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Sweet PeaxReader: Riot Night From Hell, Part 2

Author's note:

This is the second part to this, so if you haven't read the first I highly suggest you do, or this won't make sense! I'm trying to figure out how to make a masterlist so that all the imagines will be in one place, but it's not up yet. Again, italicized text indicates a flashback or memory.

AnYWaYs. Here's the last part to this two-shot

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence against women, semi-graphic violence described.

Jughead POV:

“Hello?”, I answered the unknown number with a sickening feeling of dread.

“Juggie! Long time no see”, a very familiar voice practically sang.

“Penny. Called to brag about the impending war?”, I practically snarled. She giggled with her disgusting, sickly sweet facade.

“Oh Jughead, why brag about something so certain? You should know by now that isn't my style. No, I was calling because there's someone here that I thought should get to speak with you before I take care of her”, she quipped.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Surely she didn't have Betty? I'd narrowly gotten Toni back from those assholes; there was no way that they'd had time to find Bets, right? The growing pit of fear tightened and took hold in my middle. Before I had a chance to formulate any semblance of a response, my anxious mental rambling was abruptly cut off by the angry shouting from an all too familiar voice.

“JUGHEAD DON'T LISTEN TO THIS BITCH”.

“Y/N”, I managed to choke out. My heart had officially sank into the very bottom of my being. They had Y/N. There was an electric crackling sound followed by an agonizing shriek that made my knees turn weak. This couldn't be happening, not to her. Y/N was like the sister that Jellybean never got the chance to be for me; she'd been a constant in my life ever since we were in diapers. Hee homelife sucked, and more often than not she stayed in the trailer with me. She knew me better than anyone, even Betty. She was the first to support my novel about Jason Blossom, the first to welcome me into the Serpents. Hell, on more than one occasion she’d even beaten up the morons that bullied me. All of the memories of Y/N and I flooded my mind; all the times she showed up to my trailer in the middle of the night to escape her father, every movie she and I watched and dissected together, the stupid jokes, each time she fiercely protected me, everything.

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed firmly against my chest as I surveyed the student lounge with my usual mix of disdain and disinterest in equal parts. It was just another day in hell,with the exception of the eerie sense of foreboding; the discovery of Jason’s body had cast a dark cloud over Riverdale High’s student body, that much was clear. Students walked a little faster to class, people walked in groups, and the entirety of the students seemed on-edge. Well, almost everyone.

My attention was fading in and out as Reggie ripped into Moose and Kevin before spouting his insane theories about Jason’s murder. I watched Archie struggle with the vending machine with limited interest, thoughts turning to my own theories and ideas regarding the Blossom investigation, until I heard Reggie utter my own name.

“What was it like Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason?”, the dark haired jock addressed me with a sense of near gleeful malice. I rolled my eyes back so far I almost worried they would get stuck that way like my mom used to tell me. “You didn’t do stuff to the body...like after?”.

“It’s called necrophilia Reggie, can you spell it?”, I replied, disgust and disinterest written all across my face. Reggies face went from smug to angry in seconds, and it wasn’t long before he leapt over the side of the chair he previously occupied and charged at me like a bull released at a rodeo.

“Come here you little--”, Reggie started.

“Leave him alone Reggie”, Archie stepped in front of me, placing himself between the Bulldog and myself. I didn’t quite expect him to step up for me, but I guess it was just part of Archie’s personality. He was never one to allow the Bulldogs to walk all over anyone, unless of course it was only with words.

“Yes Reginald. Do leave him alone”, I heard a voice come from just across the room. I pulled myself out of my musings about Archie to turn and find Y/N leaning against the lounge's doorway. Her arms were crossed, leather jacket pulling lightly against her broad shoulders, and one of her combat clad feet leaned casually against the frame. Her face probably appeared impassive to the rest of the students, but I had known Y/N my entire life and I knew that she was pissed. Her Y/C/E were alight with anger, and her fists were tightly clenched against her arms. Y/N wasn’t fond of any of the Northside kids, but she especially hated anyone that talked down to me or Southsiders in general. She had always been overly protective of me; she always half-teased that she was my ‘big sister’, which I always refused to accept because I was 2 months older than her. She would always say that didn’t matter, it was her ‘maturity’ that made her the ‘older twin’. Regardless, his was going to end poorly for Reggie if he didn’t back off quickly.

Reggie didn’t appear fazed by her sudden arrival for more than a second or two. He scoffed, head turning from Y/N to me and back.

“And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”, he sneered. Y/N smiled her most terrifying smirk; it was the kind of smile that always looked so out of place on her otherwise sweet face, the kind that should be more than enough warning for it’s target. I noted the way Reggie’s face fell fractionally before his cocky facade returned, and I shook my head. Reggie always was a special kind of stupid, and now it was finally going to get him into trouble.

“Well Reginald, I just thought that you should have a fair warning before I’m forced to step in”, she stated simply, choosing to circle the Bulldog slowly like a snake circling its prey. It was almost poetic really; most Serpents didn’t have the correct mannerisms to actually be compared to a snake, but Y/N fit the gang’s name to a T. She was beautiful, but in a completely different way, cunning, smarter than most people, and always slow to strike-- but when she did, you were going to regret ever underestimating her or not heeding the warnings she was so clearly giving. Reggie snorted once more before turning his back on her and facing me once more.

“What, can’t fight your own battles Jones?”, he glowered. “Gotta get your butt buddy here and your Serpent Slut to step in for you?”.

I shoved to make my way past Archie but the redhead blocked my path. Y/N tapped Reggie on the shoulder in a way that seemed too gentle for the occasion. If I hadn’t been present for the previous events I wouldn’t have thought she was doing anything more than trying to gain his attention. But this was Y/N and Reggie and there was nothing innocent about it. As soon as the football player turned, he received a solid punch to the nose. He immediately reeled backwards, blood spurting from between his fingers and profanities spewing from his lips. Y/N chuckled and kicked his shins, making the Reggie fall to his knees clutching his nose and groaning. Her hand flicked out quick as lightning, long nails digging into the soft part of his right ear causing the bloody boy to howl out in pain.

By now we’d gathered the attention of everyone in the lounge. Moose and several of the other Bulldogs stood and rushed over to their friend, but not one dared step in between Y/N and her target. They all just stood tensely, watching the entire thing unfold with looks mixed between disgust, fear, and slight admiration. Veronica, Betty, and Kevin stood together off to the side watching the chaos with wide eyes. I relaxed back into a bored stance, more than happy to let Y/N do her thing. Most people would be worried about the girl in the midst of a fight with a jock twice her size, but I knew better. I watched with a sort of pride as Y/N leaned in close to Reggie’s ear, fingers still pinching his other so hard that it was beginning to draw blood.

“Now, I can let the Serpent Slut comment slide because, honestly, I don’t put much stock in the opinion of a flea-ridden mutt, but the comments about my brother over there need to stop. So, if you value the use of your pathetic face or dick again, I suggest you leave Jughead alone. Permanently.” she hissed. “And don’t think that just because I don’t go to school in this Pep-filled nightmare that I won’t hear about things. Trust me when I say I have my ways Bulldog. This is your first and final warning”.

She released his ear and stepped back. Then she turned to me with a bright smile and a new twinkle in her eye, all signs of her terrifying persona gone as quickly as it came on.

“Ready Jug?”, she asked kindly. I smirked and headed over to the door with her, exiting the school and leaving behind the still shocked faces of the students left in the lounge.

“You know I could have handled that on my own”, I teased, only half-serious. Y/N laughed out loud and shoved my shoulder with her own as we made our way down the steps outside the school.

“Oh Juggie I'm sure you could have, but what kind of big sister would I be if I didn’t help?”, she giggled, stopping for a moment to pinch my cheeks playfully. I swatted her hands away, smile still planted firmly on my face as we stepped out into the cool fall air.

Y/N was so much more than a sister to me. I'd always teased her about calling us twins, but truth be told she was right. She was my family, even more so than my parents or Jelly, because she had chosen to be in my life and actually stay in it. Y/N was the one constant factor in my life.

“Mhm, I gotta say this girl has more fight in her than the last one”, Penny simpered. “Of course we're obviously a bit more impatient than we were previously, and besides Y/N/N and I have some unfinished business of our own”.

“What do you want Penny? What's the endgame here? You've already got all of the Serpents ready to enter the Colosseum and fight, when you and I both know there's no chance of survival. What more could you possibly want at this point?”, I rasped, still reeling in shock and fear.

“I'll tell you the same thing I told your pathetic, fake little twin: don't play stupid with me Jones, you're too smart for that. You,Y/N, and your teenage wastoids did me dirty and I haven't forgotten”, she snarled. “So you'd better show up soon because while I am loving watching Riverdale burn, my patience with you Joneses is running dangerously thin”.

“Surely you know that this won't end well?”, I stated trying futilely to sound more strong than I was feeling. Penny chuckled darkly.

“Oh I know it won't Jughead, but I'm not the one that's going to lose everything. Because if you bring anyone along with you, including your dad or this one's anger management case of a boyfriend, I'll kill her on the spot. No little Red Riding hood hiding out in the woods either. You come alone or don't come at all” she threatened.

“Whichever works for me really”, Penny continued nonchalantly. “Either way I get a Jones all to myself”.

“So if I come to you, no tricks, you'll let Y/N go?”, I asked evenly.

“Course kid. Just show up alone and I'll let the little Serpent Slut go”.

“NO JUG DON'T. SHE'S A LYING FUCKING--”, I heard Y/N start to shout before her voice abruptly cut off. The sounds of sickening groaning and thudding filled the phone line.

“I'd hurry up and make a decision here Jughead. With the mouth on this one we may have to start the party early”. Penny laughed before ending the call.

My eyes were filled with unshed tears, and I threw my fist against the side of the Wyrm in anger. There were no options left, no reprieve from the shit show that had overtaken Riverdale. Y/N didn't deserve this, none of the Serpents did. I wiped my eyes futilely as the tears continued to stream down my face, and dialed the one number I knew could maybe get Y/N out of there alive.

“This is Hiram”, Mr. Lodge answered curtly.

“Fangs getting arrested, the riot, the Ghoulies showing up the night of the riot, with Penny in tow, taking Y/N. None of this is happenstance”, I said, half to Mr. Lodge, half to myself. It was hard to believe that all this could be orchestrated by one mad-man, but then again this was Riverdale.

“Jughead I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about”, he sighed.

“You’ve been buying up everything you could, but you couldn’t buy us, so you paid the Ghoulies and Penny to go war with the Serpents, so you could finally get rid of us once and for all. How much is this costing you?”, I ground the words out of my mouth, still in slight disbelief that they were even real. But they were. This was real, and Y/N, my dad, and the entire Serpent population were in danger thanks to the coward I was currently speaking to.

“I’m hanging up now”, Hiram replied after a few seconds.

“ ‘Cause I have a counter offer”, I practically cut him off. His line went nearly dead; he was silent. “Mr. Lodge?”.

“I'm listening”, he answered finally.

Y/N’s POV:

I sat, or rather perched near a crackling fire while I watched, with more hate in my eyes than I had ever felt, Penny who sat calmly across from me. The orange and yellow flames crackled with a relaxing, sweet glow that did not fit the scenario. My hands were bound behind me with the thickest, sharpest fucking rope in existence. I swear Penny had gone and found the oldest, most uncomfortable length of rope in Riverdale just to piss me off and add insult to injury. Speaking of injuries, I was 99% certain that I had a concussion based on the pounding in my head that was unlike any other I’d ever felt before and the blood that I could feel dripping down my neck. It was as if one minute I was riding with FP, and in the next I was awoken in the worst way possible. Malachai had decided that the best way to rouse me was to shove his taser in my ribs. I awoke screaming, confused and in more pain than I could describe. Being tasered was like someone shoving an electrified fork into my core that was ripping my muscles apart. I would have much preferred the sternum rub that cops used to wake drunks, or even a punch to the face over their chosen method.

“Good morning dollie, did you have a nice nap?”, Penny giggled as I attempted to stand up. I could still feel the remnants of the electric shock coursing through me and it made me feel as if I was going to be sick. One of the two Ghoulies that were holding me up by my armpits decided that I wasn’t moving fast enough. He yanked my head up by the roots of my hair, causing my eyes to water with pain and the wound on the back of my head to throb. Penny walked up to me slowly, eyes staring into mine the entire way. Penny’s eyes were a disgusting pool of emotionless darkness; though her eyes appeared to be a light blue in color, as she got closer I realized that they were speckled with black spots. How fitting. She finally reached me, smiling at me sweetly before sucker punching me straight in the gut. All the breath left my body in a single whoosh, but I refused to cry out in pain. I would not give Penny anymore satisfaction in seeing me suffer. The same putrid Ghoulie grabbed a fistful of my Y/H/C hair and made me look up.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Nothing to say?”, Penny snarled before punching me across the jaw. Stars danced across my vision and I fought hard not to pass out once more. I used every ounce of strength I had to lift my head on my own.

“Penny”, I growled. “What the fuck do you want?”.

“Awww come on now, don't play stupid with me love, you're too smart for that”, she pouted with fake concern. “I want payback from you and all your backstabbing teenaged Serpent pals. Although it seems like the town has already taken care of one of you for me. Pity, he would've been such fun to beat; that sweet little face all twisted in pain”, she risked wistfully. Then she grinned like some kind of demonic Cheshire cat, leaning in dangerously close to my face.

“Speaking of sweet, at least I will still have the pleasure of explaining to your loser boyfriend all the ways I'm going to make you scream before these guys-- ”.

I spat at Penny's face, hitting her directly under her eye. My spit had turned bloody from her punch, and it now adorned her scowling face. Though I knew I would pay dearly for my action I couldn't bring myself to regret it once I watched the Snake Charmer's face go from smug and all knowing to disgusted and furious. I felt a twisted sense of pride in that moment. Penny could do her worst to me, but I would die before I let her speak like that about Fangs, Sweet Pea, or anyone else I cared about. The Ghoulies holding me yanked me down by my arms and kicked my knees out from under me; I fell to the ground in a heap, knees taking the brunt of the fall. Penny wiped my bloody saliva from her cheek with the inside of her jacket before chuckling lightly and kicking me directly in the face. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I felt my lip split in several places and heard the sickening crunch of my nose breaking. Fresh, hot blood squirted and sputtered from my nose like a faucet, and I tilted my head forward in a useless attempt to keep myself from choking on it.

“Think it's time we gave your little brother a call, don't you?”, she asked while cracking her neck in a businesslike manner.

“Leabe him out of this”, I hissed, trying to sound like the bitch didn't just break my nose. Penny laughed.

“Aww that's adorable. You think you call the shots around here doll?”, she asked condescendingly. “Bring her over to sit. Wouldn't want her to pass out again before the real fun begins”.

The men holding me shoved me roughly onto a chair as I fought with every ounce of strength I had not to lose consciousness. I vaguely heard Penny speaking to someone, but largely my thoughts were filled with Sweet Pea. The only reason I was even clinging to reality right now was him; I still wondered if he was okay, and hoped he would be smart enough not to avenge what was about to go down. As I struggled against the darkness that threatened to overtake me, I heard Penny more clearly call Juggie by name, and I fought against all my pain to warn him.

