futility.”

“I’m interested. I have experience. When I was at Riverdale High I wrote for the Blue and Gold,” Noelle leaned closer as Jughead continued “I’ll put in the work.”

“Noe!”

She jumped at the sound of the nickname only one person she knew used being hissed from down the hallway, her neck craning over the heads of people walking passed to see Fangs waving for her to follow him “Is this what my life is going to be like now?” she asked barging her shoulder into his arm “Being dragged from one drama to the next?”

Fangs grinned across to her, his eyes sparkling, as he replied “Well you did choose to become a serpent Noe,” he said dodging out of the way of her elbow with a laugh alive on his face.

“Hey,” she said reaching out for Toni as both she and Fangs caught up with her. Linking her arm through her friend’s she pulled her close to her side “I have an idea on how we can get Jughead Jones to trust us. You still have your camera right?”

“You’re the newbie and the newbie brings the food,” Noelle grumbled beneath her breath in a very bad impression of Sweet Pea as she wrapped her coat closer around herself and jogged up the steps leading to Pops. It had taken her a while but at least she had managed to get him to hand over the cash for everyone’s food.

“Hey,” she said with a smile as she leaned up onto her toes to rest her arms on the countertop “I’m here to pick up an order for the Southside?”

The older gentleman behind the counter sent her a warm smile and told her the price “It’ll be ready in a few moments,” he said as he turned away for a few seconds and reappeared with a strawberry milkshake “You can have this while you wait.”

“I...thanks!” Noelle answered as she took a sip through the straw, placing her hand on her chest and nodding her head as an ‘Mmm’ sound left her “This is amazing,” she said plucking the milkshake up into her hand and turning to see if there was a free booth she could stretch out in while she was waiting.

“Oh! Hey!” she exclaimed jumping slightly when she spotted the newly familiar figure of Jughead Jones heading toward her.

His eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head to one side “Hi,” he said with a smile, raising his hand in an awkward wave “You picking up a take out?”

“Roped into picking up the take out,” she corrected him with a roll of her eyes “Sweet Pea can be quite persuasive when he wants to be,” she added shaking her head “You?”

“I come in here to write,” he answered with a shrug and her interest piqued “It’s quiet, I get inspired here.”

“And I bet the milkshakes help,” she replied taking another sip and smiling when he laughed.

“Yeah I can’t deny that,” he answered nodding his head “I’m actually on my way out to see my girlfriend,” he continued jabbing his thumb over to the door “I’ll catch you in school tomorrow?”

“You sure will,” she said arching her eyebrows over to him and waving as she ignored the sink of disappointment in her stomach and watched him slip out of the door “You sure will?” she repeated beneath her breath with a frown and a shake of her head.

“I don’t care, Archie, this is nonnegotiable,” slipping into one of the free booths she couldn’t help but overhear the conversation going on behind her “That drive-by he did was a kind gesture, but this, this is like...I don’t wanna call it a test, though it kind of is.”

“What am I being tested for?”

“Not you, my father. Can he just be a dad for one night? No agenda other than getting to know someone who’s important to me.”

“Order for the Southside!”

Noelle grinned as she slipped out of the booth, nodding her head to the couple sat behind her as they turned in their seats to catch a glimpse of the serpent in the diner “Hi,” she said waving her hand and moving to stand closer to their table “Noelle Bamber,” she introduced herself offering her hand to the good looking, ginger haired boy staring up to her with wide eyes.

“Veronica Lodge,” the dark haired girl sat opposite him cut through in a sickly sweet tone as she leaned over the table to take the hand Noelle was holding out “Of the Park Avenue Lodges.”

“Congratulations?” Noelle answered taking her hand back “And who is this? Your bodyguard?”

“Archie Andrews,” the beautiful ginger boy said with a chuckle as he finally took her hand “You new to town?”

“To the Southside yes,” she said noticing the look on Veronica’s face, especially when she turned and the other girl was able to see the Serpent logo taking up most of the back of her leather jacket “But maybe I’ll see you around,” she added with a wink before she turned to head back to the counter to pick up their food “It was lovely meeting you,” she called over her shoulder, chancing a glance back to see that Archie was watching her leave with a smile on his face while Veronica’s had darkened into a frown.

“Enjoy,” Pop said with that warm smile still on his face as he handed her the two bags filled to the brim with take out food “Are you alright carrying those?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you,” she said gathering up both bags in her arms, thanking him once again as he emerged out from behind the counter to hold the front doors open for her. Jogging down the steps she paused when she spotted the flash of red hair in one of the windows.

Archie turned his head just as she craned her neck to catch one last glimpse at the Northside couple. Nodding her head toward him she let out a laugh when he raised his hand in a wave and Veronica batted it back down again.

Riverdale was proving to be more interesting than she could ever have imagined.

#ocappreciation #fyeahriverdaleocs #Noelle Bamber #fic: Homecoming #Southside Serpents #Riverdale fanfiction #Jughead Jones #Fangs Fogarty #Toni Topaz #Sweet Pea #Archie Andrews #Veronica Lodge #nbfic

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loomisjones · 6 years

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Our Secrets Out

Summary(REQUEST):

Pairing: FP X reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rushed sex, near physical assault (Chucks an ass,) cheating, FP AND CHERYL ARE ASSHOLES BUT THEYRE ACTUALLY MY FAV IRL IT JUST FIT THE STORY SO DONT TAKE OFFENCE BC THEY'RE MY BABIES, angst

Word count: 1943 A/N: i really dont know how i feel about this. like really, really dont know how i feel. i might make a part 2 just to redeem myself MAYBE. also the reader doesn't come out and splay her love to FP just because it felt kinda immature and unnecessary for the story but it kinda hints at feelings

Your back slid with ease against the off tinted blue bathroom stalls wall, the sweat pooling between the wall and your skin acting as an aid to move you with ease.

FP sucked at your breast greedily, toying with the nipple as his hand around your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling to the dingy drive ins bathroom floor. That and his three fingers pumping knuckles deep in your pussy.

You gasped and groaned, rocking against one another and his fingers pumped and your hands stroked the spance of his shaft, your moans mingling in with the cinematic scream outside, trying to get each other off as soon as possible.

Before you had met FP, foreplay was one of your favourite things about sex. The adrenaline, the blood pumping through your ears as you explore someone’s body, your body getting hot as someone teased you with their mouth. But since meeting FP and diving into your after hour adventures, you hadn’t thought much about the act. Sure, you and FP had done some foreplay, a rough tug on the cock and quick oral, but it always was just that-quick. By the time you and FP found one another at the end of the day, you two were always looking to blow off steam in the quickest way possible; him buried deep in you, so you were happy to throw away any unnecessary hurdles.

“Goddamit FP, enough,” you whine, stopping your rock on his fingers, “i’m ready.”

He nods a bit, strands of hair coming out of his slicked back doo to waterfall over his forehead. He uses his hold on you to lift you up a bit, removing his fingers with a slick sound and an emptiness left in you, making you whimper and scratch at the hair at the nape of his neck.

You brace your hands against his clothe cladded shoulders as he lowers you down on his throbbing beat red cock, his name falling from your lips though it’s quickly shushed with the sloppy press of his lips against yours, the taste of sweat and beer tingling against your lips.

You tighten your knees against his hips, a groan falling simultaneously from both of you as he pushes you down on his cock, filling you, the feeling just as satisfyingly painful as it has had been since you started your sexcapade a few weeks ago.

You shift your hips once his balls are pressed against your ass, your walls fluttering around his cock to pull a strangled “fuck” from the man.

He uses his hold around your waist to drag you forward as he jerks his hips, the thrust needy and demanding, driving into you hard and fast, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin echoing in the room, loud enough to mask even the movie playing outside, the sound only a distant buzzing as FP moved his hips in a punishing rhythm, the sound of his panting the only other distinguishable sound keen to your ears.

“Fuck, y/n, ‘m so close,” he grunted, his pelvis stuttering for a moment although he pulls himself back together to carry on his ruthless manner.

His pelvic bone squashes against your clit as he pulls you forward once more, hit cock buried to the roof as he pulls you back down.

Your own orgasm was sudden and hurried- one minute you were thinking about the drag of FPs cock against your walls and the next your own orgasm was screaming through your, your head tingling as it knocks against the wall, getting pulled down into euphoric bliss.

FP brought a hand up to the back of your head as is laid against the wall, his thrusts frantic as he pulled your head up and his lips to yours, kissing you until your lungs started to burn, breathing becoming hard.

Once he rocked through his own orgasm, sporadic thrusts as he pumped you full, he brought his finger down from your waist to your hip, tapping against the bare skin until you got the idea and hopped down, a feeling of pins rushing through your sexed out legs which you hadn’t noticed were asleep until you were left to stand on your own, wobbling a bit as you struggled to pull your pants on.

You two shuffled around each other, pulling yourself back together quietly once you two got what you needed from one another, nothing more needing to be said past your sexual in devours.

