#riverdale x reader insert

[supercap2319]

"Listen, Archie. I'm not gonna ask what you did with Miss Grundy all summer. Your summer fling or conquest or whatever you want to call it is none of my business."

"No, Y/N, you don't understand. See Geraldine and I—we....we only kissed." Archie said.

"Amongst other things." Y/N finished for him. "Arch, if you wanna tap hot music teacher ass for a summer day, it's nothing I can do about it, but don't stand there and lie to me and say that you like me and you didn't mean it, when you—mwah!

Y/N was cut off by Archie kissing him. Biting into his lower lip and nibbles on it. The way Archie's tongue slips inside his mouth makes Y/N moans for the redhead.

[lostgirlfandom]

Mother Dearest

Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader

Warnings: afab reader

Words: 600

Summery: Jughead's Mom comes back and makes for an adorable reunion.

Next

You parked the truck in front of the trailer that you once considered home. You didn’t get out but sat there and stared at it, wondering if what you were doing was a good decision. 

“Mama?” A girl’s voice came from the passenger seat making you snap out of your daze. 

You looked over. “Yeah, JB?” You asked with a little sigh. 

“We going in?” Jellybean asked with a slight bounce. You smiled at her excitement. You nodded making her jump out of the truck while you followed. She ran to the door as you followed slowly behind and she knocked on the door. 

You grinned as you saw her jumping around while she waited for the door to open. 

It finally opened and once JB saw her dad a smile split her face. “DADDY!!” She screamed as she flung her arms around his waist. 

A stunned looked settle over his face and you saw tears welling up his eyes. Arms wrapped around JB tightly. “Jellybean?” Fp hoarsely spit out. He pressed a kiss to her head and you smiled as you stuffed your hands into your jeans. 

He stopped for a moment and looked up frantically to find me standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Y/N.” He whispered your name as he let his daughter go and hurriedly made his way down the stairs and wrapped you in his arms making you wrapped yours around his shoulders. He picked you up and spun you around and then put you down and you both swayed. Soft sobs left his mouth as he buried his head into your neck. Your emotions built up until you couldn’t hold your own sobs back. You did the same as him and buried your head into his neck, gripping each other tight. 

“BUBBA!” You heard Jellybean screech and you lifted your head slightly to watch your son lifting his little sister up in his arms. 

Fp pulled back but didn’t let you go as his put his hands on your cheeks and made you lock eyes with him. You set your hands on his waist and you both stared into each others red rimmed eyes. 

“Why’d you come back?” He asked softly. 

You chuckled through your tears. “Jughead called me awhile back and said you were doing so much better so I decided that it was time JB and I came back.” You paused and curled your fists into his flannel. “We’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much, baby.” You croaked out as you started to sob again. 

FP pulled you into his arms again as you sobbed into his chest. 

“Mom.” You heard and you lifted your head and looked over to Jughead who had tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Your eyebrows scrunched up as you let your husband go and rushed over to your son. “Oh, Jug.” You gripped him tightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and curled his hands into your jacket. You stood like that for a moment before letting go and putting your hands on Jughead’s face and wiping away his tears as you both smiled at each other. “I’ve missed you, bud.” You told him.

You hadn’t wanted to leave him but the space between you and FP was needed. And Jughead wanted to stay instead of coming with you which you were fine with. Jughead was mature enough to make his own decisions. You then wrapped an arm around Jug and turned your bodies to FP and Jellybean as they got done hugging. 

Your family then made your way into the trailer. 

[justonemoregayboy]

Facial is the best

Pairing: Archie Andrews x male reader

Series: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

word count: 1042

Requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading

 “...Please, Y/n, please. Just let me, come on, just this once, please?” Archie gasps above him, stroking his cock in quick, ravenous strokes as Y/n watches, already exhausted from his own orgasm.

This isn't the first time Y/n has heard the other guy beg him, it's not the first time Archie has begged him to let him cum on his face, but it's the first time he's wondered why Archie seems so hungry for it in instead of just saying no point-blank. It looks so unhygienic, not to mention disgusting, and Y/n can't figure out what makes Archie so willing to beg for it.

Archie never begs.

"Why do you want it?" Y/n finds himself asking, eyebrows raised lazily as he watches Archie more or less sob in delight above him. His hands are slowly stroking Archie's muscled thighs where they straddle his waist, but his eyes are focused on his boyfriend's face, watching as Archie's mouth drops open on another moan as he fucks his own fist. .

"Guh-fuck-it would look so good in it-covered in it," Archie gasps hoarsely, clenching his fist around the base of his cock to keep from coming as he thinks about it. “Fuck, you'd be so pretty, just using my cum. Looking so beautiful, looking like mine. I want to make you mine, can I? please y/n? Can I make you mine? Please pretty pretty Y/n please can I make you mine? I want I want-"

And fuck, if he's not making Y/n stupid with arousal listening to Archie beg like that. Hearing him wanting to claim Y/N like that… he's making his spent cock tingle with the need to harden again, even if it's only been a few minutes since he gushed down Archie's throat.

Why had he been so stupid and he hadn't asked his boyfriend why earlier? Why had he spent weeks telling his boyfriend no when the reason Archie wanted him in the first place was so devastating?

"Yes?" Y/n gives Archie a tired smile. “Do you want to make me yours? Do you want to mark me? Let everyone know that I'm yours?

"Fuck y/n, yes please, fuck yes please!" Archie curses above him, hips stuttering forward through his clenched fist. "Please, I want, can I?"

It's not even a question on his mind anymore, Y/n just wants it to happen yesterday as he listens to Archie spit every pleading word out of his mouth. The thought that just minutes before sounded positively unpleasant now sounds promising.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Y/n agrees, reaching out to cup Archie's butt and urging him forward, closer.

"-In fact?" Archie with his pants off, puzzled. His eyes widen and stare at him, his hips stopped where he had been furiously fucked through his own fist before. You will leave me? Can I- just- really?

"Yeah, come on," Y/n encourages, trying to drag him closer with he hands, "come on my face, come on, do it."

At first, Archie just stared at him for a moment, not believing what he was hearing, but then he just lunged forward, smashing his lips against Y/n's desperately. Y/n doesn't even have time to recover from the shock attack before Archie backs away again, crawling forward and once again stroking each other, only this time much closer to Y/n and with his penis pointing towards the swollen kiss. of T/n. His lips instead of he own muscular stomach.

