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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Strongest

Summary: Sweet Pea/Plus Sized!Reader; Past Jughead/Reader Request: Using the song “Strongest by Ina”? Reader got pregnant w/ jughead’s daughter during senior year but jug doesn’t feel ready for a kid/ is still with Betty ( he used reader as a rebound) and sweet pea is there to love her ?

TW: discussions of abortion

You’re shaking when you lean over the toilet to vomit, you can hear someone come in and freeze hoping they’ll just use the bathroom and leave. “Y/N you in here?” You swallow grimacing and stepping from the bathroom stall looking nervously at Toni. “You okay?” She watches as you wash your hands before rinsing your mouth out. “Yeah, just uh, stomach bug.” Toni’s hand grips your shoulder. “Really? You didn’t even eat anything yet, you were just saying how you were starving.” “You don’t need food for your stomach to puke.” You shrug trying your best not to panic.

“Go home then; I’m pretty sure everyone will understand; especially if you puke more. Nobody’s going to want to get that. Not before the game.” You nod retreating from the bathroom to grab your bag and head home. “Hey Y/N where are you going?” “Home; don’t feel well.” You offer a half smile to Jughead who nods. “I can stop by later if you want; I wanna talk anyways.” You shake your head. “I’ll let you know if I feel better.” You’re walking home, feeling the nausea ebb off, and you debating stopping into the shop to get pain medication. You reason it’s probably just your period, and then the panic sinks in your gut that you should have gotten it two and a half weeks ago. “Shit.” You hiss deciding you’ll have to go to the store but not for the pain meds.

You’re surprised at how much your luck holds, the shop keeper doesn’t glance beyond the leather jacket, and your mom isn’t home from work which leaves you to chug five glasses of water and shiver in fear on the couch until you can pee on the stick that’s hopefully not going to change anything. You’re pretty sure this is what hell is and the four minutes is almost up when your luck runs out and you hear a knock followed by the door opening. “Y/N?” Toni calls out and you want to vomit remembering you left the box on the couch. “Listen I won’t bother you but Fangs said he saw you in the pharmacy looking freaked out and he panicked cause he thought you were gonna puke but when he went up to ask if you wanted a ride you were gone so he called me to.” You cringe as she sucks in a breath. The door opens and she finds you curled next to the toilet hiding from the stick that’s balanced on the edge of the sink. “I can’t look.” You speak muffled between your knees. You hear her wince and you don’t even need to look to know it’s positive.

“Fuck. How do you think Jones’ll feel knowing he’s gonna end up like his dad?” Toni stays quiet, you can hear her moving the test, and crouching in front of you. “He’s back with Betty.” You sigh dropping your shoulder and pulling in a shaking breath. “Well it can’t-“ “If you say worse-“ You hiss. “Hey Toni is Y/N; oh shit.” You can hear someone grabbing the box and turning it over to read it. “Well at least it’s not my fucking mom.” “Oh hey Sweet Pea-“ Toni winces as you start to cry. “Come on Y/N maybe your mom didn’t see anything.” Toni assures you as she helps you stand and tucks the stick in her pocket.

You manage to keep a small amount of luck, Toni able to pass of your tears and general upset-ness as being sick; and her presence as worry and a reminder about the game coming up. It ends abruptly when your mom leaves as soon as she came rushing to get to her second job.

“So; uh, how’d it go?” Sweet Pea asks and Toni glares at him. “How the fuck do you think it went Pea?” “So that’s a yes then?” You turn away from them and retreat to the couch shoving your bag and the pillows to the floor curling into the side of the couch and tugging the blanket over yourself. “Maybe if I just don’t eat for the next like two weeks; hah I’d actually lose weight then, bet Cheryl would let me on the Vixens. At least it won’t be noticeable for a while.” “You have time to think about it anyways. There’s that clinic in Centerville I can give you a lift if you need. Maybe you should let Jones know?” Toni prompts and you shrug.

“Why, that won’t change anything. He used me for a rebound; just until Cooper decided she wanted him back. I wasn’t anything to him and he won’t care.” “You can say it’s mine.” Sweet Pea speaks and you and Toni stare at him. “What?” “Say it’s mine; everyone already assumes I sleep around; that way you don’t have to date me if you don’t want; no one would be surprised. I mean; not being bad, we’re Southsider’s I think they expect it to be fair. It’s just an option.” He holds his hands up nervously. “That’s really Sweet. Thank you.” “Just living up to my name.” He laughs a little and you can’t help but smile. Toni sighs. “I’m gonna bounce; we still on for Pop’s later?” You nod and she grins.