“I’ll call ya later,” he mumbled, straightening his jacket as he gave you one last over the shoulder glance as he pulled the stall door open, closing it behind him.

You knew that call would come in a lust filled “come over” or a sporadic after 10 “are you up” and as you heard his boots grit against the gravel in the Twilight Drive-In’s parking lot, getting further from you, you tried your hardest to ignore the clenching of your heart.

“Ya know what, Cheryl, let it go.” You hadn't wanted to come to Jughead’s “party” in the first place, let alone stand around and let Riverdales head bitch in charge rip everyone into shreds. Not that you didn't like Jughead, it was that you didn't like parties, especially those that were ran by Northsiders even if you had the same heritage in your blood. It just isn't your scene.

What also isn't your scene is letting Cheryl humiliate Archie in front of the whole room just for the fact of who he sleeps with, something you knew all too well. So maybe it was the similarity and sympathy you felt for Archie or maybe it was the fact that for all of eighteen years, you had been watching Cheryl scrutinize everyone and you were sick of it, seeing that no one else was going to stand up to the fire Vixen.

You push yourself off of the stairs railing that you had been leaning on, the path clearing to allow you to walk to the center of the room until you were face-to-face with the fuzzy jacket wearing redhead, Chuck heaving over your shoulder.

“I don't know how much the princess would like her family's, extracurriculars, blasted over town, so let it go.” Even though you grew up on the Northside with people who lived under the blanket of security and blindness to what really goes on under the maple trees of Riverdale, you knew otherwise. You saw things, things specifically pointing back to Clifford Blossom and his drug cartel he decided to pick up.

“Oh yes, y/n,” Cheryl twirls on her lifted heels to face you as you approached, her signature all too sweet smile spreading across her painted red lips as you crowd one anothers space, “dont think I don't know your sins either you middle class twit.”

You raise your eyebrows in an inviting manner, shaking your head a bit as you can't imagine the red lipstick wearing bee could have on you.

“”You and Mr.Dilf Daddy Jones,” her eyes shift to the corner of the room in which FP had been clustered in to, looking completely out of place in the whole situation.

He locks his jaw as his teeth grind, bunching his fists in his pockets to stop himself from stopping the high school girl and what she was about to spill to the whole room, but most importantly, Jughead whose interest was peaked at the mention of his already strained dad.

“How was the movie?” She giggles as if she's just told the world's funniest joke, leaning forward on her toes to push herself closer to your face, able to smell her mint toothpaste as she spit out, “that's right, you two were too busy sweating one out in the girls bathroom.”

She retracts once more, shrugging a bit as a tight lip smile returned to her face, “maybe use the family bathroom next time. Those doors lock.”

You contemplated letting it go, letting her tear you apart just like she did everyone else of Riverdale, but then you saw Jughead. The look of his pain and hurt, and betray fueled your power as you connected your palm to Cheryl’s blush covered cheek, making her double over as the sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room, causing the room to fall silent; someone had stood up to Cheryl and that was something to make everyone shocked.

Cheryl rises back up, a hand over the place you had just connected to seconds ago. She had a look on her face that could kill as her gaze shifted to Chuck, words passin through her gaze.

You turn around to face Chuck only to catch a blur, leaning to the side out of reflex as you just miss the swing of Chuck’s right hook, wind against your cheek.

Everyone comes to the center of the room in a blop, FP the first to stand out as he put himself between you and the younger boy. Everyone followed like a swarm of nats after them, watching as P shooed Chuck away from the scene and then everyone else, announcing the end of the party. You tried to blend in with the cluster as you scrambled down the stairs, keeping your head low as you caught sight of a fumed Jughead huffing back into the house, moving in opposite directions as you managed to avoid being acknowledged by him.

“Are you alright?” You were sure you were going to manage to leave without confronting FP and the hurt you knew would come from the confrontation, but when his comforting, but huffed voice sounded behind you, you stopped in your tracks with your back staying to him.

You nod a bit until you turn around, facing the open mouth red in the face man, choking out a simple “thanks.”

You clear your throat, raising into a more confident tone as you shift on your weight, keeping your head titled low, “are you okay?”

He laughs a bit as he shakes his own head up and down, brining a hand up to thrust through his locks, “am i alright? Yeah, y/n, im alright besides the fact that my son, who already hated his old man as is, is cheating on his mom.” He stomps his foot on the ground, making you take a step back as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. You knew the wife talk was going to come up at some point- he kept it on as he fucked you, for god sake.

“We can figure it out,” you manage to spit out before he interrupts you with wide eyes like you just told him the earth was flat,

“Figure it out? We? There's no we, y/n.” He shakes his head at you as if you were an ignorant child telling him the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.

You felt your heart break under your skin, jagged pieces splintering as your knees wobbled and your eyesight started to get blurry, your voice cracking as you spoke “Okay, FP.”

You stumbled back on feet that you didn't trust as they felt like jelly, stepping back from FP and the feelings you so desperately wanted to be reciprocated. FP had a slight twing in his face, looking like he wanted to reach out to you but instead he huffed and whipped his car keys in his hands, striding to his truck with fury, Your first tear falling as you turn on your feet to carry yourself the furthest you can get from FP, from Cheryl, from everything that ripped your world in half.

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lolabean1998 · 6 years

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Ali-cat (Part 1)

Sweet pea fanfic

The school was covered in graffiti, security checks at the door and gangs at every corner. Ali’s new school wasn’t looking very promising, she had just moved to Southside from her previous home in England, her Mum had been offered a job as a Lawyer in Riverdale and had spent all their money moving, so they could only afford a small house on the outskirts of Southside trailer park. Ali was an only child and with her father out of the picture it was just her and her mum.

It was her first day at Southside high and she was already dreading it, rumours of a fight between the Northsiders and Southsiders had sent her stomach churning. She crept through the scanners avoiding all eye contact, her mousey brown hair tied in a loose scruffy bun and her already pale skin losing what little colour it had with every breath she took. This was the most terrifying school she had ever set eyes on, students taking drugs in broad daylight at school like it was no biggie. The heavily branded gang members grouped together at every turn made her thankful for all the martial arts classes she had taken back in England. Ali shuffled awkwardly towards her locker, her headphones in playing her favourite tunes from the recent chart toppers. ~If I avoid all forms of social interaction I’ll be grand~ she thought as she found her locker and attempted to unlock it but the lock was temperamental, her nerves already shaky she began to panic. Eventually punching her locker with frustration, it popped open pulling all attention to the new girl looking very nervous. ~Great now I look like a new chew toy for these thugs to throw around~ Ali thought as she shoved her unneeded books into her locker.

“Looks like fresh meat, 10 bucks says she doesn't last the day.” A pink haired girl commented from across the hall, a large leather jacket hung on her slim figure, a large double ended snake embossed proudly on the back. Her two accomplices smiling cruelly as they took her up on the bet. The one guy was short compared to the giant stood next to him, his dark eyes and tanned skin making him look very sharp but dangerous. The giant stood next to him was not only considerably taller but his black locks and threatening tattoo on his neck made him extremely intimidating, the dark angry look in his eyes only making things worse. Ali gulped as she watched from the corner of her eye, she had now become the days entertainment, great. She looked down at her timetable, turning up the volume for her headphones to drown out the sound of her future tormentors. English and Maths first, she heaved a sigh of relief as she made her way to her first class, zigging and zagging between her fellow students.

“You must be the new girl, welcome to hell. Take a seat.” Her English teacher waved to the class before leaning back in their chair and going back to their newspaper.

“Thank you, If you could just give me the work for this week I’ll get on with it quietly on my own.” Ali smiled politely, her strong English countryside accent booming like a beacon as she spoke, she tried to hide it but there was no masking it. Her teacher looked up in surprise at her request but handed her a large textbook before waving her off like some kind of peasant. Ali found an empty seat by the window at the front of the class and decided to claim this as her own little corner, hoping that its ideal location for learning wouldn't cause too much trouble or draw any attention to her. She had just opened her textbook when the classroom door swung open and the three gangsters strode in laughing loudly, all three wearing matching snake branded leather jackets. Ali shuddered as they moved to the table next to her, sitting with there backs to her.

The morning had gone rather successfully, Ali had managed to gather her work for the week and begun working through it quietly on her own, so far only speaking to her teachers.

She wandered tentatively into the cafeteria, looking round at all the fenced off sections, she figured it was an attempt at lowering the potential for fights. Catching a glimpse of the food being served Ali decided against eating, instead she made her way out the cafeteria and towards the direction of the library. The next couple of days Ali managed to stay under the radar, spending her lunchtimes in the library studying and keeping her headphones in at all times. Gym class was easy to graze through, she changed out of her usual jeans and t-shirt into a pair of skimpy shorts and an old polo shirt in the girls changing room, which was empty except from the occasional group of JJ junky girls, and headed towards the small unloved track. After running laps for an hour she would have a quick shower before throwing her clothes back on and heading out.