"Mpfh," Archie groans as his hand flies over his cock, needing to squeeze his eyes shut so he doesn't die from how good it feels, how beautiful Y/n is beneath him. "I'm going to paint you so beautifully, I'm going to make you look so pretty, I'm going to..." And then he comes; thick streams of cum shoot all over y/n's beautiful face.

Y/n can feel the first string land on his cheek before he can squeeze his eyes shut, and just in time too, because right after he can feel something hit his closed eyelid, and he winces from how dirty everything is.

When Archie finally drops his shrinking penis from his hand, when he finally opens his eyes again, he can't help but catch his breath for a moment.

Y/n is absolutely awesome.

He has been fucking everywhere; over both of his cheeks, covering his nose, his chin, his forehead – he's cum hanging off his damn lashes, and it's cum all over his beautiful red-bitten lips. Archie can't help but moan as he sees how Y/n licks his bottom lip to pick up the thick liquid, he can't help but catch the boy in a dirty wet kiss as he watches him swallow.

Taking Y/n's jaws in his hands, Archie couldn't help but play with the cum on his boyfriend's cheeks with his thumbs, simply smearing it all over the pink skin before licking it all off.

Y/n flinches when he feels a tongue on his face, and groans when Archie kisses him again, sharing the salty cum on his tongue with an overeager Y/n. Burying his fingers in Archie's hair, Y/n lifts his hips into empty air, coming back from the sheer filth around him.

"Did you just-?" Archie asks, and Y/n nods, exhausted. Archie smiles. "Fucking amazing."

Y/n just rolls his eyes before weakly pushing his boyfriend away, snuggling up close to the big football player.

"Does this mean I can do that again?" Archie asks smugly, his hands running over Y/n's sensitive sides.

"It means you should get me a wipe," Y/n replies, tired. He is more than ready for a nap. "I feel ridiculously dirty." There was sweat, semen, and other fluid caked all over him, but since Y/n doubts he can stay awake for an entire shower, a washcloth will have to suffice.

“You're ridiculously dirty and amazing,” Archie smirks, but dutifully goes in search of said wipe.

Y/n hums as Archie cleans it up, hands catching the bigger boy as he throws the rag over his shoulder, and sighs as he sinks against Archie's body.

"But yeah," Y/n says a few minutes later, when he's almost asleep. "We are definitely exploring this again."

He can feel Archie moving his arm to his side, but he's already asleep before he can reprimand him.

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You'll Never Be Alone

Pairings: Archie Andrews x male reader

Summary: It started with him protecting you but changed as time passed. He now harbors feelings for you.

WARNINGS: F slurs. homophobia, and bullying. MAJOR: ⚠ Sexual Assault ⚠

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You didn't understand why you were treated like this. Why were you subjugated to this abuse?

Every day at school was hell. The ones that tormented you the most were the bulldogs, Riverdale's football team.

They would tease and mock. Verbal, but that changed when news of you being gay was exposed.

The Bullying went from verbal to physical. They would give you regular beatings every day.

"Well, look at what we have here. It's the little faggot. I bet you wanna suck my fucking cock." One of them said as he punched you right in the stomach. Pain shooting through you.

"Bet the faggot wants us to fuck his ass," Reggie said, getting his own kicks in. You were left on the ground in pain as the bulldogs left. Leaving you and Moose alone.

(SEXUAL ASSAULT AHEAD! SKIP THIS PART IF YOU WANT!)

"It's just us now, faggot." Moose said, picking you up and slamming you against the wall.

"God, your body turns me." Moose groans as he grinds his erect cock against your thighs. "This ass and thighs."

Moose latches his dirty mouth onto your neck. "How about you be my cumdump?" you cried harder as he continued.

(IT ENDS HERE!)

Suddenly, you felt Moose get thrown followed by a loud thud. You looked to see a redheaded boy beating the shit out of him.

You stayed in your position, shocked before you felt someone pick up and carry you away.

He was wearing the Riverdale football team jacket, meaning he was a bulldog, but he wasn't like the others. His voice took you out of your mind.

"Hey, are you okay? Any injuries?" The boy said as he looked over your body. Only seeing some bruises and marks.

The redheaded boy really cared about you. He wasn't like the other bulldogs. He didn't insult nor place his hands on you. Only to take you away to safety.

He kept talking to you, asking if you were hurt in any way. You responded with a no. He then introduced himself.

"If you say so... but anyway, my name is Archie. Archie Andrews," he said, smiling at you. There was no malicious intent.

"I'm... m/n," you replied.

After that day, Archie would always be by your side. The other bulldogs did little to no harm. Archie became your bodyguard and friend.

You never realized how many classes you had with him or how you both shared the same interests. Everything was becoming better, but you may have developed a crush on your new friend.

The more time Archie spends with you, the more his crush grows. Being around you made him feel comfortable and happy.

He would dream of marrying and sleeping with you.

It was now or never. You told Archie to meet you after school/practice.

"So, you wanted to speak with me?" Archie said, sitting down beside you on the bed.

"Yes, I wanted to say that..."

You started to freeze. Your brain was in panicking and telling you to back down, but your heart was saying to go with it.

"Archie, I like you! It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I-" Suddenly, you felt a soft pair of lips press against yours. Archie's hands pulled you closer.

You melted into the kiss. Forgetting everything around you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Archie pulled back, breathing heavily.

"M/n... I like you- no, I love you! I wanted to confess first, but it looks like you beat me to it." Archie chuckled. Tears roll down your face. Tears of joy.

"M/n. Do I have the honor of being your boyfriend?"

"Yes! Of course!" you replied. Crying into his chest. He lifted your head and kissed you again.

You both then laid down together. Archie's ching resting on your head with you buried in his chest.

THE END!

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[itsnotyouithink]

HALLOWEEN ROMANCE

pairing: fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary: reader goes to a halloween party and her crush on cheryl blossom continues.

warnings: smoking, underage drinking, parental abuse

a/n: happy halloween to all who celebrate & please be careful tonight!!

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Riverdale has spooky Halloweens. It may be from the haunting spirits that walk the streets and get a booth in Pop’s Diner on the daily, or just because it’s Riverdale — and Riverdale is spooky. The Devil’s holiday was a year long thing in the town. Everyday felt like Halloween for civilians of the small town. You felt like your life was the holiday on repeat — you were just dressing as yourself with a fake mask.