“JUGHEAD DON'T LISTEN TO THIS BITCH”, I screamed with all my might. Surely he must know that there was no way that Penny was going to let me go no matter what he did. I was dead no matter what, but Jughead was an idiot if he brought himself into this too. I didn't have too long to catch my breath before Malachai shoved his crackling taser into my ribs once more. I couldn't hold back the cry of pure pain that ripped it's way up my chest and out through my bloody lips. The taser had dug into me in nearly the same spot as before, and I vaguely smelt the sickening aroma of burning flesh as I began to black out once again. Malachai was having none of that, and he slapped me across the face in order to rouse me. Through the ringing in my ears that hadn't stopped since I'd awoken I vaguely could make out the sounds of Penny luring Jughead to this pit of terror, using me as bait.

“NO JUG DON'T. SHE'S A LYING FUCKING--”,

I was cut of abruptly by one of the Ghoulies tipping my chair backwards harshly until I felt my back hit the ground with an agonizing thud. As if this wasn't enough, he also kicked me twice in the stomach for good measure. I couldn't fight the darkness this time, and I allowed the waves of numbness to overtake me.

I don't know how long they'd left me unconscious, but I did know that they'd moved me once more. I now sat across the fire from Penny, no Ghoulies holding me up. They'd positioned me awkwardly in a chair, the ground around me filled with the gruesome sight of my own blood. As I waited in silence I internally wondered how much blood I'd lost tonight. If my constant struggle against unconsciousness was any indication, probably a lot.

“Look who decided to rejoin the party”, one of the Ghoulies practically giggled. I struggled against the ties that dug into my wrists futilely, anger reigniting as I recalled the events of the night. Penny laughed from her place across the fire.

“Oh please Y/N, by all means please get out of those ties. I’d love to see what you think you can do with all of us here”, she laughed mercilessly. I huffed, ignoring the screaming protests from nearly every part of my body. I settled myself more comfortably in the chair, although there was no way any position was going to be in anyway comfortable given the state of my injuries. I glared at Penny before sending a sickly sweet smile her direction. If I was going to die all because of this raging bitch I was at least not going to afford her the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart.

A twig snapped from somewhere behind me.

Jughead entered the grounds through the brush and for the first time since I was brought here I felt my eyes fill with hot, salty tears. I couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to come here, without any backup. He was going to end up with the same fate as me, and the unnecessary sacrifice from the boy I considered closer than family was too much for my heart to bear.

“You fucking moron”, I mumbled, unable to think of anything else to say. Jughead eyed me up and down with a look of pure sorrow as he assessed my injuries. I briefly wondered if I looked worse than I felt, but quickly dismissed the thought. Nothing could possibly look worse than the way my body was feeling at the current moment.

“The sacrificial lamb arrives”, Penny exclaimed as she stood. Ghoulies flanked her on either side, and the orange glow from the fire made her gaunt face seem even more evil. Jughead reluctantly turned his attention from me and he turned to face her, his expression stoic.

“I’ll remind you of the deal I made with your boss, Hiram Lodge”, he stated lifelessly. “I turn myself into you tonight and there’s no bloodshed tomorrow. Y/N goes free”.

“Yes, apparently getting you two out of the picture is more important to him than an all out Serpent annihilation”, Penny replied. “Kudos”.

“What do you mean the two of us?”, he ground through his teeth. “Y/N is leaving. Now”.

Penny just laughed, the sound of her witches cackle echoing throughout the clearing.

“Let’s just say that Mr. Lodge and I may have, re-negotiated a bit after you called. We agreed that one less Serpent to deal with tomorrow the better off we’ll be”, she sneered. Jughead hung his head, eyes closed and lips pursed in a thin line. “Come on kid, did you really think your sacrifice was really going to save anyone? Y/N gets it, she’s known from minute one. You really should have listened to her”.

“You son of a--”,

“So do I at least get one last cigarette before this thing or what?”, I interrupted Jughead, voice hoarse from screaming. His face snapped up to meet mine, blue eyes filled with so much sadness that I couldn’t help but send a small smile his way. I was really going to miss him.

“That’s your last request?”, Penny chuckled with disdain. I held my ground, staring into her empty eyes with as much contempt as I could possibly convey. Penny shrugged, and motioned to one of her tagalongs. He stepped up to my now standing form, switchblade flicking out in what I’m sure was meant to be a threatening motion as he waved it in front of my face tauntingly. Did he really think the threat of death was really going to faze me at this stage of the game? His uneven teeth glinted against the flickering light from the fire as he leaned down and swiftly cut the ties binding my hands. I grabbed my pack from my back pocket, lighting up quickly and walking slowly over to Jughead, unsure the whole way if my legs would really be able to take me all the way there. I savored the taste of the sweet nicotine as it hit my throat, blowing the smoke out through my nose.

I reached Jug after some difficulty; the eyes of every insane asshole in the clearing were trained on each of my movements, but I mentally blocked them out as I took in the boy in front of me. He looked about twenty years older than I’d last seen him, and I felt a pang in my heart at his change in demeanor. I brought my hand up to his arm, gently squeezing it and smiling lightly.

“Y/N…”, he started, voice cracking. I held up my other hand as a way of silencing him.

“Me too Juggie”, I said simply, trying to show him how much he meant to me through my eyes. Being my twin had its perks, and Jug seemed to understand what I was getting at immediately. He brought his arms around my shoulders gently, hugging me to his chest like he used to when we were kids and I was hiding out from my father. After what felt like only seconds, I disentangled from my brother and turned back to the group with as much strength as I could muster. I took one last puff from my cigarette, flicking it absentmindedly into the fire.

“30-2 huh. You guys that scared of us?”, I sniggered. Malachai and the rest of his posse stalked towards Jughead and I slowly.

“The only scary thing is what we’re going to do to your not-so-little boyfriend when we find him”, he snarled. I blinked once, turning to Jug and giving him a blank look. Then I felt all the rage that had been building all night, hell my whole life, snap from inside me like a rubber band. I was nearly blinded by the intensity of the anger that was aching to come from every pore in my body.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM”, I bellowed as my fist swung out of its own accord and landed solidly in the center of Malachai’s ugly painted face. From that moment all hell broke loose; all the Ghoulies attacked Jughead and I with a kind of insane vigor that I couldn’t describe if I tried. I attempted to fight back at first, but waves and waves of blows were coming down on me like the downpour of rain during the sad montage part of a rom-com. After the first few hits my body became mercifully numb, and I just lay on the ground waiting for the comforting curtain of darkness to overcome me once again.

As I faded in and out from consciousness my mind was flooded with thoughts of my Sweetest Pea. I'd always thought it was all bullshit when people claimed they saw their life flash before their eyes during experiences like these. I also never dreamed that this kind of thing would ever happen to me. But it was, and I could confirm that my entire life with Pea was playing through my mind as I lay brokenly on the cold ground. I couldn't really feel my face at all, but in my head I was smiling as I enjoyed watching each of my memories like a comforting movie.

I recalled the way Sweet's dark curls bounced across his forehead as he laughed that truest laugh that only a select few, me included, could draw from him. I thought of the way his smooth lips would perk up into a smile whenever he saw me and the way his strong jaw felt under my fingers as his lips connected with mine. I heard the moans of pleasure that I took such pride in pulling from him in our more intimate moments. I re-lived the countless lazy days that we spent in our trailers, his strong arms holding me protectively. Nestled in the way I loved to lay on his solid chest when we cuddled in bed; how he would always tighten his hold around my middle and whine whenever I attempted to get up. I was soothed by the memory of his steady heartbeat against my cheeks as his fingers grazed over my back and arms gently. I felt the way his calloused fingers felt when they danced across my cheeks, leaving a small trail of electricity in their wake no matter how many times he repeated the action. I heard the deep, soothing bass of his voice, lips tickling the shell of my ear as he told me he loved me. But above all, I heard my own voice echoing as I promised him that I would never leave him. Tears filled my eyes as I realized that I would be breaking my promise tonight, and I prayed as the world faded from view that he could find some way to forgive me.

Sweet Pea's POV:

I skidded to a stop and barely switched my bike off before I began sprinting to the spot Toni had identified. There was an abandoned fire crackling, with no sign of Penny or her Ghoulies. FP and I shared a glance; his eyes were open as wide as they could go, and he looked almost as terrified as I was betting I probably looked. I only spared a second before sprinting off into the thicket, FP hot on my heels as we entered the brush to search. My head whipped around frantically for any signs of Y/N. I probably looked like a fucking mental patient with the way I tore through the uneven terrain, but I couldn't be bothered to care. The fires of anger in my chest had died down to make way for the anchor of fear, guilt, and panic that was weighing me down the longer I went without Y/N in my arms.

“PEA”.

FP's frantic howl rang in my ears like the sound of the shot that killed Fangs. I whipped around to find him kneeling on the ground a couple of yards away from where I stood. I sprinted faster than I ever had, ignoring the way my legs screamed in protest and the way my heart sank into my feet. I dropped to my knees as soon as I reached my destination, giant unshed tears forming in my eyes and the back of my throat burning at the sight before me.

Next to a badly beaten Jughead lay my beautiful Y/N. Her face was nearly unrecognizable with the multiple cuts and swollen bruises forming across her once gentle features. The plump lips that I loved so much were nearly indistinguishable from the rest of her face they were split so badly, and there looked to be teeth marks on her slender neck. Her Serpent jacket was missing, and I could see several areas of her exposed skin had been either burned or slashed in some way. Her long Y/H/C locks were matted and covered in blood and dirt, and there was blood under some of her nails. The knuckles on her right hand were swollen and bloody; I noted with a sick sense of pride that she likely fought back against the Ghoulies, even though she was outnumbered. That's my girl, never one to go down without a fight. Her body was still, and even as I gently scooped her into my lap she remained cold and motionless; I felt my breath hitch and a sob leave my body when I found that I could not tell if she was still breathing. My shaking fingertips lightly grazed the spot where her once smooth cheeks resided.

“Y/N, baby please. Don't do this to me, you've gotta wake up princess”, I pleaded softly while standing and gathering her up in my strong arms. I began running out towards help. The way I felt her long limbs dangle lifelessly from my hold nearly tore a hole in my heart. I couldn't be too late, it just wasn't possible. She swore she'd never leave me. She promised.

“Pea…”, I almost missed the nearly inaudible rasp that came from her lips as I ran. I came very close to stopping when her unusually tiny voice reached my ears, but I kept going towards the area where I knew Toni had brought her truck.

“I'm here babydoll, don't worry. Everything is going to be alright”, I choked out. She tried to speak again, but I shushed her gently.

“Don't speak Y/N, I'm getting you help. Just stay with me doll. Can you do that for me baby? Just open up your beautiful Y/E/C eyes and stay with me, okay?”, I pleaded, moving more quickly as I spoke. Her dark fan of lashes fluttered weakly as she struggled to do as I'd asked. My heart broke, and I wished with everything I had that my Y/N would be alright.

It’d been an agonizing 2 weeks spent in the confines of a tiny, white, too sterile looking room in Riverdale General. Y/N had been rushed into surgery as soon as Toni and I brought her to the hospital, and since that day had undergone 3 others to attempt and repair the damage that those Ghoulie scum had inflicted. Her internal bleeding was out of control when she arrived, and her lung had all but collapsed from the blunt force she was subjected to. She had nearly half her ribs broken, a broken wrist, broken orbital bone near her eye, and a severely sprained ankle. Her skin was slowly recovering, most of her bruises shifting from deep purple to light shades of yellow and green as time went on. Her skin was stitched in multiple places from either the surgery or the cuts she sustained that night. In total she had over one hundred stitches covering her once smooth skin. She’d also required a skin graft to her upper rib area from some burns that the doctor said were likely from some kind of electrical element. Despite all this, as I sat next to her in the most uncomfortable plastic chair I’d ever encountered and stroked her hair gently, I still couldn’t help but feel like she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever known. Her swelling had gone down significantly, and the splits in her lip had all but healed. I spent hours stroking the back of her hand with the pad of my thumb, staring at those gorgeous lips and wishing that they would part and begin speaking to me in that musical voice that I missed so dearly.

I hadn’t left the hospital for more than an hour at a time since she was admitted. I missed everything from the rumble with the Ghoulies, Jughead’s release, and even Fang’s discharge from the hospital. The others came and visited nearly everyday, most of them trying to gently pry me away from the room for any length of time. I refused each time, berating anyone that would even try to take me away from my Y/N. How could I leave her? It was my fault she was even in here, laying in this bed, broken. I should have protected her better, should have rushed to find her as soon as we got separated at the Sheriff’s station. Guilt washed over me in giant waves as I thought of all the ways I could have saved her. But she swore to me that she would never leave me, and I believed her. She was going to come out of it one of these days, and I was going to be there to hold her once she did.

Currently, it was day number 16 of Y/N’s stay, and just like all they other days she laid motionless on her bed with her chest lightly rising and falling with each breath she took. They’d taken her breathing tube out a few days ago and ever since then I’d sworn I’d never take any of her soft breaths for granted ever again. I used to lay with her on my chest as she slept, my hands lightly resting on her waist as I relished in each gentle snore and soft sigh that left her. If she ever laid on my chest it was an inevitability that she would end up sleeping at some point. Not that I really minded, she was adorable when she slept. She used to say that it was because she loved the feeling of my heartbeat against her face; she said it reminded her that I was still there with her, that I was safe. I always teased her about it, taking pride in the light blush that adorned her face as she stated proudly that my heartbeat was like her own personal lullabye. Now I as I listened to the steady beat of her heart monitor I understood more and more what she meant. I yearned to go back to that time and savor in the moment more than I had. I was situated on one side of her with her smaller hand nestled into mine as I sat and stared quietly at her beautiful face.

Jughead sat on her other side, hands folded across his lap as he stared off silently into space, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Jughead visited more than anyone else, even after he was discharged himself. He always sat stoically on the other side of her bed, and he was the only one who never pressured me to leave the room. I appreciated his silent support more than he could ever know, and I took a large amount of comfort in the fact that Y/N would be so proud to see her “two best boys” getting along for once. I only wished that it were under different circumstances. Jughead seemed like he understood how I felt better than anyone else.

The amicable quiet of the room was broken as he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, rising slowly. I didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know that it was nearly 9pm. Though they’d made a special exception for me, most visitors were booted from the room at 9. Jughead put his coat on slowly, and bent down to press a light kiss to Y/N’s temple.

It was funny, I’d never pegged Jones for a softie, but when it came to Y/N he seemed like the most affectionate person. I wasn’t very fond of him at first, but over time I came to understand that he and Y/N really did care about each other like, well, twins. They had an odd relationship, that was for sure, but I was more okay with it than most people would probably assume. I trusted Y/N with every fiber of my being, and if she said that Jughead was nothing but a brother then I believed her. With one last nod in my direction, Jones exited her room and I was left alone once more with my girl. Grabbing her hand in both of mine I began to smooth out the rings that I’d insisted be placed back on her fingers. Y/N was so particular about her rings, even more than me, and it seemed wrong that her hands should be bare. It just didn’t fit her. I sighed brokenly as tears filled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time since she’d been here.

“Hey babydoll, it’s me, Pea. I don’t know if you can hear me or not, the doctors claim that you can, but I’m not sure if I believe that or not. But anyways, I just wanted to ask you again to please come back to me. Please”, my voice cracked as my tears fell like rain onto her soft hands, soaking down into the thin hospital sheets that covered her. I went through this speech each night, begging for her to open her eyes and look at me. Begging for her to squeeze my hand or give me some sign that my Y/N/N was still in there. Each night I lost a little more hope that she would respond, and each day the cement block that had lived in my stomach since the day I carried her here in my arms became just a little heavier.

I continued to speak to her until my voice was hoarse. I talked about whatever I could think of, rambling on for as long as I could. Sometimes Betty or Jughead would bring by some of Y/N’s favorite books, and I would spend the lonely nights reading out loud to her. Some nights, like tonight, I just spoke about nothing like we used to do together.