It was now over a week in and she had allowed herself to talk to a small group of kids that weren’t part of either of the gangs, instead grouping together for safety in numbers. Ali was sat in the cafeteria talking to her new friends about her obsessive need to constantly have her headphones in, laughing at there jokes about her accent. They began teasing her about how she would dance to herself during lesson whenever a good song came on.

“Yeah but I’ll bet you won’t dance on the table, 10 bucks says you’re too chicken.” One of the girls teased placing her bet on the table. Ali smirked, she wasn’t afraid to express herself, despite how she came across, she took the money before choosing her favourite song ‘Hey Mario’ and climbing onto the table. Singing along as the tunes played in her ears and dancing happily to the words. She was aware of the hundreds of pairs of eyes that had suddenly locked onto her sudden display but she ignored them and continued to dance until the song was over, bowing dramatically before climbing down and settling back in her seat. She glanced around the room and caught the tall dark haired boy she had seen on her first day staring at her, she watched curiously for a second when he caught her glance and locked eyes with her. She felt her stomach tie up in uneasy knots. He had been watching her for days now and had been watching her before her little performance.

“He’s been checking you out for a while now Ali,” The ginger haired girl that had placed the Bet earlier commented. “He’s the top man for the serpents, scary kid too. Don’t think he knows what fear feels like.” Ali pulled her eyes back to her new friend, breaking eye contact with this dark and mysterious gangster making him smirk.

“That’s not terrifying at all, every one is afraid of something.” Ali replied, glancing back one last time, there was something about him that Ali couldn’t help but want to know more.

“Careful Ali, he goes through girls like fat kid does cake!” Her friend warned again, Ali smiled up at her green eyed friend picking up her sketch book.

“Come on Cas, You’re my model for the day and I want to get a good spot before the hooligans join us.” Ali grinned as the pair got to their feet, heading towards their art class. They were just leaving the cafeteria when a tall, sickly looking boy grabbed Ali by the wrist pulling her to his side, Cas frozen in fear by the door.

“Well, if it isn’t the cute little English newbie, where’s the rush? come sit, join us hear for a bit...” The boy teased with a wicked grin pulling her close to his side. Ali smiled politely, pulling her limbs away from the creepy Ghoulie leaning on the table to face them all.

“With all do respect guys if I do decide to join a gang, it’s not going to be with some one who wears the logo of an angry shoe lace on their backs,” Ali gestured to the serpents still smiling sweetly to the group, “Or circus rejects such as yourselves. But thank you for the invitation it was very sweet.” She straightened up, giving the group an apologetic wave before heading off to save Cas from the panic attack she was about to have.

“Are you insane?” Cas hissed as they entered the art room, “That was the single most badass thing you could’ve done and also the dumbest. Your going to have both gangs on your back now!” Ali shrugged, setting up her canvas and pencils.

“Stop worrying and sit still, this has to be good for my portfolio.” She chirped, Cas sat cross legged on a table in front of her. “I’m sure they’ll get bored eventually, They don’t heckle you guys any more.”

“Yes they do Ali, that's why we stick together, they only bother us when we’re on our own but they will always be recruiting.” Cas informed her oblivious friend. The door flew open as she finished and the group of Ghoulies Ali had spoken to earlier strolled arrogantly in.

“You want to paint me next baby?” The creep from earlier sneered, sitting close to Cas and posing dramatically.

“Please let my friend go and leave us be.” Ali asked sweetly, trying to keep her relaxed and polite composure, but the Ghoulie ignored her request wrapping an arm around Cas’s waist. “Listen sweetheart, I really need you to let go of my friend, if you refuse I’ll be forced to cut your arm off with my scalpel and that could get very messy, since, I have no medical expertise.” She gave him a worried look picking up the scalpel from her sketch set.

“You threatening me baby?” He stood leaving Cas and making his way over to Ali, who was still the perfect embodiment of cool and collected.

“Please don’t call me baby, I have mastered the art of walking and talking and not only can I use my cutlery without the need of assist but I am also very skilled in using chopsticks, all of which a baby would fail to do.” Ali informed him, her English accent growing thick with every word. “Now if you don't mind, I have a portfolio to finish and should you carry on, mugshots to draw up. I don’t think the sheriff is going to be too pleased to hear that his favourite sketch artist is being threatened, so if you please, the door is to your left.” Ali smiled politely, guiding her unwanted friends to the door, the groups faces dropped when she mentioned the Sheriff and left quietly, however Ali feared she had just jabbed the metaphorical Lion.

“Wait you know the Sheriff?” Cas asked scratching her head in confusion.

“Nope, never met him but they don't know that.” Ali laughed getting back to her canvas.

Ali was on her way home when she noticed a job advertisement in the window of a bar named the ‘Whyte Wyrm’, she knew they could use the extra cash so decided to go in and apply. She pushed open the heavy door and was greeted by a bar full of snake branded leather jackets, gulping hard she took a step inside and made her way calmly towards the barman who was stood talking to an older man with long combed back hair and a well grown beard. Ali stood politely by the bar waiting for them to finish their conversation, but they had soon fallen silent and were now staring at her in disbelief at the strange girl beside them.

“Hi I’m really sorry to interrupt but I noticed the job advertisement outside and I was hoping to apply. I’ve worked in a pub before, clearing tables, taking orders and making cocktails. I am still in school but I can work after school, on the weekends and of course full time during the holidays. if your worried about me listening to things I ought not too, I am more than happy to work with my headphones in and avoid all forms of social interaction, but I really need this job.” She introduced using her sweetest smile and best puppy dog eyes. “Please, I promise I won’t cause any trouble.” she gave her best innocent smile. The tall man stood next to her smiled, reaching out his hand for her to shake.

“What’s your name kid?” The man asked, giving her an impressed look.

“Oh right, Ali, my names Ali, I should’ve led with that.” She laughed nervously, shaking the guys hand and turning to the man behind the bar to shake his hand too.

“Well Ali, I’m Tall Boy and this here is Hog Eye, he runs the bar.” Tall boy smiled, “You’ve got gumption kid I’ll give you that, you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?” he asked gesturing to the crowd of branded gang members.

“I believe I’ve just applied for a job as a waitress in what appears to be the main hub for a group of people sporting logos of angry shoelaces and going by the name of Serpents. Correct me if I'm wrong.” Ali gave a friendly laugh, combing her hand nervously through her long hair, Hog Eye and Tall Boy laughed at her honest answer.

“Close kid, maybe keep the angry shoelace comment to yourself though yeah. Take it you’re not scared of snakes then.” Hog Eye chuckled leaning on the bar.

“I’ll bare that in mind thank you and as for snakes, I see no reason to be afraid of something that can be defeated by tying it in a knot, besides they are too cute to be scary. If you were called the spiders however, I would be moving country and praying you didn't find me. Too many legs.” Ali gave a disgusted shiver at the thought. Tall boy and Hog Eye laughed at her response, giving each other a quick nod before Hog Eye handed her a short black apron.

“You can start tomorrow I take it? 5- 9pm see how you manage that for a bit, I’ll give you time to adjust before piling on the Hours.” Hog Eye smiled giving her a friendly nod, Ali smiled accepting the apron.

“Thank you so much, you won’t regret it.” She thanked Hog Eye before heading towards the door.

“Oh and Kid, you may want to rethink your choice in clothing, try to blend in a bit.” Tall Boy called, she raised her thumb to acknowledge his advice before disappearing out the door.

“Hey mum, you’ll never guess what I got today!” Ali called throwing her shoes on the shoe rack by the door and dumping her school bag on the kitchen table.

“A boyfriend?!” Her mum guessed, standing up from looking wishfully into the oven at the lasagne she had just finished putting together. Ali raised her eyebrows giving her mum a stern glare before giggling.

“Try less optimism and more reality.” Ali joked pouring her and her mum a large glass of orange juice each.

“Ok, soo... a job?” her mum guessed, looking at her daughters proud face.

“Yep, working in a bar called the Whyte Wyrm. the spelling bugs me but it was the only place close by that was advertising. I start tomorrow at 5.” Ali reported taking a large sip of her drink. Her mums face dropped and Ali could’ve sworn her pale blonde hair turned a shade greyer.

“That’s serpent central Ali, I hope you know what you’re doing. I’ve heard an awful lot of stories about those guys, If I think its getting out of hand you’re leaving immediately understand.” Her mum stressed giving her a worried stare, Ali smiled placing a comforting hand on her mums shoulder.

“It’s ok mum, Hog Eye said that I can work with my headphones in and I don’t have to talk to any one besides him and Tall Boy.” Ali soothed sitting at the table and starting on her homework. Her mum shook her head at the ridiculous names these serpents gave themselves but she put her trust in the fact that Ali knew how to handle herself and usually survived throwing herself into situations like this.