You felt like Halloween wasn’t much of a big deal. The only thing you truly liked about it was the dressing up. The iconic Mean Girls quote bounced off the walls of your brain when you argued with your brother as you two got out of the car, “In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.” You quoted to yourself and your brother beside you who rolled his eyes.

Your brother, Sweetpea, had been ranting about how you dressed too sexy and exposed, afraid some guy was going to try to make a pass at you. You were dressed as Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes, a character you had admired since you heard about her. The costume was more exposed than you generally dressed from day-to-day. Short shorts, a crop top that was basically a sports bra and bunny ears. “Come on, Sweets! Stop being like this, you know I never dress like this.”

“So why are you starting now?” He squinted his eyes at you. You know his argument was coming from a place of kindness and being the protective brother he was, but it was still annoying.

“Just give me a break, please?” You huffed, “By tomorrow, I’ll be back in my cute little Betty Cooper dress with a Serpent jacket, don’t you worry.” You rolled your eyes and poked the sides of your brooding brother who just rolled his eyes once more.

Then a thought popped into his small mind.

“You’re dressed like that for Cheryl Blossom.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. The two of you were walking down the crowed driveway of Thistlehouse. It was the night of Halloween, and Cheryl Blossom had decided to throw a Halloween bash.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“No I am not!”

“You’re blushing and everything!” He laughed and pointed at your blushing cheeks at the thought of your crush on the schools most popular girl. You have had a crush on Cheryl since the closing of Southside High and the enrollment to Riverdale High. You were expected to hate her because you were a Serpent, but you couldn’t help but be completely drawn in by her.

You never said anything about liking her to her ever, especially once she started dating Toni Topaz — one of your old kindergarten best friends. Your friendship had died out even if she was best friends with your brother and mutual friends.

The two of you got to the front door before inviting yourselves in, quickly seeing your close circle of friends by the corner.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Kevin whistled as the duo got closer. You blushed as your friends complimented you each, Veronica squeezing your arm, “Damn, you look hot!”

Archie rolled his eyes before taking Veronica by her hips and back into his chest, “Yeah, Y/N you look good. Great costume.” Him and Veronica dressed as Hercules and Megara.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“You look amazing, Y/N/N. I see you’re getting out your comfort zone.” Betty commented playfully as she took a sip from her red cup. You lightly chuckled before noticing her outfit as well, her and Jughead dressed as Sandy in the latex suit and Danny Zuko from Grease, “I could say the same to you, Betts. I see you’re in the last musical number of Grease.”

“Don’t I just look positively dashing in my costume?” Jughead sarcastically said, pushing out jazz hands towards you, referring to his Serpent leather jacket and sloppily slicked back hair. You rolled your eyes before taking the drink Sweetpea handed towards you, “Sure, Jug. Sure.”

After that, the group fell into light conversation that was filled with laughs and jokes. “I see Choni is back together.” Veronica commented, taking a sip of her alcohol as she eyed the ex-couple.

“What?” You furrowed your brows before glancing towards Sweetpea and looking behind you at the sight. You knew you never had an actual shot with Cheryl, but the fact she wasn’t dating Toni anymore helped the hope that filled in your chest that maybe, just maybe, she would like you back.

You felt like you couldn’t compete with a girl like Toni Topaz, who was perfect in every way.

Cheryl and Toni had a couples costume. The redhead was Poison Ivy while Toni was Harley Quinn. They looked perfect.

And yet.

You sighed and turned back around with a shrug, “They’re Choni, how could they not?”

No one else knew about your crush on Cheryl besides Sweetpea. It was stupid for you to tell him because he constantly made jokes about it and teased you til the sun rose. You expected him to hate you for it, but it was the opposite. He hadn’t seen you so head-over-heels for someone since your ex-girlfriend from Southside High, who thankfully got transferred to Seaside High. That relationship was the definition of a heartbreak mess.

“Have you guys seen what Ethel is wearing?” And just like that, the topic was dropped.

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After you danced with Veronica and your friends a few times, you went outside to get fresh air and away from the sweaty bodies and atmosphere that surrounded you. You found a door by the dining table that lead to the quiet outside porch. When you slid the door open, Cheryl Blossom was leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette between her fingers and a face of confusion.

You thought about going inside but as soon as you turned, she spoke to you. “You can join me, if you want. I don’t bite.” She took another hit from her cigarette before her arm hung over the side of the railing lazily, she blew the smoke with a soft cloud.

“I didn’t take you as a smoker.”

She shrugged, “Daddy smoked all the time before he died. So did Jason.” she cleared her throat, looking off to the dark, midnight distance, “I don’t usually smoke.”

You nodded before taking your spot beside her, your forearms leaning against the wooden banister like she was. She held the cigarette in front of you, offering it to you. You took it before placing it in your lips — you felt her watching you. “I didn’t take the golden girl of the Southside as a smoker either.”

You blew the smoke from your lips easily, “I grew up in a biker gang, what did you expect?” The two of you lightly giggled before you shook your head, “I actually got smoking from my father too. He does it everyday, all the time. Our trailer, clothes, furniture — all of it, smells like his cigarettes. They’re so normal that you even get burned with them.”

The redhead rose her eyebrows before glancing towards you, who now looked into the midnight distance. You glanced at her, her brown eyes melting into your own. “I tend to overshare.” You airily chuckled before passing the cigarette back to the redhead.

“According to Toni, I don’t share enough.” She quietly scoffed. You smiled towards the redhead with a smirk, “Aw, trouble in paradise?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “Shut up.”

“I was just joking, Cheryl.” You laughed at the small pout on her lips. “If you, like, need to talk .. I’m here.”

She looked over at you and sighed, a few beats of silence, “I broke up with her because I was attracted to someone else and I couldn’t disrespect Toni with having feelings for her and someone else. And .. we didn’t plan on going as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn together it just . . . happened.”

You couldn’t lie and say your heart didn’t sing at the fact she was indeed single and she had a crush on someone that could be you. “What’s the problem besides an accidental couples costume.”

“I’m not sure the girl I like, likes me back.” She looked at you with masked hopeful eyes. She wanted some type of clue to see if you liked her back, but you kept up tall, guarded walls around you when it came to romance and relationships. There was a rumor you had a thing for Veronica, but that was quickly denied. But even after that, the towns most strategic and sneakiest gossips couldn’t get to the bottom of who the golden girl from the Southside wanted to truly date and fall in love with.

You glanced at her with a shrug, “Tell her you like her. If she doesn’t, then she’s simply a fool.” You left it at that and walked back inside where you felt like you took your first true deep breath.