“You want me to leave?” You turn to Sweet Pea who’s ripping up the box and soaking it in water. “What are you doing?” “Soaking the paint off; this way when you throw it away it’s too soggy to read.” “Oh.” You curl your hand around his arm, and he sets the cup aside as you lean on him. “Thank you.” You can feel yourself crying. “It’s no problem; anything for you Y/N.” You laugh a little. “What?” He arches and eyebrow. “I don’t think you’ll be saying that in a few months.” “Do you need anything?” “Right now?” “Well yeah but also in general. You can stay with me if your mom kicks you out. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Why are you being so nice to me; you don’t need to pretend; I’ll be fine on my own; I can manage. Really it’s sweet of you to pretend to be the dad for cover but it’s okay. You don’t need to do anything.” “I know; I want to. I want to help.” “Why?” “I like you, as in romantically.” He keeps his eyes on the ground. “You like me? Me? When you could have anyone else in the entire town?” “Yes.” He looks up grinning. “Is that a problem?” You shake your head and he steps closer. “Good; can I kiss you?” He asks pulling your face closer. “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”

It’s been a week of keeping quiet before Toni looks guiltily at when everyone is sitting in Pop’s; you don’t catch on until you see the booth arrangement; Toni’s on the edge, next to Cheryl; who’s next to Veronica, then Archie, then Betty, and then Jughead. You’re about to ask Sweet Pea to sit next to him when Cheryl smiles and waves you in. “You’re smaller so Sweet Pea can hang off the edge.” “Y/N you doing okay? You look like you lost weight.” Betty asks and you shrug. “I’ve been stressed lately.” “Stress isn’t good.” Fangs trails off as you watch Toni glare at him; you know Sweet Pea told him something of your situation. “Fangs you’ve been staring at Sweet Pea since he got here. What do you know?” “Nothing.” He stutters and Toni and Sweet Pea shake their heads in unison. “Fangs.” Jughead pressures and you can see when Fangs’ folds. “Sweet Pea knocked some girl up.” He mumbles and everyone freezes.

“Fangs I told you not to say anything!” “They deserve to know they’re your friends!” “This is my business, y’all don’t need to be involved.” “Yes we do!” Veronica fires back and Sweet Pea glares. “Did I knock you up? No I didn’t the only people this needs to be between are me and the girl; the rest of you can fuck off.” “No; Sweet Pea as leader of the Serpent’s I have;”

“You ain’t got shit Jones; you ain’t got no reason to poke your nose in my business not when you went of and how did you put it to fang’s and me? Ah yes; slummed it with the Serpent’s while Betty wasn’t talking to you? Hm? Did all those hook-ups you had after you drank just like your dad escape your mind?” You can see the way Jughead’s eyes flicker to you and you can see him swallow. “Fuck this.” He hisses standing and leaving; you’re surprised when Betty doesn’t follow him. More surprised when you find yourself running to catch up to him as he storms off. “I’m pissed you didn’t tell me you were with Sweet Pea when we hooked up; it’s a little rude to both of us.” “I wasn’t.” “So now you have to deal with some random chick he knocked up trying to ruin your relationship; both of you are in the Serpent’s I’m not having that shit interfering with the rest of us.” He laughs and you shake your head. “What?” You swallow not saying anything just shrugging. “Y/N what the fuck is going on.” “I’m with Sweet Pea but he didn’t knock me up.” You retreat as Betty emerges.

“Jones looks like he’s gonna keel over.” Sweet Pea mumbles into your ear and you try not to laugh. “I bet Betty is pissed at him.” You comment and everyone nods. “She’s going to ‘have words with him’ as she put it; are we taking bets on if they break-up or not.” “Come on Toni that’s a shit thing to do.” Archie comments and she grins back. “You’re just pissed cause you lost the last time we bet.” “Shut up.” Archie laughs and you sigh, surprised at how quickly everything returns to normal.

Everyone at school knows; you don’t see the point in trying to hide it; nobody expects any different from a Serpent; although you have to admit having Toni and by extension Cheryl to back you up means no one actually says what they’re thinking about you. Jughead asks to talk to you; he and Betty reconnected yet again; Archie lost fifteen bucks once more and complains to both Ronnie and you about it. “What do you need.” He glares at you; despite having been the one to ask to talk. “You’ll have to be more specific.” You fake a smile. “For the kid; as leader of the Serpent’s I have a responsibility to make sure you and said kid are taken care of and-“ “Leader of the Serpent’s that’s what you’re going with?” You scoff and he shakes his head. “I didn’t ask for this.” “And you think I did?”