“Ok if you say its safe I believe you. So what homework are we doing tonight?” Her mum asked sitting beside Ali to look at the text book she was now pouring over. Ali loved doing her homework with her mum, she made everything seem so simple and she had yet to come across something her mum didn't know.

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sweetimagines · 6 years

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Heatwave - Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Description: A summer night they won’t forget.

Prompt: 6. “You woke me up at 2 am for this?” + 30. “This was a terrible plan” “This was your plan” Category: Comedy

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 1410

A/N: For my twin’s @southsidejuggie writing challenge. I know it’s winter for most of you guys but it’s summer here, so bear with me.

Tag: @ju-gg @lostnliterature

It’s an insufferable summer in Riverdale. Serpents hang out at the Whyte Wyrm to take advantage of the AC, but other Southsiders had the same idea, overcrowding the place. At this point, the air conditioner isn't doing anything to cool down the bar and even the beer is warm because the fridge is losing power. Meanwhile, Northsiders are siting comfortably in their icy homes drinking lemonade.

To Y/N, it seems as if it’s specially roasty at Sunnyside Trailer Park. She’s lying in bed, half naked, ceiling fan on, trying her best to fall asleep, but having the bed sheet soaking wet by her sweat isn't exactly helping. Somehow she manages to close her tired eyes and dream of an ice cold pool. Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stay in the water for much longer as there’s someone relentlessly knocking at her door.

She checks the time on her phone (2.15 am) and gets out of bed. There’s only one person that would be there at this hour and he will not stop knocking until she gets it. Y/N slips on an Y/F/C, Harley-Davidson over-sized T-shirt with the arms cut out till the waist line before opening the door. “What took you so long?”, Sweet Pea asks and steps in. The girl just rolls her eyes and gets them two bottles form the fridge. The content is not as cold as they wish but the cooling sensation is still appreciated.

Y/N hops on the counter as Sweets drops himself on the couch. “What brings you here on this hellish night?” She expected him to be at the Wyrm with the other Serpents. “I’m boiling from the inside out.” Ironically, still wearing a leather jacket. He takes a sip from the refreshing drink. “Disadvantage of being a serpent.” She laughs before swallowing the bubbly liquid. He looks at her with a deeply confused expression. Y/N takes a moment to appreciate how adorable he looks before replying. “Snakes are cold blooded. They absorve the temperature of its soundings.” He chuckles, relating to her explanation.

“I've got a plan to fix that.” Sweet Pea looks devilish. “If you say we should take our clothes off and have a cold shower I WILL punch you!” A part of her still wishing he would. “Chill.” He raises his palms in defense. “I was actually gonna say you have to get dressed for it.” SP points at her exposed skin. Y/N pulls the hem of her shirt down awkwardly. He can see her face glowing red so he has to bite the insides of his cheeks to prevent a smile. Y/N walks out to change and Sweet Pea paces in the kitchen. Half impatient to get going, half trying to stop himself from peeking into her room.

Sweet Pea parks his beloved 1991 Harley-Davidson FXSTC in the gas station in front of Southside High. Last place Y/N thought they were heading to. “Now I understand your plan. You’re gonna make it snow.” She takes off her helmet. “What?” He kicks the stand down and waits for more context. “You coming to school willingly. It’s bound to mess with the weather.”, Y/N jokes. “HA-HA!” He turns off the bike and secures the key inside his jacket’s inside pocket.

“How do you plan on getting in?” She asks as they jump the fence to the football field. “I was hoping you’d know how to bobby pin the shit out of those locks.” He hands her the metal accessory. “Do I wanna know why you have a bobby pin in your possession?” Y/N doesn't mean to sound jealous, but something inside her was stronger than her as she works her way into the key hole. “Toni crashed with me last night, so there’s bobby pins all over my sink.” He hopes that she doesn't think he and Toni have a thing. “Voilà.” Y/N finds the strength to push envy out of her mind, after all she and Sweets are just ‘friends’. The locker room door swings open and they both walk in. “Lead the way.”

They stop when they reach the Chemistry Lab. “A nerd kid built a portable AC. He’s off to college now and it just sits in the cabinet.”, Sweets explains the whole reason they are there, while twisting the knob a certain way to get it open without the key. “So we’re gonna steal it?” She doesn't look pleased with that. Watching Pea get arrested, again, is something she wishes she never has to witness. “We’re borrowing it...”, he remarks wittily and opens the door, motioning for her to enter. Sweet Pea places a weight in front of the door to keep it from closing.

“It’s on the top shelf...” Y/N points at the nerd kid’s science project. “So?” He knows exactly what she meant. However, he can’t help but tease. “Use your giant man powers and get it.”, she teases back. “I’m not THAT tall, you know?” He reaches for the AC and grabs it with ease. “Sure. Dale Cooper just dreams about you every night.” She knows he’ll get the reference because she made him marathon Twin Peaks last weekend. “I still don’t get that show...” SP remembers his most common reaction watching it was ‘what the fuck?’. Y/N is packing the AC inside the bag so they can transport it in the Harley.

The weight SP put on the door to keep it from closing slips and the door closes with a bang. “FUCK!” He curses and rushes to the door trying to work the handle. “What?”, Y/N asks, hoping it’s not a janitor doing late night shift thirsty to catch some teenager misbehaving. “The door only opens from the outside... That’s why I put the thing...” Sweets punches the wood. “Please tell me you’re joking.” Y/N grabs his hand on hers and brushes his knuckles softly. She hates seeing him hurt. “Why? Would it be so bad to be stuck in a room with me?” A hint of insecurity is hidden behind his cockiness. “Besides the point.” He takes that as a no and a smirk finds it’s way on his lips. “We can get detention if teachers catch us in here.” With their track record it could be worse than that. “You’re right. This was a terrible plan.” Had it gone right maybe he would have the guts to tell her how he feels. “This was YOUR plan.” She reminds him, playfully. “At least we got air conditioning now...” He tries to find a bright side to it and the smile on Y/N’s face sure is. He messes with his phone while she plugs the AC in the outlet and immediately the cool air relaxes them.

Sweet Pea takes off his jacket and places it on the floor, lying on top of it. He doesn't say anything, just gazes at Y/N until she squeezes in, close to him. If they are stuck there, she might as well enjoy the stay. She rests her head on his chest, hearing his heart pounding. The girl wonders if it’s just because of the heat of if there’s a slight possibility he feels the same butterflies she gets seeing him.

A few hours later, the Chem lab is at optimal temperature to survive that heatwave. The two teens are still lying next to each other. Y/N is fast asleep, making SP chuckle quietly at her few snores. He’s brushing his fingers on her hair when the door squeaks open. That wakes Y/N. She yawns and shifts on the floor, leaving Sweets missing the warmth from where their bodies were touching. “Sorry it took so long, bro. Had one too many and Tall Boy took my keys. Toni was nowhere to be seen.” Fangs leans on a table, almost falling. Sweet Pea ignores the fact that his friend is drunk as hell, because even the floor not being the most comfortable place in the world, he got to lay on it with Y/N next to him. That made his rushed decisions worth it and that lab impossible to forget.

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broken-hearts-lives-among-us · 6 years

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Pretending (Part 3) Jughead J. x Reader

Summary: Drama in Riverdale seems to never end, your home-life was a mess, your past was still hunting you, yet, breaking up with your boyfriend was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. How are you supposed to go through all the chaos that was coming? Are you going to keep pretending to be the normal nice girl? Or his your heart willing to reveal it’s true skin?

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Words: 3048

Note: English isn’t my first language, I deeply apologize for any mistake.

The news of who killed Jason Blossom didn’t took long to get to your ears, having the pleasure of being notify by Sheriff Keller himself, the fact that Clifford Blossom murdered his own son was a sour event for the town with pep.

Although that wasn’t the end of the path and the suicide of the Blossom father didn’t made things easier, the responsible was no longer in this life to pay for his actions, and Riverdale’s Master of Justice wouldn’t be happy until someone got the check, that’s why FP was now facing a court about how many damn years it will take to pay the debt.

For you, things were just slightly better, after the video of the fatidic homicide was released to the forces involved, your lie wasn’t substantial enough to keep the image of being part of Jason’s death, but, you’re still being judge as an accomplice for giving a false statement at your confession and hiding the truth.

Yet, Kevin was keeping you updated about the information he eavesdropped from his father, he even heard Josie begging his mother to sneak a hand and help you not going to jail, that melted your heart away, you knew Josie was fond with you since you’ve always help the Pussycats with their outfits and stuff, but the fact that she was that worried about you was just the cutest thing ever.

Things seemed like they were just moving forward.

Maybe the sun was raising again in Riverdale

Maybe finally all this nightmare was ending.

Oh, how wrong you are.

“Hey.” Said that low-deep voice that still haunted you in your dreams.

“Hey.” You muttered without shifting your position, siting in the floor leaning your back against the cell bars, you felt him mirroring your position leaning his back against yours, the only thing forbidding the touch were those rusty iron bars.