Eventually I faded off into a restless sleep, head laying on her lap and hand still connected with hers. My dreams, if I had any at all, were always filled with her smiling face. Tonight was no exception, and my head was filled with images of her smiling face. She was just as beautiful as ever, clad in her favorite outfit with her radiant laugh echoing over and over. She held me close to her, and she seemed as happy as I’d ever seen.

“Pea…”.

I heard her musical voice call out to me as she beckoned me closer to her.

“Y/N…”, I murmured.

“Sweet Pea... handsome…wake up”,

I frowned. What did she mean? I didn’t want to wake up, my dreams were the last place I still had with her. I shook my head sleepily.

“No…”, I muttered stubbornly, reaching out for her quickly. Her dream-face broke out into a devious smile and she quickly hopped away from my reach. I stared in utter confusion, and it wasn’t long before I heard her beautiful chuckle echo and felt the ground around me shake lightly.

“Baby, please wake up”.

I groaned and sat up slowly, neck sore from the position that I had slept in. My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to re-adjust to the bright lights of the room. And once they had, I needed a double take to ensure that I was really seeing what it looked like I was seeing.

Y/N was sitting up, albeit a bit awkwardly, in her bed with her eyes wide open and a fond smile on her face. Her hands were tangled in my dark, unwashed locks as she brushed my hair back from my face. Her eyes were filled with such love that it took all the breath I had in my body away for a moment as I gaped dumbly at her. She chuckled lightly, removing her fingers from my hair and taking my hand in hers.

“Boy, and here I thought you’d be happy to see me”, she croaked playfully, squeezing my hand. I finally snapped myself out of my trance and practically attacked her with a hug. I couldn’t believe it, she was finally awake, and I had almost fucking slept through it. I held her in my arms for an immeasurable amount of time, taking absolute pleasure from the way her arms tightened around my body and her slender fingers danced through my hair once more in a soothing motion. I could’ve held her like that for the rest of my life, but after what felt like only a moment I heard her slightly muffled voice come from the depths of my chest.

“Uhm carefully Pea, ouch”, she muttered. I immediately pulled back from her as if shocked by an electric current. Of course that hurt moron, I thought to myself. Sitting myself on the edge of her bed, I decided to gently rest my hands on the sides of her face instead, thumbs gently rubbing across the healing bruises on her smooth cheeks.

“It’s really you”, I murmured softly, still not convinced totally that this wasn’t just a dream. I felt her smile against my hands before she took one of my hands and kissed my palm lightly before returning it to its place on her cheek.

“Of course it’s me baby, who else would it be?”, she whispered. As she leaned her face further into my hold, her eyes fluttered shut slowly, and I panicked.

“Y/N?!”, I cried. Her eyes shot open and she frowned resting her hands over the tops of mine, rubbing soothing circles with her fingertips.

“What? What is it?”, she exclaimed, eyes wide. She removed her hands from mine in order to grasp my face gently, mirroring my previous position. Her soft hands stroked against the tense muscles in my jaw, patiently waiting for my response. Realizing I had overreacted I cast my gaze downward as I removed my hands from her face and attempted to slow my now shallow breaths. Y/N was having none of that, and she brought her two fingers to tilt my head back by my chin.

“Pea, handsome?”, she questioned softly. I sighed.

“I just...please don’t close your eyes like that”, I muttered, slightly embarrassed. “I thought I lost you again”.

Her eyes were immediately remorseful, and I nearly got lost in the deep pools of emotion that I had been missing for far too long. She patted the spot next to her in her bed.

“Come lay with me Pea”, she said nearly inaudibly. I shook my head.

“Not a chance babydoll. You’re still too injured for me to pull that off without hurting you”, I reasoned, grabbing her hands in mine and squeezing them softly. She frowned.

“I don’t care Sweets. I just want you to be here with me, that’s all I’ve wanted for the last however long it’s been”, she said softly, tears forming in her big Y/E/C eyes. My resolve nearly crumbled at the sight of her sadness, my heart screaming to do whatever she said. But my more rational side wouldn’t let this go on without a fight.

“Babydoll… “, I started to argue with her, but she shook her head wildly.

“Sweet Pea please….”, she pleaded. I sighed once more, any ideas of denying her what she wanted out the window. I slowly slid up the bed and gently brought Y/N to my chest, tucking her head gently under my chin and savoring the way she let out a sweet sigh of contentment. I nestled my face into her hair, and she mirrored my action but into the crook of my neck. For the first time in nearly 3 weeks I felt at peace. We laid like this for a while, Y/N’s hand circling the place over my heart lovingly like she used to do back in my trailer. I nearly fell asleep once more, but fought the urge in favor of savoring the moment for as long as it lasted. I’d waited half a month for this day, and I was damned if I was going to let sleep ruin it. I was so lost in my musings for a moment that I almost missed the soft words that came from Y/N’s mouth.

“Pea…”, she murmured sleepily.

“Yeah baby”, I answered softly. She yawned.

“I’m going to fall asleep handsome. Please don't be scared”, she said, eyes nearly closing again. “I meant what I said when I promised not to leave you. It’s gonna take a lot more than Penny fucking Peabody and some Ghoulie trash to take me away from you. I love you Sweet Pea”. My heart soared as she slowly moved to kiss my neck, just where my Serpent tattoo was placed. I unintentionally shivered and she smiled her trademarked little smirk, though her eyes remained closed.

“I love you so damn much Y/N”, I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head gently. She tightened her hold around me slightly. “Get some rest babydoll, I’ll be here when you wake up”.

“You promise?”, she muttered, already halfway asleep. I chuckled lowly.

“Yeah baby, I promise. I’m not going anywhere”, I vowed.

“I don't want you to worry”, she whispered. I chuckled lightly, placing the gentlest kiss I could muster to her forehead.

“Little late to that game babydoll”, I teased lightly. My cheeks hurt from the smile that had been etched on my face since she woke, but I couldn't bring myself to care. “It's alright beautiful, sleep. I'll be here when you wake up”.

“I know you will be”, she muttered, eyes finally creeping shut as she snuggled in closer to my side.

“Sweets…”, she breathed after a few minutes of silence. I'd thought she'd fallen asleep in all honesty, and my eyes were closed too as I sank into the easiest sleep I'd had in weeks.

“Mmm”, I answered quietly.

“I promised you I'd always be there”, she murmured against my neck. “I still will be, I love you Sweetest Pea”.

I opened my eyes to see her, seemingly asleep. Her hair was covering part of her face, and I gently brushed it to the side. She didn't stir at my action, and I took it to mean that she was now fully asleep. I smiled once more in utter peace as I whispered in her ear.

“And I love you my gorgeous, smart, badass, loveable babydoll”.

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galaxyrose10 · 6 years

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It’s Okay.

Summary: Sweet Pea and (Y/N), a recently broken up couple, are trapped in the rain, in a broke down truck, for the entire night. Can they make it through the night without killing each other?

(A/N): I’ve been insanely busy with summer work due to school starting up in like a week and a half? I think I’ll post more during the school year than summer. Ironic...

Warnings: sad Sweet Pea and reader, angst all the way, fluff at the end, mentions of Penny Peabody. (yes, that’s a warning.)

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I didn’t want to be here. It was supposed to be a simple run, there and back, breaking down wasn’t part of the plan. I could be home, on my couch, in comfy pajamas, watching Orange Is The New Black, but that’s not how this night turned out. Around midnight, I ended up getting a phone call from F.P saying that I’m needed for an emergency.

Now I’m in the worst storm of the year with my ex-boyfriend.

“You’re going to have to talk to me eventually.”

“No, I don’t, Sweet Pea. I’m going to sit here and wait for Fangs to come and get us.” I snapped back.

“I get that we aren’t exactly friends anymore, (Y/N), but do you really want to sit here in silence? I know you hate it and Fangs isn’t coming until morning.”

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. Fangs wasn’t coming to get Sweet Pea and me until morning because it was “too late”. I didn’t even want to be here, I agreed to go on this run with Sweet Pea because, for some reason, Toni couldn’t go. I wasn’t expecting the truck to break down halfway on the way back. Now, it’s the middle of fall, pouring down rain and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with my ex-boyfriend.

“You’re right, I do hate awkward silences. They make me freak out.”

“What better way to break it than talking?”

I just put my headphones in and started blasting music into my ears.

“I see that you still listen to Imagine Dragons.” I heard him say.

“Obviously, I’m not listening to them loud enough.”

“Listen, I’m sorry, I know that no matter how many times I say it, it won’t make a difference, but please (Y/N), just let me explain, I think you’ll understand.” Sweet Pea tried to reason.

“Understand? No, I think I got the picture when you called me a clingy, overbearing, ditzy bitch! There’s nothing much clearer than that! You can’t just try and explain everything after it's’ happened. You fucking broke my heart Sweet Pea! You can’t fix this.” I screamed, starting to get out of the truck.

“(Y/N), it’s freezing.” he started, “Please stay, we can fix this.”

“No, we can’t, Sweet Pea.”

I slammed the door so hard, I was shocked that the window didn’t shatter into a million pieces. I started to pacewalk, then I heard a car door open and I heard Sweet Pea calling my name, pleading with me to come back. I soon felt hot tears roll down my frozen face as I started running, practically sprinting, anywhere to get away from here.

I ended up collapsing onto a park bench. I forgot that when you’re running in the freezing cold rain, you tend to tire yourself out even faster. I didn’t know where I was, what time it is was because my phone died, and was completely heartbroken all over again. Just remembering everything that had happened, brought tears to my eyes. I just kept crying, the tears were endless. I laid down on my back, letting the cool rain hit my face, an attempt to calm down. I was freezing, however, and the sound of the rain, along with the exhaustion from crying, knocked me out cold.

~Time Skip~

I was zoning in and out. At first, I saw myself being carried, then I saw a car. Next thing, I know, I woke up in the back seat of the truck, the heat overwhelming my senses. I sit up a little too quickly, adding to my growing headache. I glance over at the radio to see it’s fucking only 3 in the morning. I can’t believe I’ve only been gone an hour and a half. The sound I hear is the rain pounding against the roof of the truck. I also see Sweet Pea knocked out in the driver’s seat. How long have I been out? I move around in the back seat to try to find a comfortable position, the truck is pretty old, so I’m making a bunch of noise, unintentionally of course.

I hear shuffling in the front and I look to see Sweet Pea wide awake. “Are you okay?” I could hear the sleep dripping from his voice. I can’t say that I didn’t miss waking up to it.

“What happened? I have a pretty good idea but, I’m really confused.” I admitted.

“After you left, I thought you were close by, but when you didn’t come back and I couldn’t see you, I ran out and you must’ve passed out from the cold. I carried you back here and ended up falling asleep.” he explained, climbing in the back seat with me.

“Thank you.”

“You’re talking to me?” he asked in awe.

“Well, you saved my life. It’s kinda hard to ignore you after that, not that it was easy before.”

A comfortable silence consumed us, the humming of the heater filling the space.

“What happened? Did you fall out of love with me or something? Was there someone else?” I paused, taking deep breaths to prevent me from crying. “Please, I just need to know so I can move on. I need some closure.”

I heard a sigh escape his lips before he cupped my face, turning it to make me look into his eyes.

“I didn’t want to break up with you. It wasn’t a choice. It was to keep you safe and out of the mess Penny dragged us into.” Sweet Pea paused, trying to control his emotions.

Even though I was a serpent, I never made drug runs for the Snake Charmer.

“I didn’t want you to get dragged into this. I wanted to keep you out of it. Somehow, Penny found out and said if I didn’t start focusing on whatever the hell she wanted, she said she’d pull some strings and you would end up caught in the fucking web. Breaking your heart was better than seeing you in a body bag.” He justified, letting the tears cascade down his face.

I felt like such a idiot. The sight of tears falling from Sweet Pea’s eyes made me feel even worse.

“I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t risk your life. You mean everything to me, and I fucking love you, even if I had to let you go.” His voice broke completely as my heart ached even more.

“I still love you, Sweet Pea. Listen to me, I understand what you were trying to do and obviously, you couldn’t keep me out of Penny’s drug ring, but if I hadn’t gone, would’ve you told me that?” I questioned.

“Honestly, probably not. I didn’t know how to just come to your house and explain all of that, but, when you showed up tonight, I was ecstatic. Even if this was the last place you wanted to be, I was so glad that I could see you.”

I shut him up with a gentle, but passionate kiss. He kissed back as his hands flew to my waist, pulling me closer as if I’d leave if he let out.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He pulled me against his chest for a hug. “It’s okay. Look at me. Everything is out in the open, and listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been such a bitch to you this whole time. I was way out of line and you still went after me. We’re going to be okay. Okay?” I asked, sobbing into his chest.

“I love you,” I whispered as I laid down on his chest,

“I love you too,” he mumbled into my hair.

We both dozed off to sleep, holding each other close, in the same position Fangs found us in that morning.

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea #riverdale #riverdale x reader #sweet pea fanfiction #sweet pea fanfic #riverdaleimagine #sweet pea imagines #riverdale imagines #sweet pea serpent imagine #riverdale x you

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sweetsfuckingpea · 6 years

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Cuddling is my kink and I’m back mom

OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN SO WORRIED

#riverdaleimagine

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shejustkeepswriting · 6 years

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“Right Here Waiting” Part I - Cole Sprouse x Reader Imagine

My very first Tumblr post and first Cole Sprouse imagine. :D

Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

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Song Inspiration

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You and Cole have been best friends since college. You met in NYU during freshman year.

Cole is your go-to when it comes to school projects, researches, and well, advice.

Your course is different from his, but you shared a subject or two, and some random after-school activities together. Like Cole, you were fascinated with history, video games, and photography.

He was the one who was there for you when you were struggling with your relationship with your parents, he even welcomed you to his apartment when you were looking for a new place. He doesn’t even want you to move and insist that you live with him instead so you can both go to and walk home from school, and he also want you to save so you can find a better apartment in the city. But you said no because at that time, he was living with his girlfriend and you don’t want to cause any problems with a relationship that you think would last forever.

Cole was the one who was there for you the day you lost your dog, Charlie. and to make up for it, even if he doesn’t have to, he gave you a puppy on your birthday, you named it after his character in that popular Disney film—

“Here, name him Cody, so you’ll always remember me.” He said while holding this cute little bundle of pure joy.

“How about Ben?” you both laugh.

You were there for him when he and his ex-girlfriend broke up. Cole calls you in the middle of the night, telling you stories, and you were always there for him, assuring him that the right one will come soon.

You’re wishing, hoping, and praying, that it would be you…

You fell in love with him the day you first saw him, the day he accidentally spilled his to-go coffee on your NYU shirt while you were in the train going to Brooklyn.

Since then, everyday with Cole is like sunshine. No matter how bad things have become, every time you text, call, or talk to him in person, it gets better in the end.

But you decided to keep your feelings to yourself. Afraid that Cole might stay away from you, worst, you are scared to the idea that he doesn’t feel the same way and that this feeling might destroy an amazing friendship. So you just cherish all the moments you spend with him. Late nights where he would come to your apartment and ask you to have coffee and just talk about art, poetry, and history. The quiet times you two spend in the library, even in silence, every thing seems perfect—as long as he is around.

On the day that he introduced his then girlfriend to you, it broke you to a million pieces but still supported him, because after all, he is, and will always be, your best friend.

And for long, you endured and accepted that he is with someone, happy, and contented. Seeing him with the girl he loves is bittersweet but you know that as his best friend, you are the first person to be happy for him.