“You didn’t do anything to change it.” He snaps and you sigh. “Listen; I don’t need shit from you and your “I’m leader of the Serpents” crap you’re spewing; either you take actual responsibility or just stay the fuck away from me. You have Betty to deal with I’m not going to drag you from how perfect and wonderful she is.” You mock and snap. “I can handle it. I don’t need you.” You expect him to hesitate to ask if you need anything. Instead he just nods. “Good. Keep it that way. Betty better not find out.” “Is that a threat?” “If she doesn’t find out then it won’t be.” He stalks from the room.

“You okay Y/N? You seem kinda shakey?” Sweet Pea snaps you from the daze you were in. “Yeah just tired.” You try to shrug off Jughead’s words but they linger in the back of your mind making you tremor slightly. “Come on. Let’s head home.” You nod letting Sweet Pea grab your bag. “So?” He prompts and you let him pull you against him as he spoons you on the couch; one of his hands draped over the bump on your stomach. “What did Jones want?” “To threaten me; well imply a threat; he doesn’t want Betty to find out.” Sweet Pea narrows his eyes. “I’m pretty sure her and half the school know; little hard to hide it yeah?” His hand moves lightly upwards to turn your face to kiss him. “Not that; just the whole dad thing.” You shrug and Sweet Pea sighs into your hair. “Everyone assumes it’s mine; there’s no need to stress; even Fangs doesn’t know, just in case he lets it slip.”

“I’m not worried about them it’s just shit Jughead just used me for a quick fuck and he gets to walk away from all this; and I’d be the bitch if I said anything.” You sniffle and Sweet Pea sits up slightly wiping your tears. “I know baby, I’m sorry he’s being such a dick about everything; it really is shit.” He pulls the throw blanket over you as he goes to answer a knock on his door. “Hey Sweet Pea is Y/N around?” “What do you want Jones?” “Just to clarify some things we talked about earlier is all.” “Oh you mean when you threatened her?” You peer from the edge of the couch keeping out of sight of the door.

“Listen Sweet Pea I don’t expect you to understand but-“ You can’t see anything as he closes the door. You can hear, surprised no one else seems to hear their shouting match. “You don’t expect me to understand what? You playing pretend at being a good leader for the Serpents? You threatening my girl? You running off and hiding after being an irresponsible fuck boy? I get it, I understand perfectly why you don’t want this getting out; can’t have the leader of the Serpent’s not stepping up and taking care of what’s his can we? But you need to understand something Jones; you don’t get to say shit; you don’t get to have anything to do with this beyond what Y/N needs help with; because if you don’t I’ll go straight to Alice; and I’ll tell her exactly what you did behind her daughters back; before you two had officially broken up no less.” “You wouldn’t-“ “You wanna test that out?” “It goes against Serpent laws for you to-“ You jump when something hits the side of the trailer.

“Serpent law states we protect are own; what the fuck you doing to protect Y/N huh? Running off with some Northsider who likes to use us when she gets in trouble? Allowing one of our own to get killed cause you couldn’t offer him sanctuary after he got out of prison? What about Fangs; kicking him out cause he’s trying to help his mom; you gonna do that to Y/N? You need us to follow you; but if you think you’re the one directing us.” You can hear something thud and you realize Sweet Pea had hoisted Jughead against the side of the trailer moments ago. You don’t move and don’t say anything straining to hear if they’re talking more or not. “What happened?” You ask when Sweet Pea walks back in.

“Nothing Jones just wanted to see if you were okay; said he was sorry about the threat earlier.” “Oh that’s good then.” You don’t say anything as Sweet Pea lifts you and moves you against his chest as you return to spooning before the interruption. “I love you.” You don’t say anything else and keep your eyes straight ahead waiting for a response. You can feel both you and Sweet Pea untense as he smiles responding. “I love you too.” “You have another check up tomorrow, get some rest okay babe?” “Okay.” You nod; not commenting on how when he wraps his arms around you one automatically drifts to protect your stomach.