Your heart started pounding at three hundred miles per second, this was the first conversation with Jughead since you practically told him to“Left you alone and fuck off” and lately all your talks ended up being a mess, the depth between you were just growing bigger and bigger.

“My father might be facing 20-40 years… They offered him a deal, he could spill out some names of the Serpents and that could low the sentence…”

“FP wouldn’t accept that. He’s just to stubborn and loyal…” you said closing your eyes, analyzing the new information cautiously.

“I know… I just, everything is so wrong you know…?” He sighed making your heart to swell, you slipped a hand between the bars to hold his, you squeezed it slightly as you two entangled fingers.

It was such and innocent and subtle touch, yet it made the whole world feel safe.

“How is your case?” he asked slowly, enjoying the little lazily whispering chats he has missed so much.

“I honestly don’t know… I had heard a lot of things I’m not sure what to believe, I think that in the best situation I’ll be set free with some community service job.”

“That’s great!” he cheered silently, a sincere smirk twitching at his face. “The social services were at Archie’s home today…” he added when you nodded.

“Oh, so you too.” You said quietly surprised, it wasn’t something you expected to happen, you thought that everything was okay with the Andrews taking care of him.

“What do you mean by “me too”? Did they come to see you?” he asked turning his head, facing your back.

“Oh no, no, no, they came for Tobias.” You said tightening the grip in his hand involuntary.

“Wait, what?” he said surprise turning his hole body to face you.

“Yeah, the day my house burned down.” You added casually, the more you said it out loud, the more realistic it became.

“Excuse me?” he said amused making you roll your eyes.

“Do I have to repeated it or what?”

“Actually, that would be pretty helpful, you’re welcomed to tell me everything from the beginning.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You grunted.

“No, that’s not the point, the point is why we haven’t talk about that? Why you didn’t come to me?” he sounded hurt, and truly concerned, maybe you were being a little too hard…

You shifted, locking eyes with him. “It happened the same day FP got arrested.” You sighed. “My aunt accidentally, well I want to believe it was an accident, she threw a lightning match onto the floor and I didn’t notice until the fire started, and then the police took her and then the social services came, and Tobias was gone and… and I basically lost my home and my family in a matter of hours.” You said as quickly and summarized as you could.

You never broke the eye contact as you admired his shocked features, even in awe he was so freaking handsome, like the way his iconic lock of hair in front of his eyes contrasted with the lovely blue-icy orbs, and his slightly parted lips looked so plumb and tempting.

“You should have told me all of this before.” You read his lips rather than listening to his voice.

“Why?” you asked raising your eyes to meet his. “I’m not your deal anymore, your charity cause is over, now you have a girlfriend to take care of.” There was resentment in your heart, yet not in your statement, the words you said just leaved your mouth cold and numb, as if it wasn’t meant to mean something.

He cut your staring contest, looking down at his clenching fits. “What I said that day… I didn’t really mean it, I didn’t want things to ended like it did.”

“But it did… And it hurt, and at some point, I truly believed you meant it, Jughead…” you broke the hold on his hand, missing the feeling of your finger intertwined. “You have Betty now… And she has you, and I believe everything is okay with that.”

“I don’t really know… Like, today she wrote an article defending the Southside, and she was called “Serpent Slut”. I don’t want to be a burden to her, she’s pretty awesome…” he confessed resting his face against the cell.

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool and reckless.” You comment looking out of the window.

‘I mean, I give an illegal false statement to give your family the chance to be together again, and I might be facing jail because I wanted to protect your father, but yeah, a news article it’s pretty cool too.’ You couldn’t help but think with jealously, rolling your eyes at him.

“What?” he said snapping you out of your world.

“What, what?”

“You just rolled your eyes at me.”

“No, I didn’t.” you said restraining a blush to creep from your cheeks.

Suddenly a smug smirk appeared in his face.

“What?” you said frowning, kind of anticipating his answer.

“Are you jealous, Y/N?”

You looked at him in disbelieve, did he really say that?

You stood up at the same time that him, ready to smack that idiotic beautiful smile out of his dumb face. Yet, Sheriff Keller appeared to save the situation, well, he just saved Jughead’s ass, maybe he came to cut your head off already.

“Y/N Y/L/N, it’s time for you to face the court.” He said opening the cell, you nodded silently locking eyes with Jug as you walked out of the cage.

Keller leaded the way and you followed him silently, sharing a last with Jughead before disappearing from his visual camp.

How was fate going to treat after all this years? Would it smile at you for once, or kick you in the guts again?

The white soft blanked of snow was embracing the path that the loner boy and the perfect next-door-girl were walking through as they talked, leaving their foot marks behind.

“I just said Betts, that it’s like if the whole universe was telling me I don’t belong here, that everything is better without me being here… Even you, the school idiots would let you alone and in peace if it wasn’t because of me…” he said to her thinking about the events of the day, the decision between staying and going was actually killing his mind.

“I don’t believe in that Juggy… Riverdale is your home as much as mine, and here you have us, we can take care of you… In the Southside you would be all by your own, and that worries me…” the blonde said hugging his boyfriend’s arm, he smirked at her caring speech, thinking all her words one by one.

“I would have Y/N.” he mentioned trying to cheer her up, yet, it felt like it had the reversed effect as she tensed up.

“Honestly Juggy… We don’t really know if she’s going to get free from what she did…” she stopped their tracks caressing his cheek.

“I’ve the feeling she will… She didn’t really do anything bad, I mean, she didn’t know she was defending Clifford Blossom, she just tried to help.”

“She lied to a cop, that’s illegal Juggy.” She argued with a sighed, insecurity traveling to her eyes.

“Hey…” The boy’s factions softened noticing the problem in the girl between his arms. “It doesn’t matter what happens… I’m sure it won’t change anything between us.” He assured her kissing her lips smoothly, trying to ease the problems from her mind, even though, deep inside of him he wasn’t completely sure about his words.

For the first time it was the loner boy who was being fight by two precious hearts, and it scared him like nothing more.

Jughead’s Pov.

At Riverdale you had the jogs, the nerds, the artists, the popular elite, and pretty much everything a normal cliché High School poses, the Southside wasn’t more different, aside from the fact that instead of dealing with bully jogs, we have the Ghoulies, who are drug dealers, yay.

The poor state of the building also leaves much to desire, and what about all the security protocol? Yeah sure, the reputation of the south was nothing near good, but I don’t really like to be check by a security guard every morning.

I was currently being dragged by this Toni Topaz Southside Serpent girl who was giving me the tour around the school’s hallways, sharing with me some facts, or more like, warnings about what to do or no to in order to survive.

As I spaced out vaguely hearing her words I couldn’t help but think about Y/N, I haven’t heard of her since Sheriff Keller took her that day, and besides that, how was she dealing with a place like this?

“Hey.” I said turning my face to Toni, apparently interrupting something she was saying. “Do you know Y/N?”

She laughed as soon as my words left my mouth. “Everybody knows her Jones, after what she did for your father… Woah, seriously she has like the massive respect from the Serpents now.”

I blinked twice, portraying her like this kind of Serpent Queen which made me feel something bittersweet.

“But I knew her even before that, I went to her house when it burnt, tragic day, I can still hear her cry in my mind.” She sighed, I could tell she was picturing the image in her eyes.

I didn’t say a think, feeling lost at his words, feeling sick at the picture of she crying, in front of the flames, seeing all her life crashing down, and, where was I? In some fancy dinner at the Cooper’s, in a ridiculous suit enjoying that sort of manipulated trap made by Alice?

I felt the regret and the impotence building up my chest, and it didn’t leave me through the rest of the lessons, apparently no one has listen from Y/N, I couldn’t concentrate as the doubts stared to ring in my mind.

What if I never saw her again?

What if she passes the rest of her young life in jail?

What if she feels alone?

And if her jail mates don’t treat her well?

What if she doesn’t like the food?

Oh god, what if she’s never able to try a burger from Pop’s again?

What if she managed to scape from the justice and now she’s a run-away criminal?

‘Okay Jughead, stop it. Overthinking is an asshole and you know that, screw it up already.’ I sigh trying to calm myself as I seated alone at the canteen ready to read my book and ignore everyone else.

Surprised was my faced when a bunch of people took a sit at my table, and they didn’t hit me, or mocked at me, they just talk to me.

They even laugh at my sardonic humor rather than see me as an emotionless human being.

It was kind of refreshing.

I smiled as I saw them laugh, but it didn’t distract me from the sudden presence behind me.

Y/N?

I turned, being welcomed by the awe, and the slightly disappointment, of being faced by Betty, Archie and Veronica. What the hell were they doing at the Southside?

I ended up with the crew at the outsiders of the high school, talking with Betty about my decision of voluntarily moving to the rotten side of the apple.

“Betty come on… This place, I feel like here were I got wanted, they seem to need and, and they respect me! I kind of fit in here…” I said caressing her arms, trying to explain her that I did feel some sort of comfortability at this the place.