“Y/N! Where were you? We should dance!” Veronica took your hand and tried guiding you into the pool of sweaty, drunk high schoolers but you were pulled away by your other hand and pushed into someone.

You were pulled into Cheryl’s chest, you hands on the side of her shoulders to catch yourself.

The next thing you knew, she had her hand on your cheek, a hand on your waist and her lips on yours. It was warm, and gentle, a kiss you had been dreaming and imagining about since the middle of sophomore year. “Are you a fool, Y/N?” She mumbled when the two of you pulled away.

You cheeks were red, your pupils were dilated and your skin burned with her touch. “I suppose not, Blossom.” The two of you smiled before she kissed you again, and again, and again.

The entire night was filled with dancing, Cheryl Blossom with her hands on your waist as you refilled your cup of alcohol, and the never ending teasing of your friends.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be.

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Stutter

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader comforts Sweet Pea as he confronts a fear of public speaking

Sweet Pea has been in more near death experiences than he can count. He’ll always come away from it laughing a little, everyone chalks it up to shock and they make jokes once everyone is safe and the bruises or wounds have healed by a few days.

“Seriously guys, that was nothing compared to my one true fear.” 

“Nah I would rather do that ten times again than face my real fear.”

“I can handle it, I fear way worse.” 

He has an endless parade of comments and jokes to make and everyone teases that his biggest fear is losing you. He doesn’t comment back on that and everyone keeps teasing him about how hard and fast he’s fallen for you, considering you’ve only been dating for a shorter time.

“Sweet Pea are you okay?” You wave your hand in his face. He’d been staring at Pop’s wall and occasionally taking bites of his burger.

“Yeah, I just forgot about the presentation part we have to do.” He shrugs but you can see the way his hands shake, the same way they do when he thinks you’re in danger.

“You don’t like public speaking?” He chokes out a laugh and you don’t say anything else, you know he’ll just avoid talking about it, but you can also see how truly terrified he is.

“It’s, It’s fine Y/N you don’t, it’s fine you don’t need to bother, I ca-I can handle it on my own.” Sweet Pea’s smile does reach his eyes and you sigh through your nose at him and offer a reassuring smile.

“I Already did this last week, I know you’re nervous but try running through it a few times with me.”

“The problem is it isn’t you! When I think about talking in front of everyone, for class, they’ll, they’ll find out how stupid I am.”

“Didn’t you already get a ninety five on this project?”

“Yes but…”

“So you just have to tell everyone about it.” You smile and Sweet Pea does his best to look convinced, he’s actually a horrible liar.

“How about you just tell me what you want to say now, and I can write little notecards to help?”

“Yeah that sounds good.” He’s not looking you in the eyes and you know he’s just agreeing so you feel helpful but he points to the printed out slides he’s using for reference as he talks. You notice he only stutters twice, and even then it’s only over some of the more complicated scientific words.

“What if you pretend there’s other people here, would that make it worse? Just pretend it’s me and Toni.” He nods and closes his eyes before opening them and restarting the presentation; you notice he stutters four times, and backtracks over half of part of it he had no problem saying only moments ago.

“The notecards might help.” He sighs after he’s been quiet for a few moments, and you realize he’d forgotten what he wanted to say completely.

Sweet Pea grimaces but nods to the teacher who nods back.

“Good job. That’s all for today, we’ll get to the second half of the presentations tomorrow.” Sweet Pea can’t help but chuckle at how Reggie and Archie groan, thinking they had both gotten out of presenting.

“You did so well baby!!! I’m so proud of you!!!” You smile at him, fingers running through his hair as he slumps in the chair gathering his strength for a minute, you know having to do that presentation was terrifying for him, and you’d told everyone to meet at pop’s later. None of them had questioned it, as far as they knew you were the one that had a huge fear of public speaking and Sweet Pea was comforting you.

The class is empty now and you sit on his lap, hands curled in his hair.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” You hum at him and he grins nodding slowly, you can see how tired he is.

“Did you pretend everyone was naked?” You laugh when he blushes.

“Don’t think I could picture you naked and talk at the same time.” He chuckles and then nods towards the door, assuring you he’s okay to go to Pop’s.

“I did just pretend I was talking to you in my trailer, like when we practiced.”

“I mean that did lead to me being naked.” You laugh when he blushes again.

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Dear Sweet pea

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Dear sweet pea,

I thought what we had was love but when i see you talking to her laughing, smiling. All I can think about is what we could have been or what we were a story together. I see she makes you happy 

I just wish we had a better ending to our story. Sometimes I get in my head when i watch the shows we binge watch on your couch in your trailer and think about how you would kiss me on my temple and cuddle into my side when it was a hard day at school.

Fangs and toni stopped coming by to see if i’m still okay which is understandable because it has been 3 months since the last time you kissed me, looked at me, hugged me, talked to me.

School just started up again as you know, but every time i see you in the halls it feels like there is a ghost so in love with a boy that doesn't even know she exists but the boy and his posse doesn't care or are willing to spare a glance.

I love you and you loved me and people change grow but I didn't

—--Love Y/N <33

[purechaosexceptitsdumb]

imagine !0!

After what felt like years of convincing, your friends had finally dragged you (literally,,,) to the so-called, 'party of the century'. You wouldn't exactly describe yourself as the type, but apparently they would be there. That obviously wasn't the entire reason you were going, you just, suddenly felt the urge to become a party person. You could do that, just for one night at least. How hard could it be?

Well, evidently, you had come to regret that sentiment. Were they really worth you getting all dressed up? What were the odds you'd even see them anyways? It's not like you had a plan either, you knew that step one was 'get dressed and look good', that's always how it goes in movies, but then what? They're supposed to be magically drawn to this hot, new, confident aura you're exuding? This was a stupid idea, you realise, far too late, as you stand in front of a door that looked almost as if it were about to fall off its hinges. It was practically pulsating from the strobing lights and deafening music coming from within, and you wondered if coming tonight was a decision made by your better judgement. It was not.

"Come on! It's gonna be fun, let's go already!"

Before you could consider turning around, you were quickly whisked inside by your friend grabbing you by the arm and yanking you into this booze-filled sweathole from hell. It seemed that every corner you turned, you ran the risk of crashing into stumbling idiots or drunk couples aggressively making out against a nearby wall. Your mind began to wander as you watched the closest couple, their hands roaming across each other, tearing away at each others clothes engulfed in nothing else in the world aside from bodies, their passion and the momentary escape from-

"Hey."