Graduation came and you were very emotional. You knew that in a few days, you have to go back to Washington and leave New York, leave your friends, leave the city that became your home for the past 5 years, your apartment, and the coffee shop across the street where you spend a lot of time doing your homework.

Leave your heart, and the man who’s holding it.

Cole will remain in New York. He has plans to apply for graduate school and pursue Archeology full-time and his photography as well. You will be away from him. Miles and miles away. and that thought hurts you to bits. How can you leave the man you cared about? The man you love? The man who makes you happy? But change is inevitable. You have responsibilities and dreams to pursue.

Cole promised to always keep in touch.. “y/n, I will keep in touch, I promise. You might be in a different time zone but I’ll still bug you.” he said assuringly. “and besides, you can always fly back here.”

“...or you can fly to Washington!” you said

“If it means I get to see Cody, and your annoying face, sure!”

You both laugh. And in that little moment, the sadness eased a little.

Since every one will be busy preparing for the next chapter in their lives, your friends arranged an after party to celebrate this memorable day. You and Cole attended and minutes before you open the door, it occurred to you that you should finally let him know how you really feel. Besides, you’ll be miles away from him, so telling him now probably won’t hurt. At least, in your last days in the city, you finally did what you had to do.

Entering the building was like going through an obstacle course. You feel so uneasy and your heart is beating so fast. Cole noticed this.

“(y/n), everything alright?” he said, with a hint of worry in his eyes

“I’m fine.”

“no you’re not.”

“I am. it’s uh...”

“what?”

“my feet. Yes, my feet hurts, I haven’t removed these babies since the ceremony.” You said, pointing at your heels.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Cole said, with a little concern

“oh my.” you told yourself. “No, silly. Let’s just take the elevator” you said to him

You and Cole entered the elevator, it’s a little awkward to you because it was just the two of you. But Cole was very relaxed.

You stood there in silence. Until Cole pulled you back into reality

“That’s it” he said

“What?”

“You are not okay. C’mon what’s wrong? Tell me.”

“Cole. Nothing. I am fine. okay?”

“No, you’re not.”

“Why do you say so?”

“I know!”

“How?”

“Because ever since we entered this elevator you didn’t pressed any button, so we’re literally stopping in every freaking floor inside this building“

You stared at him

“Oh no, sorry, 15th” you said, pressing the button.

Cole crossed his arms and looked at you. You felt a little uneasy.

“C’mon, y/n, what’s wrong?” he’s getting serious now.

“This is it” you told yourself. “I should tell him now. Right here”

“Okay!” you said. “There is something I need to tell you”

“What is it?”

“Uhm, Cole, buddy, you’re my best friend. So I should tell you”

“Tell me what, y/n?”

You took a deep breath

“Oh no,” you were thinking. “This is it. I’m about to let it out”

“y/n?” Cole said

“Cole... I...”

“What?”

The elevator door opened and you can hear the music coming from the party.

You gulped.

“I... I like you.”

...to be continued.

#cole sprouse #cole sprouse x reader #jughead #jugheadjones #jughead x reader #imagine #riverdale #colesprouseimagine #colesprouse imagine #riverdaleimagine #cole #colexreader #cole x reader

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jordanbakeraa · 6 years

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Imagine Sweet Pea being this happy when you say yes to him asking you out

(Toni Cousin who lives on the Northside)

Toni: what happened

SP: I asked out a girl and she said yes

Jughead: what girl

SP: (y/n)

Toni: *inhales* you asked out my cousin

SP: yeah.....

Toni: 10 seconds

SP: runs*

#sweetpea #sweetpeaimagine #riverdaleimagine #riverdale

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g1ngersp1ce · 7 years

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Dance With Me, My Darling

Veronica x Reader

Reader is Archie’s twin sister, and gets insecure about whether she’s good enough for her love. A/N- Sorry if this isn’t great, it’s my first published fic! Let me know if you would like any more of this pairing or my writing in general <3

“Y/N/N! Ronnie and Betty are here!” My brother, Archie, called through my door. I could feel his nervousness through his uneven knocking, and I wasn’t feeling more confident. I stood at my mirror in my little bedroom, desperately smoothing the non-existent wrinkles in the skirt of my black, velvet, halter-neck dress. The cut was beautiful; the hem reached just longer than my mid-thigh, the skirt was made of floaty tulle that curved gently out from my waist, and the neck stretched to almost my collarbone. It was sleeveless, soft, and just my style, and paired with white flowers tucked into the wrap-around half-up braid in my ginger hair and the matching black velvet heels that Veronica had pointed out for me last week in town, I could actually admit that I looked beautiful, despite all my issues with my body in the past.

“Y/N/N, come on!” Archie’s voice sounded more on edge by the minute.

“Okay, just give me a sec!” My voice sounded just as tense as my twin brother’s did. As I checked my dress for any crinkles for the thousandth time, I heard my bedroom door slowly creak open. Archie could tell that I sounded nervous- we’d always been close, and we’d grown to feel each other’s pain like it was our own.

“Wow,” Archie’s voice was gentler as he closed my door, “You look… wow.”

“Shut up.” I smile, turning away from the mirror to see my brother dressed to the nines in a flawless black tuxedo with a matching bow tie, undone and splayed over his collar, “You look okay too, I guess. What happened with your tie?”

Archie made a face. “Ha, ha. Dad’s busy in the garage, so he wouldn’t tie it for me. Help me?”

I walked over to Archie and began to weave his tie into the correct shape. “So, you’re going with Betty, huh?”

“Yeah. Jug didn’t want to go, so I said I’d keep her company. You know Jughead; dances aren’t really his thing.”

It was true- it was no secret between the five of us that our best friend, Jughead Jones, would much rather sit in Pop’s with a milkshake and his laptop and brood than be seen at a school dance. He loves Betty so much, but Betty understands not to push him out of his comfort zone, as we all do.

“What a hero.” I smiled, tugging the fabric of Archie’s tie through a loop, but I could tell that he could see right through my weak façade. Archie frowned.

“What’s wrong, Y/N/N? Tell me. Is it Veronica? What-”

“Nothing’s wrong with Veronica,” I said, frowning a little myself as I try to remember the next step of tying the bow tie, “She’s perfect.”

“Then what’s got you so nervous? You’re my best friend and twin sister, Mia, I know when something’s wrong.”

Finishing the tie, I smoothed the bow and turned away, sitting on my bed with a sigh. “It’s just… I’ve never been to a dance with a girl before. What if everyone judges us? I know I shouldn’t worry about this, and I know I’ll be safe with Ronnie, but… you know what I mean, right?”

Archie smiled and came to sit beside me. “I do. If people judge you, Y/N/N, then that’s their problem, not yours. You’ve been with Veronica for six months, and people have been fine with it so far, right? People can see how much you love Veronica, and how much she loves you, just by looking at the two of you together. You know I love you both, and so does Betty and Jug and Kevin, so if anyone tries to get in the way of you two, they’ll have us to answer to.”

I looked up from my floorboards to Archie’s earnest eyes. I thanked God for my brother in that moment. “So you’ll be all big-brotherly and fight off anyone who hurts me?” I said, smiling.

“You bet I will. That’s if Veronica doesn’t get there first.” Archie grinned. I laughed a little at the thought, already feeling more relaxed- if it came down to it, Ronnie would probably be the first person to skewer the person who hurt me with her icy dagger.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“No problem. Now, let’s not keep our dates waiting. You ready?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I took a deep breath, and Archie extended his hand to help me stand up. Just before we left my room, Archie squeezed my hand and smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes.

“You really do look beautiful, Y/N/N.”

“Thank you, Archie.” I said, smiling and nudging his broad shoulder. Feeling completely relaxed, I nodded at my brother, who took my arm through his and led me out of my room, letting me stop to grab my black bag with my phone and keys in it on the way out. Downstairs, we could hear the mumble of chatter between Betty and Veronica. I smiled at the thought of my girlfriend, clad in a stunning dress, probably, waiting for me, and I felt a lot surer of myself. Archie slowly led us down the creaky wooden staircase, and once we reached the bottom, I looked into the kitchen and locked eyes with Veronica, and I suddenly felt at home. Her chocolate-brown eyes were wide as she took in my outfit, and I could feel a blush in my cheeks already. She looked gorgeous, as always, in a black sleeveless dress with a lace back, which had a long cut-out that stretched from her neck to the small of her back. Betty looked adorable in a pale blue dress that complimented her pale skin perfectly.

Betty whistled as Archie let go of my arm and followed me down the hallway towards the kitchen. I let my hips sway a little, mainly for Veronica’s benefit, and I watched as she flickered her eyebrows, knowing the game I was playing.

“Betty, you look amazing!” I greeted my best friend, leaning in to squeeze her tightly. She squeezed me back and grinned as we pulled away.

“So do you, that dress is incredible!” Betty opined, softly touching the tulle of my skirt.

“Thanks, Bets.” I smiled, before turning to Veronica. We were pretty much the same height on a regular, converse-wearing day; I stood at 5’ 3” (almost 4), with her an inch shorter, but with the help of both of us wearing heels (mine were three inches, hers must have been around the same) she stood at exactly my height, which I loved.

“Hey, Ronnie.”

“Hey.” She smirked, standing up straight and taking my hand. She pulled me close and pressed a sweet kiss on my cheek, which made a thousand butterflies all flap their wings at once in my stomach. “Shall we get going, my loves? The music will not wait!”

“Okay, Ronnie,” Archie laughed, tucking his keys inside his tux pocket, “Who’s driving?”

***

A little while later, Ronnie and I were sitting in a couple of chairs at the side of the room, faces flushed after dancing and jumping around with Arch and Betty for a fair amount of time. My feet were aching, and my head was pounding, but I was with Ronnie, so everything was okay. I’d stopped caring what our classmates were thinking of us a long time ago.

Veronica was sitting with her head on my shoulder, my arm around her waist, just catching her breath back. My legs were crossed, and every so often, I would kiss the top of her head or stroke her hair away from her eyes, while my hand traced patterns into her side. She smelled of chocolate and expensive Miss Dior perfume, and to me, the smell was more intoxicating than any alcohol, and it comforted me. We were content this way, but then, the DJ spoke up to announce a new song, a slower, more romantic melody that Veronica and I knew very well- ‘All Through the Night’ by Sleeping at Last. It was our song. Veronica had had it playing in her room the night of our first kiss- we had just got back from the closing night of the Twilight Drive-In, and Veronica had invited me in for coffee, and… well, you can guess the rest.

I smiled into Veronica’s hair as I heard the familiar melody, and Ronnie lifted her head from my shoulder as she heard it too. Her eyes were alight, and I knew she was about to ask me something that I wouldn’t be able to say to no to.

“Dance with me?”

“I’m tired, Ronnie…” I pretended to be aloof, as if I had a choice, but my heart was burning with the urge to have her hold me in her arms. Veronica stood up and took my hands, dragging me with her, and gave me her most adorable puppy-dog eyes. Her dark eyelashes fluttered a little, a pout on her lips, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist her eyes for much longer.

Veronica pulled me close, taking my other hand and linking our fingers. Her voice was soft and alluring as she whispered to me, “Dance with me, my darling.”

Despite the music, I could hear her loud and clear, as though she had spoken the words right in my ear. My heart ached for her, but I was too drawn into her trap to speak, so I just nodded and smiled. Veronica squeezed my hands, a blinding smile illuminating her face in the dimness of the gym, and turned to lead me into the crowd of swaying couples. Being Veronica, she guided us into the centre of the room, before she spun back around and faced me, her smile as bright as ever. I lifted her hands and placed them around my neck, and her touch sent a tidal wave of sparks through my skin. She exhaled, and I knew that she felt more at ease too. She wrapped her arms further around my neck until she could touch her elbows, which drew us closer together. As I slipped my arms around her waist, I could feel her body relaxing into my touch, and I smiled at how easy, how natural this all felt. I held her against me, squeezing her so I could touch my elbows too. Veronica started to sway us gently to the beat of the song, her eyes still locked with mine. She leaned closer still to me and rested her chin on my bare shoulder.

“This is our song…” Veronica murmured into my ear, “Do you remember that night?“

“Of course, I’ll never forget it,” I answered in a heartbeat, “It was the best night of my life.”

“Mine too,” Ronnie lightly her brushed her lips over my shoulder, before pulling away a little and looking back in my eyes, “You looked… so beautiful.”

“I’m pretty sure I was in your pyjamas, wearing my glasses, and had coffee stains on my shirt.” I laughed, remember the image of us sitting on Veronica’s bed as though it was happening right in front of me. When we had finished our coffee, Veronica offered to let me stay the night, and she had lent me a pair of blue plaid shorts and an oversized grey sweater that had the words, my heart lies in New York city printed on it in curling cursive.

Veronica seemed to remember too; she smiled and let her eyes smile too. “I know. I said you looked beautiful.”

I blushed, and Veronica let one of her hands slide down to cup my cheek, her thumb grazing over my cheekbone. “You still can’t take a compliment, can you?”

“Not while I’m in love with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. She overpowers every compliment I could ever receive.”

Veronica raised an eyebrow, testing my reaction. “In love with, you say? Do I know her?”

“Maybe,” I smirked, as I twirled us around to the music, making her squeal at the sudden change in speed and cling to my neck, locking her other hand back with the first, “She moved here from New York. She has the most incredible dress sense, and she’s trying her damn best to be kind and caring and the most amazing friend in the world. She’s funny and talented and can do pretty much everything. Oh, and she’s beautiful. Like, insanely, unbelievably, irresistibly beautiful. She’s pretty much stolen my heart, and it doesn’t look like she’s giving it back any time soon.”

Veronica’s eyes were wide and watering, and her face was flushed once more. She laughed breathily, and reached up to touch her forehead to mine. “I love you, so much, Y/N Andrews.”

“Not as much as I love you, Veronica Lodge.” Just as the words left my mouth, I heard the part of the song that I remembered her kissing me for the first time at, like a wave of déjà vu, and I looked down into her bright, fluttering eyes. She blinked to keep the tears away, but they fell regardless, and I caught them with my thumbs as I reached up and held her face in my hands.

“I think I remember that night a little better… I think it went a little something like this…” I whispered, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers, bringing her face up to mine, and the whole world just fell away. She responded immediately, kissing me back with as much as love and feeling as she could pour into it, and I smiled and giggled into the kiss. Veronica’s arms held us close together, and the force of our kiss caused Veronica to bend backwards and pop her foot, just like the kisses in the movies. I broke the kiss and laughed at how tightly she’s clinging to me, and I let her arch her back and roll her body back up to a standing position. By the time she faced me again, she was laughing too, and I took her hand, spinning her out and back into me. We spent the rest of the song laughing and smiling and crying happy tears in the whirlwind of our song, and in that moment, I realised that I’d never loved Veronica Lodge more.

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Imagine dating Archie and finally having your first kiss together as a couple

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appreciate-everything-beaut-blog · 7 years

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A Date with the Devil (Part two)

Summary: This is part two of the imagine “A Date with the Devil.” Here is a link to part one

Pairing: Reggie x Reader (x Jughead)

Author´s note: This part took another turn than I was first expecting but I hope you enjoy it. Again pay no attention to the mistakes. I will from now on be taking requests so please send some :)

“So? How was your date with Riverdale´s star athlete last night?” Kevin asked as he jumped into your booth at Pop´s which you were sharing with Veronica.

You had been avoiding that question the whole day as you didn´t want to admit that you had actually enjoyed your date.

Veronica´s eyes grew big. “What?” She said in a bossy and slightly curious tone. “You went on a date with Reggie Mantle and did not bother to tell me? Our friendship is officially on shaking ground.”