“And what about us Jughead? What about me? I need you too.” She crossed her arms looking at me with concern? Disapproval? Confusion? I didn’t quite know, too many emotions.

Though I could feel her sad demeaner as I embraced her tightly. “I promise you I’ll be there for you, even if I’m here.” I soothed, catching with the glimpse of and eye the eager staring of a ginger haired as I kissed my girlfriend’s hands.

Yet our moment didn’t last longer as the raven-haired girl of the group read her message, whose words froze our blood as we ran to save Riverdale’s Blossom princess before she drowned in despair.

“The whole town is going crazy Dad, I mean, Cheryl just tried to committed suicide in the same place her twin died, it feels surreal…” the beanie boy whispered uneasy, facing the glowing moon through the jail’s window.

“That’s why I need to stick with the ones that have my back, Jughead. I’m not giving any names to Sheriff Keller or Major McCoy.” He looked at me, decision glowing at his eyes. “Just like Y/N did to protect me, it was a dumb decision, but I appreciated it.”

“I don’t know where she is, no one knows… Dad, what if we don’t see her again?”

“Do you care?” FP asked raising an eyebrow, yet he knew he knew the answer.

“Of course, I do, I miss her.” Jughead confessed. “I have missed her all this months and… I thought I could handle being without her because it was just temporally, until she was okay with me again, but if it’s permanent, if her absence becomes permanent… I don’t know what I’ll do…” Jughead confessed overwhelmed by everything that was happening in his life so suddenly.

“Why do you care for her so much son?”

“well, she’s Y/N… She has always been there, she’s important to me, my best friend!”

FP chuckled softly. “You’re brilliant Jug, except when it comes to women and love.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert dad? Wanna teach me something?”

“Oh no, son.” He smiled a me halfhearted. “You’re going to be okay…”

They shared a glance, a sort of confident, heartwarming son-father connection. “Yeah, I’m gonna be okay… A foster family is taking me away. They are nice.” he added rolling my eyes, a smile leaving my lips.

“What about Southside High?” FP stand up walking towards his son, never leaving his eyes.

“It’s a high school.” Jughead looked at his dad pointing the obvious. “It’s got the jocks, and the burnouts, and the nerds, and all of that.” He sighed. “I’ll survive.” He reassured, a cocky grin in his face.

FP chuckled at that. “You just might.” His demeanor went serious as he nodded. “Jughead, listen to me. I’m more innocent than I am guilty, but I’ve done some stupid things, some bad things, and come what may, I have to answer for my part of it, you understand? I don’t know what’s gonna happen when this goes to trial, but you need to be there for your mom, for Jellybean.”

“I’ll do my best.” The beanie boy promised.

“Not a doubt in my mind.” Said the Serpent’s boss as he watched at his son we a smile before the chat finished, before he walked away.

To go and meet his friends are the Jubilee.

So, they could go to Pop’s and have a lot of milkshakes.

And just like that, for a moment, the kids were just being kids.

The world, for a while, became safe again.

And then, overwhelmed by the situation, the beanie boy took his blonde girlfriend to his father’s trailer.

So, he could share with her the words his heart was willing to say.

The words that could bring light to his darkness.

“I love you, Betty Cooper.” He said with warm heart eyes, is lips parted slightly retaining some air as he waited for her answer.

A second of silence, yet it felt like years.

“Jughead Jones, I love you.” Said she with the sweetest smile.

That’s how a kiss turned into another.

The heat beginning to rise at their chest.

Passion overwhelming the room.

They moved.

She crashed against the cupboard as he lifts her up at the countertop.

Her shirt got missing at the floor.

His shirt went to find hers.

He kissed her hungrily, his hand caressing her neck possessive.

Kisses rolled lower.

She moaned.

A knock on the door popped their bubble.

They jumped scared.

“Oh, my God. Is that your mom?” he asked with widen white eyes.

“Who else would it be?” the girl huffed as she got off searching for her shirt.

He opened the door.

Yet, it wasn’t her mom.

It was his ex.

Hello~ it took me a little more to update because this days were crazy. Also, the amount of short is shorter than usual but I really wanted this part to end like it did!! Next part is on the making and it’ll be at least 4500 words.

See you peaches! <3

Next part: Some sassy serpent reader struggling with Jughead at the Southside High, how will her change affect him?

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fandom-smut-shots · 6 years

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Jughead - Comforting Serpents

Title

Comforting Serpents

Pairing

Jughead Jones x Reader

Fandom

Riverdale

Summary

"You're heartbroken and alone after your brother dies. The teenage Serpents come to cheer you up."

Empty.

That was all you could feel as your eyes fluttered open and your brain tip-toed into consciousness. Your eyes were tired from the endless tears they released the night before. Your chest felt heavy with pain and sorrow. You wished you could switch your brain off for a day and not think about the things that had led to you feeling so empty and broken.

Reluctantly, you sat upright, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You gathered your tangled locks and threw them into a messy bun atop your head. Clad in only pajama shorts and a tank top, you shuffled out of the warm comfort of your bedroom and out to the hallway.

Your brother had died two days ago. Your phone was immediately blown up with unread messages and ignored calls from everyone you knew but never spoke to, offering condolences and inquiring if you were alright.

Living on the Southside, it was expected that your home life wasn't great. You and your mother rarely got along, so when you turned sixteen, you got a part time job that paid you enough for a cheap, run down apartment. Your mother approved of the move and you'd barely spoken since.

Now, you'd have to meet with her to discuss funeral arrangements for the one person in your family who'd always been there for you. But you couldn't deal with it today. Today was a day of wallowing - sitting alone in the dark with movies and the small amount of food in your kitchen.

A knock sounded at your front door. Someone had a different idea of how you should spend your mourning.

Exhaling a sigh, you released the deadbolt and peeled open the door. Your puffy eyes widened at the sight that met you.

On your porch stood Jughead, Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs, each carrying some sort of contribution.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned, cringing at how cracked and raw your voice had become.

The girl offered you a small, sympathetic smile. "We heard what happened. We're here to cheer you up."

She sauntered into your apartment with her arms full of your favorite movies. Behind her entered Sweet Pea and Fangs, each of them holding bags of food.

Then entered Jughead, holding a carrying tray of coffee cups. Smiling softly, he handed you the one which had your name scribbled on the side.

"(F/drink) with extra flavor," he stated.

"Thanks, Jug," you whispered, accepting the drink before closing the door.

You weren't a Serpent - you weren't even related to a Serpent. But you'd known the teens who had become Serpents since you were children, and you'd come to know Jughead when he moved to Southside High. They were your best friends, but you hadn't even told any of them about your brother.

It wasn't a matter of weakness or worrying that they wouldn't understand. You knew them better than that. But you often felt like a burden, thanks to how you'd been raised, and you didn't want to go whining to your friends when they had their own issues to deal with.

"You guys didn't have to do this," you murmured as they set up the food on the coffee table in the living room.

"What are you talking about?" Toni countered. "You're upset. Rightfully so. Why wouldn't we be here?"

"I... It's just..." You crossed your arms as you often did when you weren't sure what to say. "You know you're not obligated, right? I love that you're all here, but you don't have to be."

Your words clicked in the brunette's mind and she wrapped you in a hug. Your chest clenched at the contact - no one had hugged you since you'd found out about your brother. You hadn't realized how much you needed it.

"(Y/n), you're an honorary Serpent. We take care of our own. Wherever you need us, call. We'll be here."

You nodded, burying your head in her shoulder. You stood that way for a moment, the three boys watching, unsure of how to respond, before Toni let go and smiled at you. She pushed you towards the couchwhere Jughead grasped your hand and pulled you down to sit between him and Sweet Pea. Your heart raced at the close proximity, and you hesitantly rested your head on the beanie-clad boy's shoulder. His arm wrapped around you immediately, holding you close and secure.

Toni stood before you, a smirk on her plump lips as she held up a familiar DVD case. Your eyes lit up as you read the title of your all-time favorite movie.

"I figured we'd start with this," she stated, putting the disc in the tray of your DVD player. She then sat on the floor in front of you, leaning back against your legs.

"Dig in, (Y/n)," Jughead told you, gesturing to the bags of takeout. "We got your favorites."

"We went to three different shops because Jughead insisted on getting you (F/dessert)," Toni teased, knowing without looking at him that a blush was dusting across his cheeks.

A giggle escaped your lips. "Thank you, Jug."

His lips tweaked into a soft smile. "Anything for you."

Four movies later, it was dark out, and three of your four friends had fallen asleep. Toni was lying on the floor, Sweet Pea leaned against his side of the couch, and Fangs had fallen off the couch shortly after dozing off, leaving only you and Jughead to be engaged in the film.

But the raven-haired boy's focus wasn't on the movie. His stormy grey eyes were fixed on you, observing how your whole demeanor had changed since they first arrived that morning. You were calmer, healthier, and, dare he say it, happier. They had fulfilled their goal of cheering you up, but one thing still gnawed at the back of Jughead's mind.