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iwaxpoetic · 3 years

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fic: like you’d get your knuckles bloody (betty/archie, riverdale)

fandom: riverdale pairing: archie andrews/betty cooper, barchie There were so many choices that felt so small at the time. It seemed as if she blinked while getting a refill of her milkshake at Pop’s and woke up in a forest, covered in her boyfriend’s blood. She had been so many Betties between them - in a bunker, at the farm, chasing down a masked killer, in a black wig, holding Chuck Clayton’s head under water —

Standing beneath her porch light, her heart in her throat while Archie Andrews said, “I can’t give you the answer that you want.”

Was that the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end?--

Betty Cooper, before-and-after.

Her sense of narrative structure made her wish it was as easy as a before-and-after.

There was such clarity in a defining moment, in being able to spot the time when everything changed. There was a Cheryl before and after Jason died; a Jughead before and after he slipped on the Serpent jacket; the Breakfast at Tiffany’s Veronica before she turned In Cold Blood.

There was no clean before-and-after for Betty Cooper. There were so many choices that felt so small at the time. It seemed as if she blinked while getting a refill of her milkshake at Pop’s and woke up in a forest, covered in her boyfriend’s blood. She had been so many Betties between then - in a bunker, at the farm, chasing down a masked killer, in a black wig, holding Chuck Clayton’s head under water —

Standing beneath her porch light, her heart in her throat while Archie Andrews said, “I can’t give you the answer that you want.”

Was that the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end?

——

The old Betty, wherever she began and ended, was characterized by her discipline.

Every day, she suited up in her prim cardigans and slick ponytail, ready for another day as the dutiful daughter, the doting sister, the star student. She could handle any pop quiz, any turbulence in the Cooper household, any pressing deadlines at the Blue and Gold. When the pressure got to be too much, she would clench her fists and breathe through it.

And every night, she looked out her bedroom window at what she really wanted. Second floor, second window from the back, calling to her like a lighthouse. Archie’s window was lit up at all hours of the day and night, whether he was strumming his guitar or dozing off with a movie on. It was her nightlight. She fell asleep to its comforting glow, knowing their time would come one day.

She had to be disciplined, because she was hungry. Sometimes it scared her, how strongly she felt. There was a bottomless pit of want inside of her and she tiptoed around it, testing the edges but never letting herself fall in. Betty didn’t want to be the kind of person who was dragged around by her id. She wanted to be the person that other people thought she was. Sometimes that meant sleepless nights helping Polly learn her cheer routine, piling more volunteer hours on top of her already packed schedule, turning the other cheek to another Blossom insult.

Season five Betty Draper, Cheryl had once called her, as if she knew the half of it.

——

Betty had never thought Archie would love her in the exact way that she loved him.

She knew that love took different shapes in each container. She could see the way her mother and father fit together, pushing and pulling but ultimately a team, making each other better - a real laugh, in retrospect. One of her favorite memories was being eight years old, when Alice had just broken a big story. The pride lit her up from the inside and Hal’s beaming face reflected it right back. But she had also watched from next door as the Andrews fell apart. Fred and Mary lost something that seemed sweet and steady and kind, and then Fred puttered around that big house alone.

She thought about what that love might feel like, when it finally came.

Archie was all sweetness. Being his girlfriend would mean never walking to school alone, sporting his letterman jacket at games, and dancing together at prom. It would be afternoons working on a jalopy in the garage and nights cuddling together on the sofa. He would write songs about her and she would proofread his college essays and they would move to New York together after graduation.

It would be an awful lot like being his friend had been since they turned 13 and their parents had put a moratorium on sleepovers, except that she would get to touch the abs that had been taunting her. The heart that beat under those defined pectoral muscles was pure gold and it was an even better prize.

Something murkier lay beneath the surface for Betty. Sometimes she wondered if she loved him or if she coveted him. She wanted to know every thought in his head, every dream in his heart. Long before the school hallways had started to echo with Archie got hot!, she had been daydreaming about ways to get his hands on her. There were no dibs on a person, but she saw him first and had seen only him since.

Betty had never thought that Archie would burn for her, but she basked in his steady glow. Archie lived closer to the surface - he wore his heart on his sleeve and an easy smile on his face. That was one of the things she loved about him. They would be so happy together, but his devotion would never match hers.

It wasn’t until she was standing at the edge of a shallow grave, looking down at his terrified, resolved face with a shovel in her hand and a gun to her head, that she realized they may have misjudged each other.

——

A dam had broken in Betty Cooper earlier that fall.