Your eyes are torn from the lovers entwined. You knew that voice. This was seriously cliche, wasn't it? You look up, and make eye contact with them. The stupid grin that never could be quite wiped off their smug face, the annoying way they'd look down at you wordlessly, but the expression telling you everything you needed to know. You looked up, and knew you wanted nothing more than to whack them across the face just to get them to stop smirking at you. But by God, what a face to whack. Before you could raise your hands, or even open your mouth to attempt a retort, you felt cool skin against yours and a hand cup the back of your neck. Widening your eyes at the sudden movement, you glance down at their chest, pressed against yours, before looking up to meet their eyes, staring into your own.

"This isn't your scene."

You look sideways, avoiding eye contact.

"I saw you watching Romeo and Juliet over there too. You only came here for one reason, didn't you?"

They tilt their head expectantly, yet again, you stare anywhere but at them. God.

"Yes, or no?"

They whisper into your ear, and you run through every possible scenario you had imagined this night going. This one seemed like a pretty good alternative to the hellish one you had expected, filled with drunks and wanting to leave yet having to follow around your friends all night. Though, if you went with them, it'd mean giving in. Did you really want to give them the satisfaction of knowing you would so easily just run off with them? That they were well and truly the only reason you were here? Provided they hadn't already figured that out for sure, but you doubted it based on this. Pulling this stunt, in a crowd, where people could see? They knew you wanted them, and you knew you couldn't deny it. You always had to go for the cocky ones, huh.

You look up at them, finally locking eyes, and nod.

[supercap2319]

"Do Serpents always do this?" Y/N pulls out his phone and a picture of Archie on his motorcycle in his underwear with a leather jacket on. He's smiling for the camera.

A hint of a blush appears on Archie's cheeks as he eyes the photograph. "Well, it depends on the Serpent. Some of us like to show off what we got, others like to keep a low profile."

"And were you showing off?"

Archie chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "Maybe a little," he admitted with a grin. "But I also happen to think it's pretty damn sexy. But hey, if it gets the ladies - or fellas, in this case - all hot and bothered, why not?"

"Wow. Didn't know the King of the Serpents's son was into dudes." Y/N said.

Archie shrugged his shoulders. "A hole is a hole. No matter the genitals that come with it. And you, in particular, seem like someone I could have a lot of fun with."

"Nice try. I know what you guys do here on the Southside do to fellas like me." Y/N told the red head.

"Oh really?" Archie replied, his eyes glinting with interest. "And what exactly do we do to fellas like you?" He leaned in closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially."

""Beat me up? Steal all my money? Gangbang me? I mean I heard there's no more Southside slut for you guys. What did you do to your last one? Fucked them too hard?" He jokes.

"Touché, sweetheart. You know your way around some nasty talk." Archie replied, grinning. "But listen here, we don't go around hurting people just for the hell of it. And as for the Southside slut rumors..."

"Yes?" he asked, leaning close in curiosity.

"Well, it's true that we like our fun rough and dirty." Archie admitted with a wicked smirk. "But we also know how to treat someone right in bed. And as for the gangbang thing... maybe I could show you how much of a slut you really are."

Archie's eyes glinting with excitement. "Then I'm going to introduce you to the rest of my gang - one by one. They're all hung like stallions and know how to treat a dirty little slut like you."

"What makes you think I'd let you do that to me, or if I'd even be into it?"

"Oh, you'll be into it." Archie assured him with a wicked grin. "You might even enjoy being treated like the little whore you are." He leaned in closer still, his warm breath tickling against the other man's neck. "Besides... I can be very persuasive when I want to be. And I really, really want to make you scream my name."

[lostgirlfandom]

Mother Dearest

Part Two

Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader

Warnings: None, afab reader

Words: 958

Summery: Mama Jones meets Betty

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The next couple of days were spent in bliss. While you hated living in a trailer, it was home. Your family was home. You made sure Jug and JB were going to school, especially after getting Jellybean enrolled in school in Riverdale. You had officially moved back home.

You even got your old job back while FP was working with Fred at Andrews Construction. You got back into the habit of helping Jug with his writing.

One day, when you picked up JB from school you went ahead and headed to the high school to pick up Jughead. You stood in front of the school, leaning against the truck with JB sitting in the passenger seat playing with her Nintendo DS.

As you stood there, you kept getting glances from other students as school was let out. You had your hands in your pockets of your jeans as you crossed your legs with Timberlands on your feet. A flannel was over an old band t-shirt, which you were sure was your husbands from when you first started going out. You also had a jean jacket over that to keep you warm.

You then saw Jughead step out of the school with a pretty blonde girl, a raven haired girl, and a red headed boy. You were pretty sure that was Betty and Archie. Betty you vaguely remember from a couple times she played with the boys when they were younger. You and her mother, Alice, did not get along. Alice was ex-serpent which didn’t settle well with you as you had been a serpent since around the same time as FP. You didn’t trust her after she refused to acknowledge the fact that she came from the Southside.

While you were proud of the fact that you were a Serpent.

“Mrs. Jones!” Archie yelled loudly as he rushed to hug you. You laughed as you hugged him back. You always saw him as a second son and he always saw you as a second mother. You were always supportive of anything the kids did.

“Archie! You’ve gotten taller since I last saw you.” You told him as you let him go and patted his shoulder.

“That’s what happens when you get older.” He sassed with a grin on his lips.

You smiled and smacked him on the back of the head, making it jerk forward and him to scrunch his face up in a grimace. You always hit hard.

You then looked over at Jughead and saw him with his arm around Betty’s waist. You raised an eyebrow and Jug rushed to introduce the two girls. “Mom, I don’t know if you remember Betty, but this is Betty Cooper. My girlfriend.” He said kinda slowly as if he didn’t want you to know. “And this is Veronica Lodge.” He introduced the Hispanic girl on the other side of him.

“Hi, Mrs. Jones.” Betty said with a smile on her face. You smiled back and shook her hand that she held out.

“Hi, Betty. Yeah, I remember you. You sometimes played with the boys when you guys were younger. You guys can just call me Y/N. I don’t mind.” You turned to Archie. “I think I’ve told you multiple times.” He shrugged with a innocent smile. You laughed.

“Jughead, you didn’t tell me your mom was a badass.” Veronica said as she reached out her hand to shake.