You laughed as you had expected that kind of outburst from Veronica. “It´s not a big deal, V.”

Kevin interrupted. “Can you two save the drama for later? I want to hear the juicy details,” he said as he leaned towards you.

“There are no juicy details, Kevin. We shared a milkshake and talked,” you said before stealing a few french-fries from Veronica´s plate.

Veronica, who was still in shock, moved her plate closer to herself. “I just can´t believe you didn´t tell me.” You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

“Didn´t tell you what?” A familiar voice said before jumping into the booth next to Veronica. Jughead Jones. Suddenly the whole situation felt so ironic as Jughead was the only reason you had agreed to go on a date with Reggie in the first place.

“(Y/N) went on a date with Reggie Mantle last night,” Veronica said.

For a while the booth was quiet and it almost felt uncomfortable. You weren´t sure how Jughead would react to you going on a date with his bully. But unexpectedly Jughead started laughing. “You did what?” He said giggling and you couldn´t help but laugh a little yourself. “Now I get why Veronica looks like someone who has just found out a long-held family secret,” he said and the laughter died as it didn´t felt right to joke about Veronica's family under the current circumstances.

Luckily the conversation changed as Pop Tate served Kevin his burger. The booth was now discussing whether pickles should be allowed in a burger or not. But while your friends were loudly expressing their love or hate for pickles your thoughts centered around last night.

Reggie had picked you up at seven just as promised. Even though you were casually dressed he had complimented your outfit and said that it matched your eyes. Normally you wouldn´t fall for this stupid pickup line but something about it seemed legit. When arriving at Pop´s he had ordered a strawberry milkshake with two straws. At the end of the date, you had asked him why he was so eager to go on a date with you when he could have picked any other girl at school. His answer was sweet and honest:

“You are different (Y/N). The hot cheerleader type seems appealing but they don't have their own opinion and if they do it is usually something stupid about their appearance. You tell me the truth and not what I want to hear that´s refreshing.”

You couldn't help but think that maybe you had broken trough Reggie's bad boy facade. But suddenly your flow of thoughts was interrupted as Kevin snapped his fingers in front of your nose. “(Y/N)? Pickles or no pickles?”

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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Better Left Unsaid

Pairing: FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Written: January 10th, 2021

Posted: January 10th, 2021

Warning: Reader is legal however she is in her mid twenties. // Mentions of drinking, a swear or two. Angst, Fluff, Gets Steamy.

Word Count: 1,442

Summary: When the reader returns to Riverdale, an unlikely reunion happens.

FP Jones Masterlist

Bounding up the stairs of the Wyrm, butterflies began erupting in your stomach. It had been a while since you were last in Riverdale. Graduating from Riverdale High, you went straight to college, rarely coming home with the exception of holidays.

Fidgeting with the zipper on your pink leather jacket, you took in a deep breath, before opening the door. You were promptly greeted with a wave of warmth. Your gaze on the floorboards before you, as you walked in.

Music rang through your ears along with unusual quietness. Lifting your gaze, you were greeted with the eyes of patrons of the Wyrm.

“Uh..”

“Y/N!”

Before you knew it, Toni was throwing her arms around you pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug. Grinning, you reciprocated her actions.

“I’ve missed you, T.”

“Come on.” She grinned grasping your hand leading you into the group of Serpents.

Hours seemed to pass by like minutes. You had felt as if you talked to every serpent patron in the bar, except for one. The only one that really mattered.

Sighing, you had decided it was time to go home. Making your way to the front of Wyrm, you threw a smile over your shoulder, you had felt lucky to have such a warm welcome home.

Once you opened the door, you were overwhelmed with a chilled wave of air. A small cloud of condensation could be seen. Bounding down the stairs, you sat on one before you ordered yourself a Taxi.

“Did you think you could leave without saying goodbye?” A husky voice questioned, in front of you.

You scoffed shaking your head. “I did since I didn’t even get a hello.” You shot back.

FP sighed, before sitting beside you. The side of his shoulder resting comfortably against yours.

“Sorry, kid.” He spoke softly, turning to face you. His breath laced with alcohol. “How about I drive you home?”

You chuckled lightly, rolling your eyes. “That’s not necessary.”

“I know it’s not.” He grinned. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman.”

“Wow, I never thought I’d hear FP say he wanted to be a gentleman.” You teased, nudging his shoulder with yours.

A bellow of laughter filled the air, causing you to laugh along.

Your taxi you had called pulled in front, interrupting the small banter between you and FP.

Standing up, you began making your way towards the car. A firm hand grasped your wrist preventing you from leaving further.

“Wait.” FP’s voice rang through your ears. Turning to face him, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“Let me take you home...Please.” He pleaded, his eyes filled with want.

Offering him a closed-lip smile, you sighed. “Look, FP, we’ve both been drinking...Alcohol helps people make bad decisions. I won’t be one of your drunken regrets.”

FP frowned. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before clenching his jaw.

Letting out a huff, you felt heat dance along your cheeks. Standing on your tippy-toes, you placed your hands on his shoulders, your lips coming in contact with his cheek.

“Good night, Jones.” You spoke as you retreated towards the cab.

“Good night, Y/L/N.”

---

“Well hello there, miss Y/N.” Pop greeted, standing before you.

“Hi, Pop.” You grinned, glancing up leaning on the diner counter.

“It’s good to have you back, kiddo.” He smiled. “Your order’s on me.” He spoke hushed, as he tapped the counter in front of you before gliding away to clearing a booth.

Gazing at the order window, a hat caught your eye.

“Jones?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Whirling around, he came face to face with you. He grinned at you before the realization dawned on him. His grin melting off his face rapidly replaced with a shocked expression.

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh, what every other person does at Pop’s... Getting food?”

Gazing at you, he placed his hands on the counter leaning against it. “Well yeah, but-”

“Order up.” The sound of a ring filled the air.

Grasping your to-go bag, you winked at FP. “Nice hat.”

His hands subconsciously reaching for it. “I-”

“See you around, Jones.”

---

“Hello?” FP’s groggy voice questioned through the phone.

“Jones.” You groaned. “Can you come and get me?”

Sitting up in bed, any ounce of sleep dripped away. “Where are you, sweetheart?” He tossed the blankets off his body, rushing around his bedroom.

“Jones.” You giggled, as you leaned your head against the railing of the porch stairs.

“Y/L/N.” He grinned, taking a seat beside you.

“I think I overdid it.” You hummed.

“You think?” FP’s voice dripping with sarcasm. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Leaning against him for support, you stumbled a few times before making it to his truck. Helping you in his truck, he jogged to round the front of his truck, getting into the drivers' side.

Staring out of the windshield, you could taste the bitterness on your tongue. Coming to a halt at a stoplight, you let out a huff.

“It’s all bullshit.” You spat.

FP furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Frowning, he wasn’t familiar with the tone of your voice. “What is?”

“Love. Love is bullshit.” You spat, crossing your arms along your chest. “Why are we expected to feel something from a fairy tale to know we’re in love? And if we haven’t found someone by a certain age, we’re branded as bitter or too independent.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“And if it’s not some fairytale garbage it’s not considered love.” You scoffed shaking your head. “Whose to say love has to be a fairytale? I’m just supposed to wait for some guy to come and save me? To swoop me off my feet as he’s dressed as my ‘Knight in shining armor’?” You questioned making air quotes in the process.

FP decided it was best to stay quiet during your drunken rant and listen to what you were saying.

“You know, you and I are more alike than I thought.” You spoke, gazing out the passenger window, as FP continued driving down the road.

“How’s that?” He smirked raising an eyebrow.

“We both run away from our feelings.” You spat, your voice coming out bitter.

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After that night, you had gone out of your way to make sure you avoided FP. You were successful for a few weeks before it came to a crashing halt.

Sitting on your couch, you were watching your favorite show, waiting for your order of pizza.

Knock.

“Coming!” You called, pulling open the door you were surprised to see FP standing before you. “Jones-”

Entering your apartment, you gazed at him in shock. “What are you-”

“These are for you.” He spoke, rubbing the back of his neck, as he shifted from foot to foot.

Grabbing the bouquet, you were taken back. “Jones-”

“I’m...I’m sorry if I came on too strong-”

Placing the flowers on your table, you made your way in front of FP.

“FP!” You exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well, that night I drove you home.”

“Oh no.” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry for anything dumb I said while drunk.”

Grasping your jaw, his chest pressed against yours as he closed the space between you. FP rested his forehead against yours causing your breath to mingle.

“Can...Can I kiss you?” He whispered giving you a gentle Eskimo kiss.

You hummed in response, leaning forward.

Moving backward, he let out a sigh. “I need to hear the words, baby girl.”

“Jones, please kiss me-”

Placing his lips gently on yours, he kissed you. Reaching up, you laced onto his hair, giving a gentle tug to the ends.

A throaty groan passed through his lips as he pressed his hips against yours. Grinning against his lips, you turned your head allowing you to gauge the direction of the couch. FP latched his lips to your throat sucking as he allowed you to lead him.

Giggling, you felt him hum against you. His hands grasping your hips attempting to keep you as close as possible.

Reaching the couch, you placed your hand on FP’s chest, before motioning for him to sit. Once he was situated you promptly straddled his hips. Sitting on his lap, you connected your lips once again. His hands roaming the length of your back.

Opening your mouth, his tongue snaked in exploring your mouth entirely. Moaning slightly, you pulled away resting your forehead against his. Your breaths coming out as pants.

“I know I’m not prince charming.” His voice coming out deeper than before. “But I hope you’ll have me.”

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victory308 · 4 years

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Stonewall Prep

Nancy was walking just saw

Jughead arguing with Jonathan and Joan. Mr. Chipping enters the room and they begin to discuss the book. Jughead believes that the whale in Moby Dick has no sense of symbolism.

Can you stop arguing please, my head hurts, said Nancy, taking the room

Bret follows her and jughead watches as bret hugs and kisses her forehead

After later

Nancy was cooking just jughead I talk to her

Forgive me of what he said sitting down at the table

No problem jughead you are not to blame she said giving her food

He was eating just asked her something about bret

A question bret is your boyfriend or friend said eating

If my friend knows he had a horrible childhood and I always accompanied him and the four of them had for them you know he said cleaning the table

Betty just came saw it together

Well you have to go with your girlfriend or she will get jealous said naty whispering

Naty waist something waist was bret

Bret you don't know I'm dirty with the arina she said laughing

I care you know I love you said bret bensandola

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redhairdontcare732 · 5 years

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SweetPea x Reader: Riot Night from Hell, Part 1

Author's Note: This one shot will be split into two parts. I just fell in love with this storyline, and the finished product turned out to be way longer than I had anticipated. There will be flashbacks interwoven throughout the story, and they're distinguished by the use of italics.

On another note, if you are enjoying my fics, please do me a solid and either favorite or comment on them so I know that someone (other than me) is interested in them. I'm a new writer, and even the simplest comment, like, or even private message would mean so much for my budding confidence!

Reader POV:

As I stood on the roof of Pop's, I internally questioned how my life had turned so far sideways in the course of just one day. Riverdale was in complete fucking chaos. My best friend was just shot and I had no idea if he was alive or dead, I had no clue where my boyfriend was, and the cherry on the top of this nightmarish day was that I was now stuck at Pop’s Diner, of all fucking places, with Archie Andrews, of all goddamned people, while Ghoulies patrolled the exterior, screaming my name. So on my list of top days, this was at the literal bottom.

The day had started out decently, I was with Sweets all day preparing for what would happen once Fangs was finally released. Sweet Pea and I had been dating for almost 5 years now, and we'd both spent the day doing everything we could to get our friend out of jail. Thing had really gotten fucked up when we went to the sheriff's office to escort Fangs out in one piece. I shivered internally as I recalled the events of today.

“IN UNITY THERE IS STRENGTH”, we shouted in unison, locking arms shoulder to shoulder. Everyone pulled away as we mentally prepared ourselves to usher Fangs out of the jail amongst the vengeful protestors. Sweet Pea was the only one who didn't pull away from me; rather, he pulled me closer into his arms and I naturally fell into his broad chest; I took a deep inhale of his familiar, comforting scent of worn leather, light cologne, and fresh soap. My hands found their way to the inside of his serpent jacket, hugging myself closer to him and shivering. Though it wasn't cold in the Sheriff's office I had these ominous chills that had racked my body ever since we'd entered. His thumbs brushed gently against the exposed skin between my ripped jeans and my white t shirt, soothing me in a way I didn't even know I needed. I sighed in contentment, briefly pulled from the swirl of anxious, dark thoughts that had plagued my mind since Fangs was arrested.

“I'm not gonna lie Y/N/N, I get why you have to come out with us, but I'm not thrilled with the idea of you out there with all those insane Northside assholes babydoll”, he murmured into my hair after a few moments. I chuckled lightly against him, tightening my arms around the handsome boy in reassurance.

“I'm not exactly thrilled that you are either Pea, but we both know that we aren't about to let Fangs go through this alone”, I replied quietly. Sweets pulled back slightly, bringing his large hands to rest against the sides of my face. His rough thumbs rubbed delicately across my cheek as he stared deeply into my eyes; I knew in that moment just how scared Pea really was. In times of stress Sweet Pea had the habit of taking my face into his hands, gently cradling my cheeks with the pads of his fingers and his eyes boring deeply into mine. I'd never really given it much thought at first; Sweets had done this since we were kids, and eventually when I pressed about it he had told me that he felt like he just ‘needed to know I was safe’. It somehow comforted him when he was able to see with his own eyes and feel with his own hands that I was indeed still with him. I brought my hands up to cover his gently. We stood like this for an indiscernible amount of time until he sighed in resolve. He brought my face closer to his with his hands and kissed me deeply. Normally, despite his tough exterior, Pea gave the sweetest kisses. His lips, though plump and rough were typically gentle and teasing against mine; Sweets preferred to initiate soft kisses until I moaned or deepened things myself. I think he began this habit when we were young and first together because he was nervous about my reciprocation, but he continues now because he just loved to watch the reaction he still had on me. And while the soft way Pea usually kissed me was one of my favorite things about him, I was surprised to find this kiss was very different. His lips were immediately needy against mine, tongue entering my mouth without warning. It was a kiss of desperation, of longing. Our mouths danced together as we both poured all of the emotions that our voices could not do justice to into our embrace. I was just as needy as him, but before too long we pulled back, foreheads resting against one another's. With one last peck to his swollen lips I nodded in resolve. Sweet Pea laced his warm fingers through mine, fitting together like pieces in a puzzle, and we headed out to the fray, hands locking us together.

I recalled how I’d gotten separated from the rest of the young serpents after Fangs was shot all because of the protesters and general pandemonium of it all. I had desperately searched amongst the crowd for the sight of the tall boy to no avail. My phone was dead, so I'd decided to search elsewhere. I ended up hopping on my bike and heading to the hospital, hoping to God that Sweets and Fangs would both be there and be okay. Adding to my growing fear and unease, it was only FP I found there, who broke the news that Fangs was in surgery.

“It's...ah... it's pretty bad kid”, FP drawled out while rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. I felt my heart drop into the bottom of my feet. My eyes teared up at the prospect of losing my best friend. Fangs was so sweet and goofy; he should have never been in this position in the first place. My mind was flooded with picture perfect memories of summer days spent by the Quarry and late nights in Pea's trailer, surrounded by Fangs’ contagious laugh and ridiculous jokes. These memories ended abruptly as I recalled the way he'd slowly fallen to the ground, the red spot on his stomach spreading achingly fast. I remembered the sound of the gun above the screaming protestors. But most of all, I remembered Fangs’ face as he fell-- his soft features riddled with disbelief and pain as he slowly lost consciousness. He didn't deserve to go through this, and my heart felt like it was breaking into pieces because there was nothing I could do to help him. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt and steadied myself; with a deep breath, I reminded myself of my main goal at the moment. I needed to find Pea.