It could have been one thing or any number of things — Veronica Lodge sweeping into town, Polly’s mysterious disappearance, Jason Blossom’s body washing up in Sweetwater River. It was an unusually active September, especially by Riverdale’s sleepy standards.

For Betty, it felt like the foundation had been cracking. With one firm tap, it was gone.

You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you, I’ll never be good enough for you.

The careful balancing of what she should want versus what she did want is what had kept her in check for all these years. No one else seemed to have the same qualms. Betty couldn’t imagine Cheryl or Veronica denying themselves a thing. In fact, she knew they wouldn’t. Veronica had talked a big game about turning over a new leaf, but after less than a week in Riverdale, Veronica had seven minutes in a closet and Betty had a box of Magnolia cupcakes.

Only Betty had the discipline to decide to be something and then become it. It had gotten harder for her to see how that was a good thing.

— —

Jughead’s interest in Betty was both a balm and a sting.

Boys had never been interested in her. She wasn’t sure if it was because word of her strict parents preceded her or because her crush on Archie was so obvious that it was not worth getting their hopes up. Whatever the reason, she had made it sixteen years without being asked to the drive-in, having a note slipped in her locker, or having rocks thrown at her window by someone who wanted to date her. She did all those things with her best friend and had become aware that it was not the same.

Until Jughead crawled through her window and gave her her first real kiss, she didn’t realize exactly how different it was.

Being on the other side of the equation was a revelation. It was amazing to think that there was someone who liked her more than anyone else, who thought about her when she wasn’t around, who wanted to kiss her and hold her hand and maybe more one day. Jughead was a good person - he was cute and smart, with a wicked sense of humor that tickled at the dark side she kept such a lid on - but what made him special is that he thought she was special. Betty had never come first to anyone before and she dove into intimacy with the same enthusiasm and determination that she put into any task.

But it was her way to acknowledge the cloud even while she focused on the silver lining. Besides her, Jughead was Archie’s best friend in the world. If other boys had avoided her due to some unspoken claim, surely he would find her to be even further off limits. If Jughead liked her, it was because Archie never would.

Somehow it was more devastating than the rejection itself. A dramatic showdown in formalwear still fit with the narrative that she had imagined for Archie-and-Betty. Power couples faced obstacles. Even after homecoming, even after Melody, even after Veronica, a part of her still though she should be patient. It was the utter lack of drama in her courtship with Jughead that made it real. There was nothing to be dramatic about.

She made her peace with it, first with her nails dug into her palms but then genuinely. The pieces of her heart felt like they were rearranging. Jughead had burst his way in and made his home right in the center. The part that housed her feelings for Archie was smaller, but the scars had made the walls thick and tough.

She would always love him and now she knew what shape it would take. She felt lucky to have enough love in her life that she could feel the difference.

It took a few months, but Betty started to think Jughead might be her soulmate. They both felt a personal obligation to clean up Riverdale’s seedy underbelly, loved books and old movies, and, most importantly, they hated the same things about her. On his lips, “perfect” was scornful. After all of those years pursuing perfection, she wasn’t too fond of it herself.

——

People gave you a wide berth in the aftermath of a showdown with a killer.

Betty was distracted and distant in the weeks following the altercation with Joseph Svenson. People around town stared and whispered even more than usual, but they looked at her with pity and awe in their eyes. Even her mother and Jughead gave her space, assuming that she was reeling after weeks of cat-and-mouse.

When she was alone, Betty didn’t think about Joseph Svenson at all. She thought about Archie Andrews.

It wasn’t about the kiss, although it was hardly the one she had scripted for them long ago. She thought about the way that he had grabbed her hand as she put the pieces together and started to spiral, the only thing tethering her to this earth. She thought about how instantly he had responded to Get in the coffin or I’ll shoot her in the head right now.

To be willing to die for someone was the kind of sweeping statement of love and dedication that was easy to say because it was so unlikely to be tested. It was reserved for the most important people in your life, the ones that you would do anything to protect. When she was in danger, Archie hadn’t batted an eye. When she closed her eyes, all she could see was him lowering himself into a coffin for her. She had been looking at that face for years and years, had known it when it had a beaming smile of mismatched baby teeth, had admired its changing angles. His jaw was clenched but his eyes were as warm as ever when the lid closed over him.

It was unbelievable to think that only weeks ago, kisses and milkshakes had made her feel special. It wasn’t fair to hold up a high school romance against the ultimate sacrifice, but the tectonic plates of her life had shifted again. It was a secret humming under her skin. It was heady to know that there was someone in the world who would do anything for you.