You smirked and narrowed your eyes at her playfully. “Well that’s because she’s my mom. Although she has been my role model since I was maybe 5.” Jug said with a tone of sarcasm at the begin. “Not that I don’t love seeing you Mom. What are you doing here?”

You grinned. “You want a ride home, Jug?” You asked.

He made an ‘oh’ face as he threw his arm around Betty’s shoulders. “I was gonna walk Betty home.”

You smiled. “I can drive you both. Come on.” You then turned to the other two as Betty and Jug headed to the truck.

I think Betty was trying to be quiet but I heard her as she whispered to Jughead. “She is so much easier to talk to than your dad.” He chuckled.

“You two good?” You asked the other two high schoolers. Wanting to make sure they got home safe.

Veronica answered first. “Yeah, I’m at the Pembroke and it isn’t that far. Bye guys.” She then made her way in the direction of the Pembroke. You then turned to Archie.

“You good, kid?” You asked him.

“Yeah, dad should -” He was cut off as someone spoke up from behind you.

“Y/N?” You both turned around and saw Fred standing there.

“Hey, Fred!” You smiled. You missed your best friend. You had been friends with Fred and FP since you were all kids.

“Hey, dad.” Archie said as he walked over his dad. Fred patted his shoulder as he glanced at Archie before looking back at you. You smiled as you shoved your hands in your pockets of your jacket.

“Y/N. You’re back.” Fred smiled big at you.

“Yeah, hopefully for good.” You told him. He went to say something else but JB decided it would be a good time to honk the truck horn loudly.

Archie and Fred jumped at the loud sound while you set your face in a grimace of agitation.

“MA!!!! HURRY UP!”

You turned around with raised eyebrows. “Forsythia Penelope Jones!” You said sternly.

She shrunk down back into her seat as Jug laughed at her.

You sighed as you turned back to Fred and Archie who were chuckling.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you guys later.” You turned to the truck and went to the driver’s side with a wave over your shoulder.

[justonemoregayboy]

Night fun

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x male reader

Series: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

word count: 928

Requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading

Reggie gradually wakes up from the dream and is at first not sure what woke him up. He blinks once, slowly, and lets his eyes close again: there is no light in the room, nothing to see, nothing to stop he slipping back into the whispers of the dream that still clung.

Strange dream. Nice. Lying on his back in a field of tall grass and a bright bird singing low to him as he sank into the dark earth. Sweet singing in his ear and soft, feathery touches on his bare skin…

And there, again, bringing him back wide awake. One touch. So light that he was hardly there; a brush of fingers against his stomach muscles, making him automatically clench in response. His fingers trace his abs like a whisper and it's only when they touch the top of his cock that Reggie realizes he's hard.

"...?!"

He makes no more of the exclamation than the first edge before there's a warm, lithe body rolling close to him and there's a whispered sshhh that's a mere puff of sound, a warm exhalation against his mouth that ends in just a buzz of feeling. on his lips when y/n leans in to kiss him.

Oh. Oh, soft, slow kisses that go on and on, one languid tangle of tongues and one press of lips moving into another. Sharing breath. Y/n gently licked the middle of Reggie's upper lip, Reggie curled he tongue around him to tickle Y/n's roof of the mouth. Lazy kisses that almost drag Reggie into his dreams until Y/n suddenly bites he lower lip; a sharp bite that jars his heart and he arches to roll them both under the blanket until he is up between Y/n's legs, pressing him down with a grunt, feeling Y/n's legs wrap around his hips of the.

Y/n's hands were still testing his skin, running up and down his back, his sides, his arms, cupping his face and pulling him down firmly for more kisses that Reggie wasn't even ready for. trying to avoid. And the kisses have lightened again, become shy and fleeting, with Y/n issuing little moans into Reggie's mouth for him to capture, swallow, and dip in for more.

And then Y/n's hands are on his arms again and they grab him and his nails dig in and he squeezes his thighs and grinds them; hard and dirty as alley fuck, making Reggie pull back to gasp down his throat and lean back to thrust down hard so his cock slides together just on the razor's edge. One, two thrusts like that and then Reggie props himself up on one elbow and reaches down with his other hand, engaging Y/n's hips so Reggie's dick slides between Y/n's legs and, on the next thrust, reaches the edge of his hole. .

There's a small ragged breath from Y/n that stops Reggie in his tracks. Too much there? Too fast? And so he stayed still until Y/n breathed in a moan and rotated he hips against him torturously slow; He moans and moans and rubs his hands over Reggie's back, his bottom to push him down further, deeper.

So Reggie moves again, presses back where Y/n is still a little loose, a little wet from when they fucked before bed. He pushes forward; tiny, tight circles of his hips as he moves forward, moving by millimeters, teasing them both with inching as Y/n opens up to him.

He's not wet enough for a smooth glide; hot flesh creeping and giving and clutching around him as Y/n gasps and deliberately clench around his dick and it feels like forever before he's fully inside, balls heavy against Y/n's soft ass, and by then Reggie is shaking with the strain of holding back but Y/n shaking too, gasping for air in little sobs, and she gasps and screams, a high-pitched scream, as Reggie pulls back to slide back in a long stroke.

Neither of them can control his breathing anymore, and his rhythm breaks and he stutters as they move; without wanting to separate, without wanting to stop doing it. feeling tight, full, and wrapped around and within each other.

The darkness presses on them, the heat accumulates between them under the sheets; sweating and sliding their movements, sliding them together faster and harder, deeper with each stroke. Y/n has his head thrown back, gasping for air, and Reggie buries his face into Y/n's neck, moans into his skin as he pushes.

Too good to last long, and then Y/n stiffens, blind-eyed and wide, not seeing in the dark, and lets out a small sound of surprise as it pulses wet against Reggie's stomach and Reggie pushes a one more time and hisses and bites Y/n's shoulder and flinches when he cums.

They stand still together for a long moment before moving, small tremors still shaking them both as their hearts slow to normal and their breathing eases. Then Reggie comes out with one last moan and rolls onto his back, maneuvering and manhandling a slow Y/n until he's pressed against his side, head on Reggie's chest and one leg on Reggie's hips. the.

Y/n's breathing is getting deeper and Reggie lets his hand slide to his boyfriend's ass, running a finger through his hole lightly; feeling the slip of his own release and hearing Y/n give a plaintive grunt before moving his hand again to rest on Y/n's hip.