"(Y/n)," he whispered, careful not to wake his comrades.

You turned to look up at him. "Hmm?"

He tried to form a sentence, but his articulate literature skills seemed to evaporate as he gazed into your (E/c) eyes. Instead, his hand found your jaw, holding your gaze on him. He leaned in, tilting his head and closing his eyes before brushing his lips against yours. You stifled a gasp as your own eyes fluttered closed and you returned the kiss. If you were honest with yourself (and Toni, because she figured it out even before you did), you'd been crushing on Jughead since the day he transferred to Southside. You never imagined he could possibly return the attraction.

"I really like you," he whispered against your lips.

"I like you too," you managed to respond, your voice shaky with nerves.

He grinned, kissing you soft and quietly. He pulled you closer against his chest, watching the rest of the movie with a genuine smile on his lips.

From her place on the floor, Toni smirked to herself before falling back to sleep.

#Riverdale #jughead jones #jughead x reader #reader inserts

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noorakardemmomesaetre · 7 years

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Southside High

Chapter Two

Or read it on Ao3

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: There's nothing Jughead Jones likes more than a bit of a challenge.

“No Northsiders.”

His breath is hot against her neck as he presses her against the lockers outside of the office of the Red and Black, his hand casually pressed against the steel beside her head.

Her fingers slip through his belt loops as his lips brush against her neck, his tongue running lightly across the smooth skin before his teeth sink in.

Pulling him flesh against her body, she whimpers, “but why not?” before her fingers drag up to the searing skin under his shirt.

“Because,” he murmurs against her earlobe, tugging slightly with his teeth before he continues, “I said no.”

She wakes with a start, sitting bolt upright, panting as she attempts to catch her breath from the vivid dream she was having.

“Damn it,” she mutters, running her fingers through her loose waves, cursing this dream – no, nightmare - that had been recurring since the meeting with the Black and Red had occurred a few days ago.

She was beginning to hate Jughead Jones. And she hadn’t even spoken to him.

Grabbing her phone, she checks the time and winces.

5:36AM.

3 unread messages.

11:12PM Cheryl Blossom: I’m bored Betty, come out.

11:36PM Cheryl Blossom: OMFG please tell me you aren’t already sleeping.

11:45PM Cheryl Blossom: Seriously, even Nana is more down than you Betty, so annoying.

Betty rolls her eyes and flops back against her bed, dragging a pillow over her face. There is no way she’s going to be able to sleep after a dream like that and she knows it. Sighing restlessly and refusing to satisfy the heat that has pooled between her legs because of him, she rolls out of bed and pulls her yoga pants and running sneakers on. It was just early enough for a run and just what she needs, considering how confused her feelings clearly were.

As she runs, her thoughts drift back to the Red and Black. She knew they could use her writing. She wasn’t one to be arrogant, but she really was a good journalist and a good writer. This whole “no Northsiders” thing seemed like complete bullshit to her. But who would question the Serpent Prince?

That’s it.

It hits her as she jogs back onto the street of her home.

His girlfriend (or whatever she was) would be willing to question him. Toni Topaz.

Betty didn’t know exactly what they were, but she could assume they were in a relationship based on how close they seemed at that Red and Black meeting. If she could talk Toni into changing Jughead’s mind, she would be writing for the Southside High newspaper in no time.

Ignoring whatever was tugging at her heart as the thought of Jughead having a girlfriend, especially one he seemed close with, she glances at her phone.

6:42AM Kev: Betty, can you give me a ride this morning? Dad’s got business to tend to.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she slows to a walk, quickly texting back, “pick you up at 7:30AM. Don’t be late.”

She catches her breath as she walks into her house, finding her father, Hal sitting in the kitchen reading the most recent Riverdale newspaper. Her eye catches on the plate that is clearly set out for her: one egg white and a half cup of chopped fruit.

Betty rolls her eyes at her mom’s clear attempt to restrict her diet on top of everything else. She grabs the plate and heads over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a paper cup from the cupboard.

“Morning Betty, nice run?”

Her dad is naïve and aloof and Betty can appreciate that, especially this early in the morning.

“It was wonderful Dad, thank you for asking.”

She slides the fruit into the cup with a knife before moving to the garbage can.

“Your mom saw that you were jogging and thought she’d make you a healthy breakfast,” Hal says, looking up from his newspaper to offer a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Make sure to tell her I really appreciate it,” Betty says, sliding the egg white into the trash can and slamming it shut, a smile that mimics her father’s crossing her face.

He doesn’t flinch, only nods, before turning back to the newspaper, “I’ll get her the message.”

Betty jogs upstairs, the apparent strain on her parents’ relationship and its effect on their household quickly forgotten as she realizes she needs to get to Kevin’s and then to the Southside for school. It’s 6:55AM.

An hour later, Betty whips into the school parking lot with a loud screeeeech! causing Kevin to swing open the door the second she parks, praising the asphalt.

“Solid ground, my old friend!” he teases and Betty rolls her eyes in response, not stopping the laughter that escapes her.

“Oh, shut up Kev, we’re basically late! And we still have to go through security.”

They’re almost to the sidewalk leading to the entrance when Kevin grips her arm tightly, his eyes staring in the direction of the motorcycle parking.

Jughead Jones had also just arrived, albeit a lot less stressed about the time than Betty, casually strapping his helmet to his motorcycle and running his fingers through his dark curls.

“He’s going to be late,” Betty observes nonchalantly, calming her heart’s rapid beating as she turns her head back to the entrance of Southside High.

“AYE JUGHEAD!” Kevin yells, waving his hand violently above his head, “BETTY WANTS TO TELL YOU YOU’RE GOING TO BE-“

“KEV!” Betty hisses, grabbing his arm and yanking it down as Kevin breaks into a fit of giggles.

“Oh my god,” Betty huffs, trying to calm her panic, her cheeks reddening as she dares to steal a glance at the Southside High gang member.

He’s pulling his satchel over his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he looks up and catches her eye, tugging on his crown beanie.

“I’m sorry, Betty, I couldn’t help it,” Kevin attempts to quiet his laughter, but as soon as they run into Veronica and Cheryl in the hallway, he also ‘can’t help’ but recap their morning, no holds bar on the dramatics.

“I just don’t really understand why you’re even trying. It’s not like the Red and Black is going to make your college apps look any better.”

Betty realizes that her goal of writing for the Red and Black sounds ridiculous at this point. Her college apps are already done, she has enough extracurricular activities listed for three people, but she can’t let it go.

“It’s hard to explain, Arch. Besides, you know I’m not one to give up. I want this.”

He offers her an encouraging smile, but she can tell he’s not entirely convinced. Behind his head, she notices light pink curls brushing against the back of a Southside Serpent jacket turning a corner and she stops.

“Toni,” she breathes, turning to Archie quickly, “I have to go talk to her. Rain check?”

She doesn’t wait for his response as she quickens her pace around the corner, quickly spotting the female serpent at her locker, peering at her books.

Betty clutches her pastel pink binder closer to her chest and takes a deep breath as she walks up, blurting, “hi, Toni. I’m Betty Cooper, can I talk to you for a second?”

Toni shifts something in her locker and sighs without looking at Betty, “you have two minutes, Cooper.”

“So, I know that Jughead said ‘no Northsiders’ were going to be allowed to write for the Red and Black, but I am a really passionate journalist. I started the Blue and Gold at Riverdale High and was the lead journalist/editor. I think I would be a great asset for the Red and Black and it is really important to me that I continue writing,” she says in almost one breath, before quickly adding, “for my college applications.”

“Okay?” Toni says, finally turning her eyes to Betty, eyebrows furrowed, “so shouldn’t you be saying all of this to Jughead?”

“Well, I was thinking, since you’re his girlfriend, maybe you could-“

Toni’s hand had risen in the air stopping Betty, her eyes closing as she shakes her head and giggles, “his girlfriend? Betty, I’ve known Jug since he was in diapers, he’s like a brother to me and I’m not into incest.”

“Oh,” Betty mumbles, wincing at the fact that she had just bragged about what a great journalist she was but didn’t even bother to double check her speculation on Toni and Jughead’s relationship status.

“Look,” Toni says, turning back to her locker to pull down a book for her next class, “I’ll talk to him about reconsidering, but before I can pass along the message, I’ll need a little information from you in return.”

No stranger to these types of deals after living under a roof with Alice Cooper for her entire life, Betty shifts on her feet, clutching her binder closer to her as she waits.

“Who’s the redhead you hang with?”

Betty’s eyebrows raise in surprise. Archie? Veronica would not be happy to hear about this. “Archie Andrews? He’s not really avail-”

“No…the girl.”

Racking her brain for who Toni could possibly be referring to, she groans softly when she realizes. Cheryl. How could she have offended one of the Serpents already?!