In a way, the showdown with the Black Hood was the most romantic night of her life. That was Riverdale for you.

— —

Betty stopped thinking about Hal Cooper almost as soon as he was locked away. She had spent so much time pouring over the Black Hood and puzzling over her family secrets that when she tried to align the man with the father, none of the pieces fit quite right anymore. After the loss of Hal and Polly, the Cooper family structure coalesced neatly around Betty and Alice as if it had always just been them.

Compartmentalizing and moving on was another discipline that Betty excelled at. Most of the time, anyway.

She thought about Fred Andrews all the time. The lights were out in Archie’s room for the first time that she could remember, but she knew that he was home. The loss was unspeakable, so she never tried.

— —

Even for someone good at compartmentalizing, it could be hard for Betty to separate the way she felt about Veronica from how she felt about Veronica Lodge.

The simple truth is that they were friends because Veronica had decided they were friends. Betty had been skeptical but a little bit flattered. She had written Veronica off at first, sure that she would move on and nestle in at Cheryl's side like two rich bitch peas in a pod, but she had persisted.

No one had ever wanted to be her friend that desperately. Despite what her frilly pink sweaters might imply, she had never been much of a girl’s girl. Her only real friends were Archie and Kevin. That had always been more than enough for her, but there was something to be said for having Veronica in her corner.

But the only person better at compartmentalizing than Betty was Veronica Lodge. Veronica could claim that she was destined to be Betty’s best friend while snatching her lifelong crush out from under her. She could disavow her family’s shady business dealings, then join Lodge Industries and keep quiet about their plans for the Southside. She could love Archie, then sit by while her father destroys his life.

Betty had been tap dancing around questions of morality for a while. One did not get to make too many principled stances when their boyfriend was a gang leader who once partially skinned a woman, and she tried not to throw too many stones from inside a house where she had once blackmailed Cheryl Blossom into testifying on behalf of FP Jones. As she started to shed more and more of her Nice Girl persona, Betty thought she had become more understanding of all the gray in the world.

In a sweltering court room after Labor Day weekend, Betty had found the thing she could never forgive. She watched stupid - noble, self-sacrificing, stupid - Archie jump at a plea deal for a crime he had not committed, all to spare them another trial. Veronica had cried and dropped her head into her hands, but Betty could still see flickers of her in Hiram Lodge’s satisfied smile.

Betty held her friend as she cried and clamped down on her latest intrusive thought - none of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. From learning to read to wrestling him from Ms. Grundy’s clutches, there had never been a problem Betty could not solve for Archie until he crossed Hiram’s path. There was nothing Betty wouldn't do for Archie, but there was nothing she could do for him now, so she averted her teary eyes and tried not to let in the darkness that always seemed so close to the surface now.

Meeting Veronica Lodge was the worst thing that had ever happened to any of them.

— —

When Betty used to dream of Archie as the leading man in every romance, she had imagined kissing him with a frequency that made her blush to think about even now.

She had been inexperienced and was not even sure what she was longing for. In her mind’s eye, she saw him in everything - the foot pop at the end of The Princess Diaries, the foggy window in Titanic, on the dock in The Notebook - hell, even Spiderman dangling upside down in the rain. It was a collage of images that she could not quite attach a sensation to, but it made her blood run a bit hotter.

When Betty tried to flesh out her fantasies, she relied on a few tangible things she did know - the smell of his cologne, which she had picked out; his increasingly hard biceps, flexing under her fingers when they linked arms on the way to school; the way his hair felt when she playfully ruffled it; the slow drag of his fingers across her back and stomach, when he was winding up to tickle her.

It was almost like an out of body experience when she flung the microphone to the ground. Betty was somewhere else in the garage as she and Archie sang, circling the microphone, their traded glances growing less playful and more searching, until he swung the guitar behind his back and reached for her.

The touch of his hand was like it had always been, the tether that held her to earth and made sure she didn’t miss a thing. Betty had never been more present. After all those years of patience and restraint, she couldn’t get close enough.

— —

There was no clear before-and-after for Archie Andrews.

He had come a long way from being the boy-next-door. He had been the star football player and the sensitive musician. He had been groomed by his music teacher and apprenticed at the foot of a mobster. He had started a youth center for the underprivileged and shattered his hand pulling Cheryl Blossom out of a frozen river. It felt like a lifetime ago that it had just been Betty and Archie in a booth at Pop’s, but Betty didn’t feel like he had changed at all. When she looked into his eyes, she saw the same person staring back at her that she always had.