He inhales deeply, releasing it with a sigh and letting Y/n's slow, sleepy breathing lull him back to his dreams.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Redemption

Pairing(s): Reggie Mantle x male reader

Summary: You and Reggie don’t have a good background. The former always harasses and bullies you. When you were told you had to tutor the football player, you denied the offer, but after being threatened with failing grades, you complied. Reggie takes the opportunity to show you he has changed. 

Warnings: there are no major warnings, mention of homophobia, and flashbacks of bullying

(Hello, my little strawberries! I’m sorry for not posting any actual fics for a long time, but I’m gonna start working on them! Hopefully, by May, I’ll have completed over 30 requests! Anyways, enjoy!

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“I was wondering if you would be a tutor to Mr. Mantle. His grades are slipping, which may cause him to be kicked off the football team.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I’ll have to decline,” you replied.

There was no way that you'd tutor that son of the devil. 

He tormented you since elementary school. It got worse in middle school when news of you being gay got exposed. 

However, ever since you both made it into high school, the bullying sort of stopped. 

Of course, there were some incidents but nothing too severe. 

“I’m sorry to say this, but if you don’t comply, I’ll have to drop your grade to Mr. Mantle’s. You rank in the top 10% and that’ll drop you down significantly."

You were shocked and angry. Shocked because of what he said and angry by the way he threatened to fail you. 

Not wanting to fail, you had to comply. 

“Fine, I’ll tutor Reggie…” you said, eye twitching, and an angry sigh. 

“Great! I hope to see progress from Mr. Mantle. You may leave.” the teacher said, gesturing to the door. 

You nodded and left. 

After getting home, you ran to your room and began to throw things, ripping pages out of some book and destroying your bed. 

Letting out a sigh, you collapsed onto your bed. Staring at the ceiling, debating on what you should do. 

“Should I text him?” you thought, looking at your phone with the screen on Reggie’s Instagram account. 

“I should just go to him…” 

You didn’t live that far from him

It’ll only take fifteen minutes. After debating, you decided to just go to him. 

Putting presentable clothes on, you made your way to Reggie’s place. 

After the walk, you were at Reggie’s door. You were mentally battling whether you should retreat or ring the bell.

Ring the bell side won. The doorbell rang, and you could hear someone coming to open the door. 

Reggie was the one that answered. 

“M/n? What are you doing here?” Reggie asked.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m only here to inform you… I’m gonna be your new tutor. Before you ask, you have no say. You’ll get kicked off the team…” you explained to the jock at the door.

Reggie nodded in acknowledgment. After some time, you leave Reggie’s property. You, for some reason, feel Reggie’s gaze. 

Everyone thought that Reggie was straight. However, ever since the first year, he started to develop feelings. 

He didn’t know where these feelings came from, but he didn’t care. 

During these tutoring sessions, he could make amends with you. 

(Time skip to you tutoring Reggie. Like one week.)

While you were tutoring Reggie, he tried talking to you. Trying to get to know you.

You did tell him some things, but you kept your guard around him. 

He’ll probably use that information to spread rumors.

Reggie mentally frowned, but he was determined to convince you that he changed. 

Throughout the time you were tutoring Reggie, he began to get buddy-buddy with you. 

During tutoring sessions, he would compliment you on how you dressed, your looks, and your shoes. You didn’t take these compliments seriously. 

“You look really nice today, M/n! Liked the way you did your hair.” Reggie said, putting his stuff down and pulling out his books. 

“Thanks…?” you said, not taking what Reggie said seriously. 

Reggie sighs in defeat. Maybe he’ll try harder.

The next few days, Reggie began to meet you after school, giving you your favorite snacks and candies.

He even invited you to come to Pops with him. Bought you stuff that you liked and he even stopped the rest of his gang from harassing you.  

You began to take note of Reggie’s strange behavior. 

“I think he likes you, M/n.” one of your friends commented while licking the popsicle in their hand. 

“No, he doesn’t! He is just messing with me! Trying to get my guard down.” you replied. 

“First stage of denial. M/n, look at everything Reggie is doing. He is giving snacks, and candy took you out to pops, and even got his friends to stop harassing you. He likes you, you’re just in denial.” 

You began to think about what they said. 

Reggie's behavior and actions were clear, he liked- LOVE you.

However, you deny all of this. 

You think it’s one-sided. You weren’t going to fall for this. It was most likely another one of his sick games. 

To avoid this situation, you decided to distance yourself from him. You figured that Reggie no longer needs tutoring since his grade improved.

(Timeskip.)

During the week, you avoided Reggie like the plague. No longer going to his place for tutoring, avoiding places he knows you go and ghosting him on social media. 

Reggie immediately knew what was happening, he had to go in for it.

He wasn’t going to lose you. 

You could hear continuous banging on the door. Automatically knowing who it was. Getting the courage, you went and opened the door to be met with a frantic Reggie. 

“What do you want, Reggie?” you said, tapping your foot against the hardwood floor. 

“I just want to talk to you about something.” you raised your eyebrows. Reggie nervously smiled while scratching his head. You nodded your head, gesturing for him to continue. 

“I… I… I love you.” Reggie stuttered before confessing. “I know I’m in no position to say this after everything I did to you. All the harassment and physical bullying, but since freshman year, I began to develop feelings for you. It only accelerated more when you started tutoring me.”

To say you were lost for words was an understatement. Your mind was in panicking mode like in those cartoons that show what’s going on inside the character’s head. 

“So, would you like to go on a date with me?” Reggie said quietly, but you heard him crystal clear. 

“I won’t say yes… but I won’t say no either. Give me time to process,” you replied, Reggie sigh in relief. At least he wasn’t rejected. 

“Okay…” Reggie then walked away while you closed the door. 

After Reggie’s love confession, you didn't know how to respond. 

Yes, Reggie was horrible and mean to you, but he stopped doing that at the beginning of high school. Maybe he truly changed. 

You decided. 

Reggie was laying down on his bed when he suddenly received a text message. It was from m/n.

“I would like to go on a date with you.”

THE END

A/N: I’m trying to finish all my requests! So, please bare with me at the time of posting. Goodbye, my 🍓little strawberries🍓!

[itsnotyouithink]

RAINY DAYS

fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary; you told cheryl you would be there for her whenever she needed someone. so when she shows up on your doorstep soaked in rainwater with the argument that you were the problem because of the way you made her feel, you couldn’t help but listen.

warnings; mentions of parent arguments (?), mentions of being poisoned, angst and fluff

a/n: kinda new theme ig

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It was a rainy day in Riverdale and while there was chaos in the streets and on peoples doorsteps with mysterious tapes, you were wrapped up in a blanket on your couch watching one of your favorite movies. When suddenly, there was a knock on your door which quickly made you pause your movie.