Despite FP’s best efforts towards the contrary, I'd left the hospital to try and find Sweet Pea. I knew that the whole town was in the middle of a full-on, apocalyptic riot, but I was determined to reconnect with my boyfriend and ensure that he was okay. Or as okay as he could be in this scenario, I guess. Knowing him for as long as I had, I knew that he was more likely than not spirling at the prospect of losing his best friend. And when Sweets spiraled, he spiraled hard and with violence. I was the only one with any chance of talking him off the ledge before he did something that he would regret later, and, honestly, I had also wanted to find him for completely selfish reasons. Even now, as I stood on the roof of our favorite diner, I desperately needed my boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped around me, his comforting scent surrounding me, and his deep voice in my ear telling me that everything was going to be okay.

So, I'd fought my way through Riverdale on my motorcycle, Mad Max style, trying to search anywhere I thought Sweets might be. I ended up at Pop's, hoping that either Pea would be there or Jughead would be and would know where he was. Pop's was an extremely important spot in our relationship; it was where he asked me out on our first date when we were 11 years old, it's where we shared our first kiss at 13, and it was in one of the booths near the back where Sweet Pea had told me he loved me for the first time. To this day the neon glow of Pop's never failed to make me happy or to give me hope.

However, the neon sign seemed dull and lifeless as I found, to my utter disappointment, he was not there. But not long after I showed up, Penny fucking Peabody and the Ghoulies arrived.

I was sitting with my head in my hands, having just been informed by Pop Tate that he hadn't seen Sweet Pea all day. The older man had his hand on my shoulders comfortingly, attempting to sooth my increasing level of anxiety. I glanced up at the kind, wrinkled face of Pop Tate and asked tiredly,

“Pop, you think I could use your phone?”. He nodded and handed me the receiver.

“ ‘Course sweetie”.

I dialed the number I'd long since memorized, praying that Pea would answer. Who knows what kind if trouble he could be in out there? My anxiety only increased as the line went dead, signaling that he hadn't answered. I slammed the phone down in frustration, returning to my previous position. Not seconds after, a giant crash hit my ears, and I heard the taunting voices that could only belong to Malachi and his Ghoulies.

“Oh Y/NNNNNNN, come out and playyyyyy”, Penny Peabody's sickening voice called out in a sing-song manner. “You and I have unfinished business DollFace”.

Penny as and I had never been on the best of terms; it was her and her snake charming ways that had nearly gotten my father released from prison, a thought which terrified me to my very core. Thankfully, the court system recognized the grave danger that would place me in and decided on a maximum life sentence. I thought that was the end of Penny and me, but unfortunately Jughead had to go and get himself tangled up with her when FP was locked up. I had taken my pseudo-brother's place in the deal he made, and once he came up with the plan to get rid of Penny I was all too eager to help. I knew she hated me, but I really thought she was gone for good.

“Okay we should be fine as long as-”, Archie started.

Another thunderous crash echoed through the small diner as one of the windows shattered.

“EVERYBODY STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS”, I ordered as the burglar alarm blared.

“STAY DOWN”, someone shouted.

I ducked behind the counter, finding Archie Andrews down there as well.

“Pop do you have as gun in here?”, he asked tensely. The old man's soft face dropped.

“No. Had my fill of gunfire in the war. But I did learn a trick in the riots of ‘79. I have some liquor left over from Mr. Lodge's poker night”, he said tensely. “And if you can get to the roof from the crawlspace…”,

“I like how you're thinking Pop”, Archie interrupted. I nodded and shared a knowing look with my unlikely Northside ally.

I'd helped Archie Andrews board up the windows, and that's how I now found myself on the roof of Pop's with the ginger, liquor bottles in hand ready to fight the clinically insane gang below.

“Come on Y/N, you had to know that this moment was coming”, Penny shouted upwards at me, pulling me out of my trance. “It’s time to pay the price dollie”.

Malachai laughed, swinging his bat around teasingly. I glowered in response, choosing to stay silent. I felt Archie’s strong hand on my shoulder, offering support that I didn’t expect from the ginger boy. We'd been somewhat close as kids (friends through Jughead, my honorary self-proclaimed twin brother) but we hadn't spoken in a year or so. I wasn't overly fond of him as of late, ever since he ditched Jug for his Bulldog buddies and especially not since he'd waved a gun in Sweet's face and started his stupid Red Circle.

“Get the fuck out of here Penny, Y/N isn’t coming down and you’re not taking her any place”, he practically growled. I nodded.

“Last chance Ghoulie scum. Leave, or suffer the consequences”, I spat. Penny and Malachai scoffed.

“DO YOUR WORST! COME ON, HIT ME!”, Malachai shouted, a crazy look in his eye. Well, crazier than the usual insane look he wore. Steadying myself, I prepared the bottle. Lighting it quickly, I launched it as well as I could and managed to hit one of the ghoulies’ bikes dead on. The bike erupted in flames. This did nothing to faze the group below, and Archie lit his second bottle and prepared to throw it.

Before he could chuck the bottle, the Sheriff’s cruiser came bursting into the fray of Ghoulies, sirens blaring. Sheriff Keller and Fred Andrews came out of the car, Keller with a shotgun. He shot his shotgun in the air in warning and the Ghoulies scattered.

“This isn’t over Y/N!”, Malachai vowed as he ran away. I saw FP hop off his bike and demand that the rest of the Ghoulies leave. I smiled slightly in relief, and Archie and I shared a brief hug before heading back down into the restaurant.

Once we reached the bottom, I brought FP into a bone crushing hug as my way of thanks. He returned my affection, seeming like he needed the reassurance almost as much as I did in the moment. FP had always been there for me, especially since my own dad had gotten carted off to prison when I was 6. I'd stayed with the Jones’ on and off throughout my childhood, and it wasn't a stretch to say that FP was more of a father to me than my own. He was always there for me, and much like Sweet Pea he always tried to keep me from the less savory sides of life as Serpent. He pulled back from the hug to search my face for injuries. I rolled my eyes.

“You really think I'd let the discount Insane Clown Posse trash this beautiful mug?”, I joked half-seriously. FP rolled his eyes and glared.

“Seriously Y/N? What were you thinking taking on all those Ghoulies alone? You could've been fucking killed!”, he scolded. I scoffed.

“Okay first of all, I was not alone; our dear Archiekins was with me on the roof”, I said gesturing to the aforementioned boy who looked more like a wounded little puppy than anyone who'd just been tossing out Molotov cocktails had the right to. “Secondly, did it seem like I had many other options? And thirdly, I'm fine, so it couldn't have been that bad of a plan”, I sassed. FP sighed and ran a hand through his dark locks, eyes looking more tired than I knew he'd like to admit.

“Heard Sweet Pea is going insane looking for you Y/N; why the hell aren’t you answering your phone kid?”, he asked. I felt my heart flutter at the mention of my partner. My tough demeanor dropped instantly, and I grabbed FP’s arm.

“So he’s okay? Tell me he’s okay. My phone is dead; I'd tried calling on Pop's but he didn't answer. Where is he?”, I demanded. FP grabbed my arms gently.

“Whoa whoa slow down Y/NN. He’s fine, he’s good. He’s with Jug at the Wyrm”, he soothed. “Here, use my phone, call the boy and tell him you’re alright”.

I grabbed his phone eagerly, fingers swiftly dialing the number I knew by heart once again. My heart hammered in my chest as I heard the distinct ringing of the call being placed. I needed reassurance that my tall, dark haired other half was okay. With each ring of the phone my anxiety increased tenfold, until I heard the one thing I’d been searching for all night. That smooth, deep voice that could simultaneously calm me and send delicious tingles up my spine all at once. My mind flooded with the low rumbling chuckles and sweet sounds that comforted me as I laid on his chest in more tender moments, heart signaling sweet reassurances into my ears with each beat. My favorite sound in the world, Sweet Pea's voice

“Hello? FP, what’s up?”, I heard Sweet's soothing bass answer. Even though he sounded tense, panicked even, I couldn't help but feel elated that he was safe and able to speak to me at all. I sighed in complete relief.

“Pea? It’s me”, I answered quickly.

“Y/N/N? Oh my god are you okay? Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone?”, he questioned in a state of near panic.

“Sweets, it's okay, I’m okay. My phone is dead, and I’m at Pop’s with FP looking for you”, I breathed. “Are you okay? What happened to you after the Sheriff’s station?”.

“It’s a long story babydoll, I’ll tell you later. Where did you say you were? Stay there I’m coming to get you”, he replied. I shook my head before realizing that he couldn’t see me.

“No, Pea it’s not safe out there right now, and honestly it’s not safe here either. I’ll go with FP back to the Wyrm and meet you there”, I reasoned. He was silent for a beat, contemplating my words. I heard shuffling on the other line.

“Sweetheart, I know it’s not safe, that’s why I don’t want you out there”, he murmured. I could tell that he’d moved away from the other serpents; his sweet side was coming out and he probably didn’t want them to hear. “I just... I need you with me. I need to see you, hold you in my arms and know that you’re okay”.

My heart lurched at his protectiveness, warmth flooding my body at his tender words. I could practically picture his face, eyes cast downward and deep brown irises swimming with that look that he had always saved just for me. His chiseled jaw was probably locked, twitching with unease. If I were there I would run my fingers up and down his cheeks in an attempt to sooth the tense muscles, loving the way he relaxed and leaned into my touch.

“Sweets, I know. Believe me love, I want you safe just as much, but I promise I’ll make it over to you before you know it. The Wyrm is a hell of a lot safer than Pop’s at the moment, and besides I’ve been Mad Maxing my way through this nightmare of a town all night. I've got this”, I stated confidently. No matter how protective Pea could be, I was not some damsel in distress that needed his saving. There was no way on this Earth that I was going to let him go out into the riot that I’d been facing all night. He thought he could be protective but his fierceness had nothing on mine. He sighed and the line went silent for what felt like forever as I waited for his response.

“I love you”, he vowed finally.

“I love you more handsome. And I'm going to see you very soon”, I assured before we both ended the call. I turned to FP, handing him his phone.

“You down to help me get to the Wyrm?”, I asked. He nodded.

“Of course kid. You ready to ride on the back of my bike like you did when you were a tot?”, he grinned. I smiled in nostalgia for a moment, my mind wandering back to the simpler times of my life when FP would take me for rides on his bike to help me escape from the realities of my homelife, if only for a moment. I remembered fondly the day when he finally taught me how to drive my own bike that he gifted me. He always helped me take care of her, and some of my only true family memories were of Jug, FP, and I fixing up our bikes together. Surely he didn't think there was any way that I was going to leave her here in the midst of this shitshow.

“You're kidding”, I deadpanned. There was no way FP was for real.

“Dead serious kiddo. You need a way to get around, and I don't want you roaming the Southside alone even if Sweet Pea or Jug are with you”, he replied. I marvelled at the motorbike in front of us, tracing the chrome detailing with the tips of my fingers gently. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I rushed forward and enveloped him in a tight hug.

“Thank you”, I whispered. FP hugged me back briefly before affectionately mussing up my hair.

“Don't thank me yet kiddo, she still needs a ton of work. If you're up for it I mean”, he countered. I smiled my truest, widest smile.

“I'm in”.

“Think she needs a name don't you?”, he continued, heading over to the bike with his tools.

“Mhm”, I agreed, grabbing a tool out of the box and crouching down alongside him.

“She looks like a Norma to me”, I mused.

“Norma huh?”, he answered, not looking as I grabbed a tool from the box and began working.

“Yeah, Norma Jean”.

“I’m not leaving Norma Jean out here in this fucking dumpster fire of a town”, I countered. “I’ll just follow behind you”.

“That’s not a great idea kid”, he grumbled. “Riverdale is a hellhole on the best of days, and this is clearly not the best of days”. I crossed my arms petulantly.

“I'm not leaving Norma Jean here”, I repeated stubbornly. He sighed and rubbed his stubble ridden chin in contemplation.

“Okay, but you stay on my ass the whole way”, he countered, pointing a finger at me. “I move, you move. I stop you stop. You got that kid?”. I raised my hand solemnly.

“Scouts honor”, I stated seriously. He nodded, and we headed out of Pop’s together to fire up our motorcycles and head out.

We were speeding through the trashed streets of Riverdale, swerving here or there to avoid the dangers that littered the town’s once clean roads. I stayed true to my word and stuck close to FP as we traversed the potential dangers. I did my best to follow him, but after some rioters ran out in front of Norma I was forced to skid to a stop in the middle of the street. Among the din of the riot, FP didn't hear and he continued on. I huffed and began to start Norma up again in attempt to follow once more. But as I revved the engine I felt a pain like none I'd ever felt on the back of my head and my entire world went dark.

Sweet Pea's POV:

“Where the hell are they? She should be here by now”, I practically growled. Jughead lifted his hands up as if in surrender.

“Don't look at me man. Knowing how protective dad is over Y/N, and knowing how stubborn Y/N is, they're probably still fighting over how to get here. He's not gonna want her to ride alone, and she's not going to want to leave her bike”, he reasoned calmly. “Chill out Sweet Pea it's only been like 15 minutes, I'm sure they'll be here soon”, he continued before accepting a call and walking swiftly out of the bar to answer.

I blew air out of my mouth tensely, chest constricting tighter with each breath I took. While I knew that Jughead's words made sense, a larger more irrational part of me was still screaming that I needed to go out and find Y/N. My head was a swirl of rage and fear; my best friend was at some hospital fighting for his life, and the love of my life was out in this godforsaken nightmare of a town. There was nothing more I could do for Fangs, but I refused to stop until I knew my Y/N/N was safe. The only way I would be convinced that she was alright was if I got to hold her small frame in my arms. And to be perfectly truthful, I needed her warm body pressed against mine, her soft hair tickling my face, the sweet fragrance of her shampoo in my nose, and her melodic voice in my ear with gentle reassurances today more than ever. I needed her to keep me sane and grounded on the best of days, and this was sure as shit not the best of days. Ever since we were kids, long before I was ever lucky enough to call her mine, she'd been there to calm the ever-growing darkness that lived within me. Even once we got together I still needed her unique brand of tough love to set me straight at times.

“Pea stop!”, I heard her musical voice from behind me. I turned to see her comparatively shorter legs nearly running to keep up. I turned forward and continued on, ignoring the nagging urge to stop and listen to her.

“PEA I SWEAR TO FUCK-”, she shouted. I whipped around abruptly, stopping and standing nearly toe to toe with Y/N.

“Look, there's nothing you can say to change my mind Y/N. I'm not going back and that's it. Not everyone is cut out for this education shit, alright? I'll hit up Tall Boy, he's always got something lined up for me”, I practically snarled. I recoiled just the slightest bit at her stone cold face; her usually sweet features were scowling at me, adorable nose scrunched tight and dark eyebrows knitted together in concern and irritation. Y/N wasn't usually one to show when she was frustrated. No that was me; when I was angry everyone in a ten mile radius would know. I was like a wildfire, burning bright and scorching anything and everything in my path in a wave of red destruction. Her brand of anger was more like a blue flame, dark and understated, but more intense than you could imagine. My girlfriend could be downright terrifying at times, and to see her frustration directed at me nearly made me reconsider. She crossed her arms stubbornly.