When there was such a bone-deep understanding, how could she ever feel like he was different? With every step he took, she was right there too.

It dawned on Betty that maybe her before-and-after had happened long before she started looking for it. There was a Betty Cooper before she loved Archie Andrews and she had been living in the after since she was 11 years old.

She flipped through her diaries, years and years of little choices. Her next one felt big.

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Strongest

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The Northside Serpent: Part 21

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Male!Keller!Reader

Word count: 3309

Warnings: Archie getting arrested, Ghoulies, season 3 stuff

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You’re Kevin Keller’s little sister when you’re mom left to go to war and your dad started cheating (I’m making it so he’s been cheating since season 1) You started rebelling; dying your hair, getting a nose piercing, tattoo, and hanging out on the southside.

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“Y/N, come on up.” He said and I looked at him shocked. Sweet Pea pushed me to get up and I looked back at him. Sweet Pea and Fangs nodded at me to go and I smiled. I walked up to him and he helped me same as he did with Cheryl. He smiled at me and everyone cheered once again. I hugged him and then ran back to Sweet Pea. He hugged me and lifted me up, being careful of my stitches. He gave me the biggest kiss and when it was over he pulled back, he had the biggest smile on his face.

“I love you Y/N.” He said and I smiled at him.

“I love you too, Sweet Pea.” I said.

We were in the school gym watching Archie officially become class President. The Vixens had just got done and Weatherbee was about to speak.

“Students, faculty and staff, before we inaugurate Archie Andrews in as our new student council President, please rise for our national anthem.” He said and everyone stood up. We put our hands over our hearts and Josie got up to sing. Archie was smiling at us and we smiled back, he was so happy. Suddenly the door opened and we watched as Sheriff Minetta walked in with some other cops and arrested Archie.

“Sheriff Minetta, what are you doing?” Archie asked.

“Archie Andrews, you’re under arrest for the murder of Shadow Lake resident, Cassidy Bullick.” He said.

“What? I didn’t kill him-”

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. Yout have the right to an attorney…” He continued to list off the rights and we all watched in shock.

“Hey! Let him go!” I shouted and went to go run, but Sweet Pea held me back. We watched as our friend was lead out of the school in handcuffs…

I didn’t think Riverdale could get any worse after the Black Hood, but then Archie was arrested in front of the whole school. It was a nightmare and now that summer was here we all were trying to relax even though we couldn’t. Veronica was cut off from her family’s money and was now working at Pop’s, and downstairs at her secret club. Betty had an internship, she was helping Mrs. McCoy and Mrs. Andrews with Archie’s trial. Jughead was writing his book. Toni was on a roadtrip with Cheryl. Kevin spent a lot of time with Moose and Josie. And Sweet Pea spent his free time with me and the others with the Serpents. I still wasn’t on good terms with my Father, but Sweet Pea was trying to convince me to make up with him. Sure he was cool with me dating Sweet Pea now, but he was still cheating on my mother and I couldn’t accept that. Kevin and I were back to being the best of friends since he didn’t care about me being with Sweet Pea anymore, he was still worried but he always was.

Currently we were all at the courthouse in support for Archie. I can’t believe they thought he murdered someone! He would never kill someone, he was one of the sweetest guys in Riverdale! I remember when we were younger and I was too shy to play with my brother’s friends, Archie came up to me on the playground and I thought he was going to be mean and take my dolls from me; but he didn’t. He sat down next to me and ask if he could play. The others noticed how he went missing from there game and saw him with me. They all came over and we’ve been friends ever since. Sure we’re not the closest of friends, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna support them.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the evidence and testimony that was presented in this court tell a dark story. That Mr. Andrews has a history of violent behavior. That he started not one, but two masked vigilante groups. That he assaulted an innocent boy who was helpless with two broken legs. That he went “wilding” in the Southside of town and threatened to shoot a young man in the face-” I noticed Sweet Pea move uncomfortably at hearing this so I grabbed his hand and gently squeezed.