You opened the door, Cheryl Blossom on her front step with tears streaming down her fair cheeks and her hair soaked to the sides of her face. “You said if I ever needed help, you would be there. So, I need help and I’m here.” The redhead gulped, her hands playing with the end of her expensive skirt unknowingly.

You raised your brows, a light nod as you stepped back from the wooden door, letting the girl in. “Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?”

Cheryl told her exactly what was wrong. It was you. You were the problem that constantly replayed in her mind like her favorite record. Because in all honesty, you were her favorite everything. In the cruel town of Riverdale, you were that face she relied on to make her smile, laugh and enjoy the happy moments she was given. And lately, in every happy moment she was given, you were in it.

“Me?” Your eyebrow made a slight crinkle in confusion. “I’m the problem?”

You were confused. Like, majorly confused. You and Cheryl had a close friendship that started when you transferred to Riverdale High in the middle of the year when the Black Hood attacks first started. But now, it was your senior year in high school and the Black Hood felt like a past nightmare. Even through the trauma Penelope Blossom put you through last year, trapping you in the woods to play a sick game, that ended with you almost dying from poison, the friendship you and Cheryl had just kept getting stronger.

There was a time where Vixens practice had ended and it was just the two of you in the locker room. You were in a bra and underwear while Cheryl was almost completely dressed. You saw her glance at you when you had your back minimally turned, her gaze lowering until you turned around to your locker again for your skirt and shirt. When you turned, she blocked her face with her locker and you didn’t think much about it — you changed in front of each other all the time so it wasn’t particularly unknown.

Unknowingly to you, Cheryl’s cheeks were flustered and her eyes squeezed shut as she quietly gulped to herself as two main thoughts were rushing through her head. One; her best friend was gorgeous. Two; she thought of her best friend the way she thought about Toni that time in the diner where they held hands and the Serpent told her she was sensational.

It was when Cheryl and Toni broke up when things started to get intense and awkward for the both of you. It was the time when you had started noticing certain things about Cheryl that you couldn’t get out of your head.

“. . . These are signs that you have a crush on Cheryl, Y/N.” Veronica lightly smiled at you. She patted your back when the two of you were behind the bar as you mindlessly watched Cheryl dance on La Bonne Nuit’s dance floor with another girl. “It’s senior year and you have nothing to loose. I say go for it.”

The thing was, you did have something to loose.

The Blossoms weren’t the most loved in town and were deemed the Devil’s family. Ghosts and zombies were rumored to walk the halls of Thistlehouse and Thornhill. Your parents didn’t exactly like Cheryl all that much — mostly because of her mother. However, your little sister loved her to pieces.

When she played dress up with your innocent 7-year old sister, that’s when you said to yourself, “Holy shit, I’m infatuated with Cheryl Blossom.”

You were also scared about the redheads ex-girlfriend, Toni Topaz. You were never close to Toni and only kept a few conversations with her in the time you spent at school. But you did know that Toni was a sweetheart — until it came to the people she loved. And Cheryl, was someone she loved and still continued to love.

You never got the full story but the rumor traveling through Riverdale High was that Cheryl was the one to breakup with Toni, which was a surprise to you when Cheryl would go on and on about how amazing her girlfriend was. The only thing you knew for a fact, was that Toni Topaz glared at you every time you walked down the halls but you brushed that off with the theory of it just being because you and her ex-girlfriend were best friends.

You were completely wrong.

“Yes, Y/N. You are the problem!” Cheryl shouted, catching you off-guard. You were home alone, making her escalated voice practically echo through your bedroom. The redhead squeezed her eyes shut, before taking a deep breath. She knew you didn’t like when someone yelled towards you or aggressively shouted because of the past with your parents and there arguments. “I can’t have these type of thoughts towards you because you’re my best friend but, it’s you. And you make all of my happiest moments feel like a euphoric event and my lowest points more bearable . . . because you’re there for me.”

You were in the middle of your bedroom, standing in front of your best friend speechless. She took a step towards you. “You are,” she took a breath, “the most gorgeous and kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. And I think about the small things you do daily like some sappy, broken record. Like, the way you love music so much that you write your favorite song lyrics in the corner of the worksheets we get in class, or how you’re the best older sister to S/N. I’m stupid that I hadn’t connected the dots sooner.”

She talked quickly and breathlessly, her hands moving with every word. “A—and, I don’t know why I’m here practically spilling my guts but, I just wanted you to know.” She got quieter as the last sentence left her red colored lips.

You two were close in proximity. You stood there in silence, everything she confessed registering in your head. The small things. “I saw you look at me in the locker room.” Your voice small and quiet, “And during the football game against Stonewall, I couldn’t help but think the way you looked at me during Cherry Bomb was something other than platonic.” You looked up towards the ceiling for a second while quietly gulping under Cheryl’s gaze. You two were so close that the redhead could pull you by your hips and kiss your worries away.

You looked at her and sighed, “I don’t want to sound like a self-absorbed bitch or something but when the rumors of you and Toni breaking up after the football game surfaced . . . I just couldn’t help but think that maybe it was because . . .” You didn’t finish your sentence, fearful you would be wrong and make an embarrassment out of yourself.

“You were right.” She whispered softly, her hands gripping you waist and pressing you into her while your hands caught yourself against her chest. “I couldn’t think of another woman while dating Toni. It was morally wrong so, I had to because I knew that you would be on my mind for the rest of eternity.”

You glanced down and let out a breath, your cheeks heating up while butterflies flew in your stomach. You looked up to find Cheryl already looking towards you. Her right hand leaving you waist and lightly placed on your cheek.

Your lips were gently placed on hers in a long, sweet kiss that was filled with love as the two of you grinned into each press your lips took. Your arms wrapped behind her neck as you pressed yourself into her. When the two of you separated you smiled and pecked her semi-swollen lips. “I’m going to get you a pair of pajamas because you’ve already made a trail of rainwater to my room.”

It was in that moment where nothing truly matter besides the two of you in your room under the comfort of blankets, television reruns and the sound of gentle kisses with love-filled and meaningful words as the two of you cuddled into each other on your bed. Not the revenge Toni Topaz would seek when the two of you would walk through the halls hand-in-hand that coming Monday, or the thoughts of your parents disapproval.

Just the two of you. In your own world. Against all evil.