“Give it up Sweets, you can't fool me with your ‘too cool to care’ act. I know you, and I know that you don't really want to quit school”, she growled. I huffed and ran a hand through my hair, frustration reigniting.

“Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought”, I spat. “In fact, why don't you just fucking leave? Everyone else does”.

I turned once again, walking quickly down the steps and away from the shithole that was Southside High. For a few moments I could tell that Y/N was still standing there motionless, and I felt an overwhelming amount of guilt and self-loathing overtake me. Why did I always do this? I couldn't even fathom the idea of my life without Y/N in it, but here I was trying my damnedest to push her away. But to face facts, Y/N was too good for me. She always had been. Too many thoughts swirled in my head all at once, and I quickly grabbed the helmet to my bike so I could ride and forget about them all. But just before my fingertips grazed the shiny black plastic of my visor , I felt a hand on my shoulder yanking me back. Y/N threw her arms around my waist, hugging me fiercely.

“No.”, she stated firmly, the sound slightly muffled by my chest.

“No?”, I scoffed.

“No, I'm not leaving you Sweet Pea. Not now, not ever. Get that through your head”, she replied while lifting her head slightly from my body. My heart fluttered, and I sighed in disbelief and skepticism. I tried to pull back from her vice grip, but like a boa constrictor she simply responded by squeezing my middle tighter. My hands hovered over her waist for a second or two before sinking into her embrace, grasping her as tightly as she did me.

“Sure Y/NN”, I murmured into her Y/H/C hair, breathing in deeply her familiar, comforting in an attempt to slow my racing heart. She always smelled the same: lilac scented shampoo mixed with some cheap perfume I'd gotten her for her birthday one year and a hint of cigarette smell. Normally I hated the way stale smoke smelled, especially on women, but somehow the scent was so uniquely Y/N that I couldn't help but love it.

“I'm serious Pea. Nothing you could ever say or do would make me give up on you”, she swore softly while looking up from the confines of my arms. “I love you, all of you. Even when you're so god-damned frustrating that it makes me want to strangle you, even when you do stupid and dangerous things, and even when you are so broken that you try to push me away I will still be there, loving you. I. Will. Never. Leave.You.”.

Her y/e/c swam with a mix of emotions: love, determination, sadness, desperation. I reached hesitantly up to her cheeks to rest my calloused fingers against her soft face, needing to feel her with my own hands and see her with my own eyes. With every sweet moment like this it became easier, but I too often needed to remind myself that she was indeed here. She was real, and she wanted me. Her dark fan of black lashes fluttered closer together as she closed her eyes slowly, reaching her hands up to rest across mine while her fingers traced delicate patterns across the backs of my hands. I was overcome with a feeling that I wasn't sure I could even explain. I decided in that moment that I was never going to let anything ruin this, what we had. Not even if that thing was me.

“I love you Y/N/N. I love you so much babydoll”.

With every passing moment that she wasn't here with me I felt myself becoming more and more unhinged. I paced around for what felt like an eternity. Voices swirled around me, and I couldn't have even guessed what they were talking about. When I finally tuned in, I found that FP had shown up. I immediately rushed over to him, eyebrows raised.

“FP, where's Y/N?”, I asked quickly, hope bubbling up in my chest amongst the fear that still swirled. His tired, worried face told me all I needed to know, but still I found myself asking again, panic evident in my voice. He shook his head sorrowfully.

“I don't know what happened man, she was right behind me the whole time and then all of the sudden she wasn't. I circled back and searched over and over but I don't know where she went off to Sweet Pea”, he admitted. My shoulders dropped and the fear that had been slowly building up all day suddenly contorted itself into a rock that sank into the bottom of my stomach. FP clapped a hand on my shoulder, finger pointing in my face, a determined expression in his eyes.

“Don't worry SP, she's the toughest girl I've ever known. She gonna be fine. We're going to find her man, I promise”, he spoke tersely. He sounded sure on the outside, but I could tell that he was just about as scared as me. It made sense, Y/N was practically FP’s daughter at this point; he and Jughead were the closest thing that she'd ever had to a family, other than myself. It was for that reason, and that reason alone, that I forced the anger that was bubbling within me back down. FP's phone buzzed, and he turned away to answer.

“What do we do man? I've gotta find her!”, I shouted after him. Already 5 steps ahead, I grabbed my jacket and began to head for the door. I'd been patient enough; now it was time to go and search for my Y/N/N myself.

“SWEETPEA!”, I heard a female voice shout from behind me. I turned to find Toni weaving her way through the throng of serpents with that red headed Northside queen bee following closely behind. She reached me and grabbed my arm so tightly that it would have hurt if I were capable of focusing on anything else but Y/N.

“Topaz I really don't have time for this right now. Y/N is still out there and--”, I started before the small, pink haired serpent shook her head furiously.

“No, that's what I'm trying to tell you Pea! I was held hostage by the Ghoulies, and when Cheryl and I were leaving I saw one of them roll in on Norma Jean”, she exclaimed breathlessly, eyes slightly wild.

“It's true. We would have stopped, but I'd just saved TT from those Neanderthals and we didn't have the same element of surprise on our sides this time”, the Queen Bee replied. My hands clenched into tight fists.

“So you're telling me that those Ghoulie scum have my Y/N?”, I spat through my teeth, eyes squinting shut in fury. Toni nodded. I felt my body start to quiver in total rage. A small, buried part of me was terrified at the prospect of my girl being surrounded by those fuckers. Sure, Y/N was as tough as they come, but those Ghoulies were certifiably insane. And she was probably way out numbered. My mind refused to accept the possibilities of what could being happening to her at this very moment, and my entire being chose to ignored this fear in favor of blinding fury.

“You have to take me there Topaz. Now.”, I demanded. Her pink locks bobbed with her head as she nodded grimly.

“Toni, where were the Ghoulies keeping you?”, FP interrupted. His face was grim and his mouth drawn into a straight line.

“I'm bringing SP there now, they've got Y/N”, she replied quickly.

“I know. I think Jughead just went to go save her, and now they've got them both”, FP choked. My hands clenched and unclenched with unabashed anger.

“Well what the fuck are we waiting for? Let's go”, I nearly screamed as I pulled Toni out the door and to our rides.

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Breathe - Sweet Pea x Reader

(A/N): I want to riot. There was no Sweet Pea this week... However, I’m pretty confident that our all-time favorite Serpent will get some screen time next week!! ❤

Requests go here!! ❤❤

Words: 3302

Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst… Heartbroken Sweets… (yes, that’s a warning…) Sexual assault scene, I’ll put a warning before it. It’s brought up later on after. There’s fluff! (If that helps…❤)

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~Flashback~

I was finishing my initiation. For some reason, I felt like I was made for this. Don’t get me wrong, the Serpent Dance is something I’ll regret doing forever. However, I didn’t regret becoming a Serpent. I was almost done, trying to have every movement have some sort of style, grace, and perfection. Then he walked in and his eyes were glued to me. Figures, but something burned inside me at that moment. Like his presence made me want to impress and perfect.

Once done, I got down with nothing but the lingerie and my new Serpent jacket grazing my shoulders.

I walked over to my spectator, stating, “You must have a staring problem.”

“Only for beautiful girls like you, princess.” he spoke, sending red to my face. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Was I trying to flirt?

“You don’t even know my name, yet you gave me a nickname. How direct.”

“Do you have a problem with it?” the mysterious boy asked in a playful tone.

“Who said I had a problem?” I retaliated with a smirk replacing my normal smile.

“Sweet Pea.” “

(Y/N).”

~Present Time~

“I thought, no I knew there was something between us that night.” I confessed to Toni. “I thought he picked up on it too…” I continued, looking down.

“Listen, Sweet Pea isn’t exactly a feelings guy.” Toni tried explaining.

“He sure picked up on her feelings within a week.” I grumbled, my hands in fists, gripping them until my knuckles were pale.

“I don’t even think SP wants to be with her. I mean, the only reason she’s with him is that of the redhead idiot boyfriend.” Toni stated.

“Don’t you mean ex-boyfriend?”

“No. I tried telling him over and over, but Sweets is too headstrong to see her charade.” Toni explained, rolling her eyes.

“How come I’m just finding out about this? Does he even know?”

“Nope, he’s as clueless as Sweets is.”

“Fucking hell, she can’t just play both of them, even if one is a Northside moron, and steal my man in the process!” I was seeing red. I was fucking livid.

“Your man?”

“We should jump her. I have no problem beating up a bitch.”

“Slow your roll there. We can’t just hurt her.” I just rolled my eyes.

“Listen, why don’t you tell him? He’ll probably listen to you more than me.” Toni suggested.

“I don’t know. If she’s there… I just can’t tell him up front…”

“Well then, you could just let him be lead on in a toxic relationship that will be emotional harming him in the end.” I hate to admit it but she was right, as usual.

I had this fire and passion growing inside me. I felt like I was in some intense trance that I couldn’t shake. Seeing her with him made my blood boil. She knew how I felt and what did she do? Veronica Lodge stole my best friend and would’ve been boyfriend, Sweet Pea.

“(Y/N), sweetie. Calm down. You’re red and your knuckles are white. You sound like you’re hyperventilating.” Toni warned, trying to calm me down. I can’t calm down when that bitch is out there, hurting him and using him. After she knew my feelings. At least mine were true…

~Time Skip~

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” I heard someone yell faintly.

“Come on! Please!”

“We should take her to the hospital. She’s not waking up!” “

Serpents can’t go the hospital!”

“We don’t go unless it’s serious, which it is!” The yelling and arguing intensified. I was in a limbo. I could hear everything but I couldn’t move like some outside force was holding me down. I was only a witness in the argument, yet I was also the cause.

“We can’t just stop trying! She has to wake up!”

“Why do you care so much?”

“She’s my best friend, I thought it was obvious!”

“Well, you didn’t seem to care about her feelings about you.” She can’t, she won’t. Toni wouldn’t spill. It seemed like the fear of the truth pressured me into attempting to move. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw two figures come into focus. I just played the forgotten act.

“What happened? Also, why do you two look like you’re going to cry?” I questioned.

“Oh my fucking god, you’re okay!” Toni threw her arms around me and practically almost killed me.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Veronica?” I said coldly and heartbroken.

“I came here when Toni called. Why wouldn’t I be here? You’re my best friend.” Sweet Pea explained. I snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore, just being called his friend, brought tears to my eyes along with anger. “

I hate that word! I can’t take it! I’m sorry, I just can't…” I said, regretting it shortly after.

“I’ll leave you two to talk. It seems like you need to.” Toni stated, leaving the room, but not before shooting me a look saying “Tell him. Everything.”.

What you are talking about (Y/N)?” I just looked away as he spoke. “Please talk to me. Lately, you’ve seemed… I don’t know… Different? Distant even.” I could hear it in his voice. He was begging me for answers.

“I’ve been distant? Really, you’re one to talk. Haven’t you noticed that this is the longest conversation we’ve had in, what months?! You only showed up because I passed out.” I huffed, frustrated. “

I hadn’t noticed. Listen (Y/N), it’s just I’m adjusting to this whole boyfriend life. I still am. It’s like whatever I do it’s not enough for her. It’s really hard and the last thing I want and need is to know I’m hurting you. Can you please understand?” Sweets plead while he grabbed my shoulders. I could see tears in his eyes.

“I… I’m… sorry.” I stammered. I didn’t have the heart to tell him. I know I’m being weak, but the last thing he needed was to hear that his best friend loved him and that his girlfriend was cheating on him.

“Listen, Sweets, don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not your fault. It’s not. Like you said, this entire relationship thing is new to you. I shouldn’t have just overreacted like that. I didn’t know.” I confessed as I felt tears prick my eyes.

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault. I just don’t know what the hell to do. I try to be a good boyfriend. I spend time with her. I listen to her problems and take her out on dates, but she acts like it’s not enough. Why? She seems like she likes me and then the next thing I know she’s annoyed and then she’s gone. Do you have anything that could help or know anything?” I could feel my chest tighten. I was torn. If I told him the truth, would he believe me? He appears more likely to believe any story Veronica could spin out of thin air. Then if I didn’t, I would be helping him fall deeper into a toxic relationship. I felt like Cady from Mean Girls, I didn’t mean to say it but it came out like word vomit, “She’s cheating on you!”

I regretted it as soon as I said it. My tears fell victim to gravity and my hand covered my mouth.

“What?” was all he could say.

“I’m sorry, but it’s-true-and-I-didn’t-tell-you-because-I-just-found-out-and… I didn’t…” My breathing had accelerated to a dangerous rate and I could barely string a sentence together.

“(Y/N) calm down! You need to breathe, normally. Just take deep breaths.” I did as told and started to calm down.

“Okay, now finish. You didn’t what?”

“I didn’t think you would believe me.” I sobbed, looking down.

“Why wouldn’t I believe my own best friend?” Sweet Pea asked, tilting my head up in the process.

“You’ll have reasonable doubt after I tell you. You won’t believe me.”

“I will, I promise and you know I don’t break my promises.” He assured me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and decided that there was no going back now.

“I won’t believe me because I hate being your friend. I mean, just your friend! I’ve had an attraction to you since we met because I felt something there. I know that there was something there or so I thought. You always call me your friend and I can’t take it and then today I just snapped knowing that you’re in a toxic relationship with a bitch that is just going to hurt you in the long run! You’re so much better than her and you deserve better, I’m not saying that you should just be with me, but it’s not fair to you to be with her.” Silence rang throughout the trailer. Although this was my trailer, I couldn’t be there. So I ran.

“(Y/N)!” was all I heard before I got too far.

Sweet Pea’s P.O.V

What the fuck just happened? (Y/N) just ran out and… I don’t even know what to think. Of course, I believe her. She has no reason to lie to me, even if she loves me or not. I tried running out after her, but all I saw was darkness. I hadn’t realized that this much time had passed. I reached my trailer and saw Toni sitting there like she’d been waiting this whole time.

“Did she tell you? Where is she?” she swarmed me questions and then quickly noticed my tears. “Sweet Pea, what the hell happened? Where is (Y/N)?” Toni’s tone went from excited to serious and worried.

“She told me. Everything. I was in shock. I didn’t respond and I think she took it the wrong way or something. I mean, how would you react if you had just found out that your girlfriend had cheated on you and your best friend is in love with you? I froze, Toni! Now (Y/N) is out there wandering the Southside, heartbroken and lost! All because I never said anything…” I revealed, letting my walls for the first time fall down, showing my true feelings.

“What are you talking about Sweet Pea?” Toni asked, confused.

“I’m talking about (Y/N)! I’m talking about the fact that I felt the same way since the day we met and I never said a damn thing! Now I got myself into this relationship trying to forget about her, only to discover that my so-called girlfriend doesn’t even want to be with me!”

“Sweets, did you even want to be with Veronica in the first place?” Then everything clicked. I didn’t want to be with Veronica at all. Every time we were together, I was just trying to imagine that it was (Y/N). I finally realized that this fucking relationship was just a way to get over (Y/N). To think, I could’ve prevented all this. (Y/N) and I screwed up but I was going to fix this.

Then the door to my trailer slammed open revealing a heated Veronica.

“What the hell, Sweet Pea?! You were supposed to meet me for our date tonight! Why the hell are you here and why do you look like you’ve been crying all day?!” she screamed. Then Toni pulled her off of me and started screaming right back at her.

“Okay, listen to me you bitch, first, you’re not going to just barge in here and start demanding answers. Second, he can’t miss a date without warning, but you can toy with his feelings and cheat on him?!”

“You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand, especially when it’s not your place, now back off!” she pushed Toni out of her way and marched up to me.