“Ah, that’s Cheryl. I’m so sorry for whatever she’s-“

“She’s pretty,” Toni shrugs, slamming her locker door shut and turning to smile at a taken aback Betty.

“Yeah…she is.”

“So, I’ll talk to Jughead, but no promises. The guy is stubborn, and not in a cute way. Thanks for the info, Cooper.”

Betty watches her walk away, feeling slightly confused about how the conversation had gone before rushing off to her next class.

The rest of Betty’s day seems to fly by as she quickly realizes no one at Southside cares about her 4.0 GPA or overachiever reputation from Riverdale, she’s going to have to work hard to impress the teachers here.

She makes it a point to sit in the front of all of her classes, taking as many notes as she can, her hand shooting in the air every time she knows an answer, Hermione Granger-style.

By the time the bell signaling the end of last period rings out, Betty is exhausted and more than ready to go home and take a hot bath. She drops her bag by her locker, spinning the lock quickly, ignoring the spray paint etched across the front from its last owner.

“You know what I fucking hate about Northsiders?”

A couple of students quickly rush past Betty as his voice fills the hallway, but Betty stands tall, pushing her books into her locker, before turning to him.

“What’s that?”

Jughead shrugs, sauntering up to her and leaning against the locker next to hers. Memories of him and lockers from her dream this morning flood her brain as he looks at her, but she quickly fights to push them away, hoping her cheeks don’t betray her.

“That you all feel so entitled to whatever you want.”

Betty presses her lips together, her eyes narrowing.

“You don’t even need the Red and Black, I’m assuming,” he says, his voice lowering when he notices the few students purposely hanging by their lockers to see what’s happening, “so why are you sending one of my friends to convince me you do?”

“I’m a great journalist, Jughead. Not allowing Northsiders to write for you is absolutely ridiculous.”

She bites her lip when he doesn’t respond right away and she can’t tell if it’s the silence or the way his gaze is dragging down her body that’s making her feel so anxious…and hot.

“What was your name again?”

Betty’s mouth drops and she can feel the heat creep up her neck as she realizes she had never even introduced herself to him.

But she quickly shoves that embarrassment down, irritation at the way this guy has invaded her life, as she slides her last book into her locker and slams the door shut, clicking on her padlock.

“It doesn’t matter,” she snaps, folding her arms across her chest, “I no longer want to write for the Red and Black. I heard the journalism is decent, but it’s run by a completely mediocre gang member who uses his status and not his writing to achieve success.”

She picks up her bag and slings it across her shoulder, making sure it bumps into him and the way he’s smirking as she walks past.

Jughead Jones had messed with the wrong Northsider.

It doesn’t take long for Betty to realize she had definitely caused quite a stir at Southside High when she arrives the next morning to see the beauty of all of her hard work. The school is a buzz with students talking about it, even teachers glancing at her as she walks past.

But the satisfaction of it all doesn’t truly hit her until she sees him.

He’s standing in front of his locker, hands shoved into his pockets, a mixture of amusement and anger flitting across his face as he reads one of the posters she had spent most of the night taping to every locker at Southside:

Come Join the Black and Gold!

Southside High’s NEWEST Student Newspaper

ALL Journalists Welcome

Monday, 3:15PM

I really appreciate you all reading this and I love hearing your thoughts, so leave them if you'd like! ❤

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #southside high #southside serpent jughead #fanfiction

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jugandbettsdetectiveagency · 6 years

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#anyone noticed how this season the colouring of the bughead scenes has been very different#like season one it was all bright and pinks and purples#and this seasons its been muted and yellows and blues#and then the scene before the race in ep6 had very harsh lighting - @peterparkerrtrash

Ok, so I love these tags that the lovely Holly just put on this gifset but it reminded me of something I thought of when watching episode 2.05.

Think back to the first moment we see Betty and Jughead on screen, interacting with each other in season 1.

They lock eyes in Pops which, before Fred got shot, is almost like a neutral zone in Riverdale. According to the map it looks to be right on the border between the town’s north and south divide. It’s a place that is not only decoratively but almost literally stuck in a time that no longer exists. The 50s diner has made its revival in recent years, but in Riverdale, to me, it also stands to represent just how out of touch with reality and the rest of the world this town seems to be, at least for its inhabitants who act like the dealings of this small fry settlement are the be all and end all - life beyond simply doesn’t exist. Pop’s stands still in almost a dream-like state that is safe, and comforting, and the epitome of both nostalgia and the thoughts of what could be. I like that it’s the place that Jughead chooses to write at 2am, with endless cups of coffee, because his comfort is food (less explicitly than in the comics but it’s still there) and Pop’s is a comfort. And it’s open 24hrs because of course dreams never sleep. This soft blues and pinks theme starts here. The neon signs coat the screen in a glow that is both warm and harsh, hazy around the edges while still being solid and defined. Both certain and uncertain simultaneously. Betty and Jughead are aesthetically complete opposites, characteristically right for each other, the last pairing their friends expect but perfect soulmates all the same. And this look, in these lights, is their starting point.

It’s there again when they reveal their demons to one another. After the hazy, white mist that seems to exist even inside the Andrews’ residence during the party scene, their reconciliation doesn’t happen there but in the protective bubble of their booth at Pop’s, sweeping from vibrant blue to bright pink as the shot pans over them. A lot of people at the time wanted to know why this conversation happened here, and what was said in the moments between, but I think there was a very specific reason that it had to happen here, in this place that belongs just as much to the north side as it does the south. They are existing outside of everyone’s expectations here, after Jughead so unfortunately reminded them of their stereotypes earlier on. It’s where Jughead and Betty have their equal share of fond memories. When Betty first met Veronica, and shared childhood days with Kevin, and... Jug.

They saved it, after the bleak, dull tones that coloured it during Fred’s shooting, heading to the warm, soothing glow of the retro night.

It returns again in season 2 when Jughead comes to greet Betty with that desperate, lingering kiss after their time apart. Mutual ground, level footing, the feeling of safety, the feeling of coming home. Still holding on to the hope that this thing that is keeping them afloat is still solid and sure. Even still, there’s just a hint more of the bright, white outside light that threatens to overtake as things become more blinding, more difficult to see past...

One of many people’s - myself included - favourite bughead kiss is in 1.08 where this light glow just blooms behind them as their lips meet. It’s after a moment of vulnerability seen, a trust shared, a realisation that they’re in this thing together. It’s not bright and blinding, but soft and enveloping, tinted with blues and pinks and golds as it washes over them in that same bubble that they get at Pop’s. This feeling of invincibility, that they can do anything, that nothing bad can happen to them, is found in each other, available even outside of this one small, ramshackle building now. I think that’s why it was so poignant that Fred’s shooting happened in Pop’s just moments after we saw Bughead get interrupted by the Serpents. Bubble burst. Uncertainty ahead. Even the kitchen counter scene, like most in the trailer, has this mist over it, an unclearable fog that is persistent and unmoving. Danger ahead, proceed with caution. I ended up using the metaphor in one of my fics that Betty is like Jughead’s lighthouse. And I think when he’s alone in the trailer, alone with the Serpents, alone in Southside High, without the reminder of his lighthouse, he’s in the most danger of crashing into the rocky shore (look at me, getting all poetic *chucks Virginia Woolf at you*). Even the kiss at SSH, before Toni interrupts, has this same pinkish glow to it that has never been seen before in this location.

(x)

All of this is a convoluted, probably incoherent, unnecessary precursor to the point I originally wanted to make. The acts of initiation, the final punch up before the jacket belongs to Jughead, are lit in exactly the same way as that kiss with Betty - the one where he looks into her eyes, sees that she sees him for who he is and is probably one of the first moments where he starts to believe that he could actually be in love with her. That is the exact same combination of blue, pink, and gold. Exactly. And while I loved all the stylistic choices for this scene, this is why it breaks my lil Bughead loving heart. Because all those feelings of security, comfort, protection, looking to and thinking about the future are now placed within the hands of the Serpents and the life that Jughead has now accepted, believes himself to be worthy of, throwing himself into it headfirst, branding himself with this new identity. It’s no longer about girls next door, writing a novel at 2am surrounded by the constant smell of coffee (also this is the episode without Jughead’s narration - another thing at just tore me apart), and the thought of what could be beyond this slice of non-existent apple pie life. Jug’s scenes with Betty in the next episode are lit with that hazy fog of uncertainty, that mist inside the auto shop, until it explodes in a mid-afternoon drag race. It’s not covered by a blanket of late night darkness, kept under the radar with the utmost stealth. It’s a full on social event, right there on a day when Summer comes to Winter in Riverdale. It’s glaring and bright and there’s nowhere to hide, no softly back lit dreams of pipe dreams, just reality.

(x)

#riverdale #bughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #riverdale meta #I guess??#I hate tagging as meta because I don't believe it's ever up to the standard of meta that comes out of this fandom but I'll do it anyway #long post #sorry lads

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