“You’re not going to let her talk to me like that right?” Veronica asked, clearly irritated.

“Yes, I am. I really don’t care anymore. About you or this relationship. I tried so hard to make you happy and you didn’t do anything for me. I wondered if I was the problem, but I wasn’t. I was always you. You were the one who wasn’t happy. You were the one who always left early. You were the one who never seemed satisfied. Then, most of all, you were the one who cheated on me. So, you can run back to the idiot redhead or whatever Northsider you were fucking around with and tell them that they don’t have to sneak around anymore because we’re done. Now I have to go find the girl who actually loves me before she gets hurts because I care about her and she cares about me.” I pushed Veronica out of the way and started walking around. I didn’t know where to start, but I was going to find her. I have to before it’s too late.

First Person P.O.V

I ran until my legs couldn’t support me anymore. I felt so weak and exhausted from crying. I just collapsed on the ground, pulling my knees to my chest. I started crying again as the memories of the past couple hours came flooding back to my mind. It was so dark outside that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. Soon, the rain started to pour down. My tear-stained clothes glued themselves to my shivering body as the showers turned into a storm. After re-gaining minimal energy, I started walking around again, praying I would find my trailer again. The storm turned into an on and off downpour.

As I was walking, I’d noticed that I had passed the same streetlight 3 times already in the past hour. I declared that I was completely lost. I couldn’t call anyone, due to my phone being dead. I soon felt an uneasy feeling wash over me, like I was being followed.

If you’re unconfirmable with sexual assault, skip this and go to the indent.

Not even seconds later, I was pushed against the wall of a building and my hands were pinned up against my head.

I tried screaming but the mysterious man put his hand over my mouth and said, “Listen, you Serpent slut, scream and you die.” I tried moving out of his grip but I was too exhausted and weak. I kicked him in the shin and tried running but he pulled me and slammed me against the wall once more, knocking the wind out of me.

“Listen, baby, this’ll go a lot faster and be a lot easier if you just go with it. It’ll be over soon.” He said, trying to ease me, but only frightening me more. He started kissing my neck and putting his hands under my shirt. He dug his fingers into my sides, bruising them.

“Stop, please! You’re hurting me!” I screamed. He just slapped me, hard.

“Shut up. That was a warning.” He let my hands go as I fell limp, I couldn’t move and I felt completely helpless. I felt that way until he tried unbuttoning my flannel. That’s when motivation kicked in and I kicked him somewhere and punched him in the face, finally pushing him off. The man fell to the ground and I started running. I didn’t care where but anywhere was better than back there.

The scene is over.

That’s when I ran into a chest and fell to my knees and started begging. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please don’t hurt me. Please… I’ve been through enough tonight…”

“(Y/N)? What happened? Who did this?” I recognized the tone of voice from a mile away.

“Sweets?” More and more tears fell as I broke down again.

“Okay, let’s just get you out of here.” He picked me up bridal styles as I wrapped my arms around his neck. The weariness took over my body as I fell asleep, feeling safe.

Third Person P.O.V

Reaching his trailer, Sweet Pea noticed how (Y/N) had fallen asleep. Walking in, he laid her on his bed and took notice of her face. Seeing a cut on her forehead and a bruise on her cheek destroyed him, but not more than how it enraged him. All Sweet Pea wanted now was to kill the son of a bitch who did this. He walked out of the bedroom and sat down in the living room, trying to process everything that happened in the mere hours passed. All his mind kept returning to was her face, how heartbroken and hurt she looked. Then just recently, how scared and traumatized she was. Just the mere thought caused one of the toughest Serpents known to break down completely. Sweet Pea blamed only himself. He kept thinking about how different everything would’ve turned out if he had said something earlier on in the relationship you two had.

“Sweet Pea?” The soft voice snapped him out of his guilt-induced trance.

“God, (Y/N). Are you okay? I just seen you run into me and you thought I was going to hurt you. What happened?”

“Sit and breathe, I’ll tell you. Just breathe first. Also, let me get some tea.” The girl came back with two mugs of steaming tea.

The topic is brought up again just skip to the line.

“I was walking. I was trying to get home and my phone was dead, so I thought I could make it back on my own. After I passed the same light 3 times I realized that I was lost. Then some guy pushed me up against the wall. He held my hands above my head and called me a Serpent slut. He kissed my neck and dug his fingers into my sides. I got away once, but then he pulled me back and…”

“Take it easy, then what?”

“I told him to stop and then he slapped me. I was exhausted and weak that I fell limp and let him do what he wants. Then when he tried undoing my flannel, I… I punched and kicked him and ran. Listen, I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t hurt me, it’s just… “

She stopped rambling as he pulled her in for a bone-crushing hug.

“You don’t need to be sorry. I’m the one who’s sorry.” The boy mumbled into her hair.

Pulling back, (Y/N) asked, “Why are you sorry?”

“Because if I had told you earlier, none of this would’ve happened and you wouldn’t be in this state. Neither of us would.” Sweet Pea admitted.

“Tell me what, Sweets?”

“That I fucking love you, (Y/N). You’re right, there was something there the night we met. I always denied it because you appeared to match my feelings, turns out I was completely wrong. I’ll never forgive myself for how I made you feel today, but I would’ve regretted everything for as long I live if I’d hadn’t went out to find you. You’re my everything. I can’t live without you. Veronica never loved me. She never will, but you, you love me. You understand me and I need you in my life.” She took in every word coming out of his mouth. She heard him mutter something under his breath and then his lips were on hers. Immediately, he pulled back, regret seeping in slowly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Here you are, trying to recover and I just…”

“Hey.” She put a hand on his cheek, in an effort to ease his nerves.

“It was okay. I’m fine with it. You don’t know how long I wanted that to happen. So, just calm down.” (Y/N) brought her lips to his. Wrapping his hands around her waist, Sweet Pea kissed back instantly. Not wanting to let each other go, the pair reluctantly pulled away for air.

“I love you, more than you know. I always have and I’m not letting go.” she whispered in a voice that soothed him.

“I love you too,” he replied, pulling her in for another passionate kiss. The couple fell asleep that night in each other’s arms, both feeling loved for once in their lives.

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Slithering His Way Out Pt 6

A/N: debating on just leaving this as the last chapter and working on all my other requests... let me know what you guys want me to do..

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Starting a new school for anyone was hard enough, but what made it worse for Y/N was that whether people were going to like her or not was already decided just by her association with a certain group of people. She was already feeling the stares from everyone as she walked down the hall to where Archie told her he would be.

Approaching the table where Archie stood with a brunette next to him who was organizing papers Y/N called out the boy’s name. “Archie.” The redhead picked his head up along with the girl standing next to him. “Hey Y/N.” A light smile spread on the girl’s lips.

“Veronica Lodge.” The brunette said to Y/N sticking her hand out. Y/N accepted the hand shake. “Oo finally I meet the infamous girl who stopped a fight filled with who’s is bigger than who’s.” Glancing at Archie, Y/N could see the nervous smile on his face as he watched the girls interaction.

“Relax Archie.” Was all Y/N managed to say before a bell rang meaning school was about to start. And just like that, the serpents walked in.

Jughead followed by Sweet Pea walked through the doors looking around spotting Y/N. Sweet Pea nudged Jughead before pointing at his ex-girlfriend. The beanie boy nodded before leading the group over to Y/N.

Y/N watched as Sweet Pea let his cold stone facade fall for a second allowing relief to wash over it. She knew it was because no one had heard from her since she left Pop’s. She rolled her eyes before turning her back to the serpents that now stood behind her. Making eye contact with Archie, he raised his eyebrows as a way to ask if she was okay. Y/N nodded.

A familiar sent of cigarettes, leather and a very light hint of cologne filled her nose and she knew Sweet Pea was standing behind her. Y/n took a deep breath to calm herself down and zoned out as the brunette she now knew as Veronica went through a whole speech about drinking from the cup that is “fair Riverdale”.

What zoned her back in was a hand being placed on her shoulder and Jughead saying, “There’s the school spirit I so roundly remember.”

Y/N quickly shrugged the hand placed on her shoulder off as chills spread all over her body. Turning her eyes away from the redhead girl and the bulldog douche making their way down the stairs, she turned to Sweet Pea making eye contact with him. “Don’t.” She said sternly.

Sweet Pea crossed his arms as Y/N took a steps away from him now standing in between Jughead and Toni. Veronica was the first to speak. “Cheryl, no one invited fascist Barbie.” Cheryl was quick to snap back. “Wrong no one invited Southside scum to our school.”

All the deep breathing had gone to waste as Y/N heard insults being thrown at them. “The same scum your brother came to for a way out.” Y/N said just above her breath. Cheryl’s face faltered hearing Y/N’s words, but she quickly recovered. “Listen up here Ragamuffins.”

“I will not let Riverdale High’s above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms are overcrowded with underachievers.” Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes as her hands turned in to fists. Cheryl continued on, “So please do us all a favor and find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways.”

Y/N took a step forward to go after Cheryl, but Toni beat her to it. “Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face?” Toni stepped around the table making her way to Cheryl. Y/N quickly followed in step with Toni ready to defend her friends.

Cheryl took a few steps to meet Toni’s approach. “Happily, Queen of the Buskers.” Y/N jumped in front of Toni making her almost face to face with Cheryl. “Think what you want Cheryl.” Y/N spat out. “But we are a family you shouldn’t mess with.”

Cheryl laughed sarcastically. “Oh please Orphan Girl.” Y/N’s face immediately went stone hard. She began to raise a hand to Cheryl, but it was caught by Archie who now stood in between the two girls. “Okay stop.” He said pulling Y/N’s hand down to their side still keeping hold of it.

“Can we all just put our Northside-Southside differences apart and start over? A new slate?” Archie pleaded/offered. The Bulldog Douche finally decided to speak up after hearing Archie’s plead. “You don’t speak for the Bulldogs, Andrews. And need I remind you these greaser snakes showed up at your place trying to kick your ass all over a tag and a stupid girl.” He spat out girl as he glared at Y/N.

Sweet Pea had enough of the insults being thrown at Y/N. He pushed his way out from behind Toni and Jughead. “Happy to finish what was started.” Y/N turned around pulling her hand out from Archie’s and placed it on Sweet Pea’s chest pushing him back. Jughead and Fangs also grabbed Sweet Pea making sure he didn’t start a fight.

Prinicpal Weatherbee finally made his appearance. “Alright everyone that’s enough pomp and circumstance. Everyone let’s get to class. Now.”

Jughead looked at all the serpents before nodding telling everyone to follow directions. Y/N gave Sweet Pea’s chest one last push as they made eye contact. “Go.” She said with no emotion. Dropping her hand off his chest, she also dropped their gaze.

The serpents dispersed and Y/N remained still. All of that talk of not wanting to be classified with the serpents now out that window because she couldn’t keep her temper in check. She watched as Archie came back after a short chat with Cheryl. “You alright?”

Y/N’s eyes were shut trying to keep her tears at bay. She wouldn’t and couldn’t allow herself to cry. Not here. An arm wrapped around her shoulders and an expensive perfume smell filled her nose. “I’ll take care of this one Archiekins.”

Veronica pulled Y/N in to the closest bathroom. Y/n leaned up against the sink wrapping her arms around herself. As she took a few deep breaths, the Lodge girl studied her. Veronica couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of Y/N and Archie together but she knew it was a life time ago.

While Veronica was stuck in her thoughts, Y/N noticed the girl’s stares. “Hey you don’t have to comfort me. I can take care of myself.” Turning around she looked at herself in the mirror making sure she didn’t look anything but calm and collected. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t have even the slightest feelings for Archie. It was just a short thing before I found Sweet Pea.”

Veronica looked at Y/N through the mirror nodding her head. “I know. But I also know that you were the first real girl he liked. And everyone always remembers their first who actually reciprocates.”

Y/N chuckled. “It’s water under the bridge Veronica. We are no more than a last resort for each other. But you two,” She turned around to actually face Veronica while pointing at her. “You two are nothing but endgame.”

An immediate smile spread on Veronica’s lips. “You should have heard him last night running his mouth about you. I was almost tempted to smother him with a pillow but then he told me that you were the one who stopped that stupid street fight.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders as she continued, “I felt like I owed you one so the redhead is still alive and breathing.”

Chuckles could be heard from both girls in the bathroom. But once the chuckles died down, Veronica’s face filled with nothing but curiosity. Y/N sighed loudly. “Which answer do you want to know first? Why I’m not in a serpent jacket or why I’m treating Sweet Pea like the plague?”

Veronica’s face fell slightly. “I don’t mean to pry.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders again. “Both are very complicated.”

————

After a few too long classes, the lunch bell rang. Y/N stepped out of her history class and began walking down the hall. She didn’t know exactly where she was going to go or who she would even find to sit with, but all that changed when a hand grabbed her arm and that expensive perfume filled her nose again.

“I believe you and I are heading to the student lounge so you can introduce me to your friends.” Veronica too happily claimed. Y/N scoffed. “Didn’t we talk about how complicated things are this morning?”

Veronica lopped their arms and continued walking to the student lounge, Y/N assumed. “The way you defended them against the almighty Cheryl Blossom this morning shows one thing Y/N. And that is you still love and care about them. They might have hurt you but they are still there for you.”

Before Y/N could respond they turned in to the doorway of the student lounge. Y/N looked around spotting her four serpents friends. Veronica and Y/N stood in between the chairs Toni and Jughead were sitting at. Veronica turned to Toni. “I don’t think we’ve properly met. Veronica Lodge.” She stuck her hand out to Toni.

“Of the Park Avenue Lodges.” Jughead said sarcastically while sticking his pinky up. Y/N saw this and smacked the back of his head. “Be nice.”

She could hear Fangs and Sweet Pea snicker at Jughead getting put in his place. Toni ignored her friends and shook Veronica’s hand. “Toni Topaz.” Veronica made another comment about a purple colored gem stone and then another girl Josie introduced herself.

But Y/N’s eyes were stuck on watching Fangs and the sheriff’s son interact. Her eyebrows were raised and a slight smirk was on her face. Looking at her other serpent friends, they all shared the same expressions she did.

“You guys!” The interruption from Principal Weatherbee confused the group of kids as they turned to face him. “Yes you, come with me! Now!”

Veronica, Y/N, Kevin Keller and the four serpents all followed Principal Weatherbee in to the hallway that lead to the main entrance. The bulldog douche stood at the other end of the hallway with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Principal Weatherbee stepped over the Riverdale seal that was now tagged with a horribly drawn serpent.

“Which one of you defaced our school seal with this graffiti?” Before anyone got the chance to defend the serpents, Reggie spoke first. “This is what they do. They tag their turf.” Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Their tags never look like a two-year old did it.”

“My god Reggie. Could you be anymore transparent?” Veronica said once again trying to stick up for the serpents.

“Effective immediately, no gang behavior of any kind will be tolerated in my school. As of this moment, no more serpent jackets.” Principal Weatherbee began dictating causing a loud response from the serpents behind Y/N. Weatherbee repeated himself. “No more serpent jackets! All tattoos are to be covered. Possession of any gang paraphernalia whatsoever will lead to immediate suspension.”

After Weatherbee’s new rules were spoken, Reggie stood making a smug look while staring each one of the serpents down. When his eyes met Y/N’s, he smirked. “I guess you shouldn’t have a problem with the new rules.” He spat trying to get a reaction out of her. And he almost did until Y/N realized just how right he was. She smirked back at him. “I guess I shouldn’t.” She said realizing just how that backfired on the boy standing in front of her and the group standing behind her.

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