“-That while partying with his friends in the town of Shadow Lake, Mr. Andrews ran into the woods and shot the victim, Cassidy Bullock, point-blank in the head. Now Mr. Andrews claims this it was his girlfriend’s father’s doorman who shot Mr. Bullock. A shot Mr. Andrews claims to have heard, but not seen. Who knows the truth of what happened that terrible night in the wood near Shadow Lake? I’ll tell you who. That man! Archie Andrews may be a varsity athlete and he may be a sensitive musician. But he is also a cold-blooded killer.” Ms. Wright finished and sat down. Mrs. Andrews got up and faced the jury.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we know, for a fact, that Archie Andrews constantly puts the needs of others ahead of his own. We know that he helped to solve the murder of Jason Blossom. We know that he offered both friends and enemies shelter when they had nowhere else to stay. We know that he punched through a river of ice to save the life of his classmate Cheryl Blossom.” I shifted uncomfortably hearing this, she was my best friend and I remember getting a call from her crying. Sweet Pea squeezed my hand and I looked up at him, he gave me a small smile.

“Well let me remind you that there were no witnesses to the actual killing. There was no murder weapon. There was no motive. At the end of the day, all the prosecution has is cloudy testimony from unreliable people. Now, it is my solemn duty as a mother to protect my son. But as an attorney, it’s my duty to adhere to the facts, to the evidence. There is nothing here that proves that Archie Andrews is anything less than an innocent boy. Thank you.” She finished and sat down next to her son.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, the charge is first-degree murder. You may retire to begin your deliberations.” The judge said.

“All rise.” The bailiff said and everyone stood up. Everyone left the courtroom while Archie’s fate was being decided.

“Okay, can you just level with us mom? What do you think Archie’s chances are?” Josie asked.

“Baby, I’d say… 50-50.” Mrs. McCoy answered.

“But if you had to come down on a side, Mrs. McCoy?” Kevin asked.

“I’m not sure honestly Kevin…” She answered and I sighed.

“I’m going over to Sweet Pea and Fangs…” I said and walked over to the boys.

“Hey, how ya holding up Quinny?” Fangs asked and Sweet Pea put his arm around me.

“Well, McCoy says it’s a 50-50 so I’d say not so great…” I answered and Sweets kissed my head.

“It’s gonna be okay babe.” He said and I sighed. I wasn’t sure it was.

“Hey guys, the judge is calling everyone back in.” My brother said and walked past us and up the stairs.

“Guess it’s time to find out the damage.” I said and the two boys nodded. We all went back inside.

“The jury is still deliberating, but I’ve dismissed them.” The judge said. Everyone was whispering to each other.

“They’re sequestered and I’ve instructed them not to read anything about this case, nor to discuss it with anyone. We’ll reconvene Tuesday morning after Labor Day.” He said and I could feel the hope in the room rise.

“My advice to you, young man, is to spend this weekend with your family and your loved ones. That’s all.” He said and you could tell there was still hope, but not as much as before. Everyone was walking out and talking about what just happened. Sweet Pea, Fangs, and I left as soon as we could. I couldn’t stand being in there any longer than I had to. We went to the Serpents place, Sweetwater River. The three of us were relaxing and trying to keep our minds off what just happened. Luckily the familiar hum of Toni’s bike pulled up and we all smiled. We all missed her.

“T! You’re back! Finally!” I shouted happily and attacked her in a hug.

“Missed me that much huh Quinny?” She said with a giggle.

“Of course! I was stuck with these two all summer, I need my two girls in my life to balance it out.” I answered.

“Hey! You love us!” Fangs said walking over with Sweet Pea.

“I do love you guys, but seriously I need some girl time.” I said and Toni laughed.

“Well Cheryl and I are throwing an awesome End-of-Summer pool party at Thornhill and you’re all invited. I should warn you guys Cheryl is kind of looking for trouble.” She said and I smiled.

“Trouble is my middle name.” I smirked.

“Babe, trouble doesn’t seem like a good idea. You dad won’t be happy if you get hurt again or something.” Sweets said worried.

“You just don’t want me getting in trouble after the riot.” I said and he nodded.

“She’ll be fine Sweets.” Toni said.

“Now, let’s catch up before the party.” She said pulling me away from the boys.

“Fangs! Sweet Pea! I need you two!” Jughead called and they two walked off.

Few hours later and all of us were heading to Thornhill for the party. Well they were, I had to stop at home and change. I put on my black bikini, some light blue shorts, a gray short sleeved shirt. Some gray toms, and my sunglasses.

Sweet Pea was kind enough to wait for me outside and we were off to the party. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. I immediately took off my shirt, shorts, shoes, and sunglasses and jumped in the pool. I heard Sweet Pea laughing as I came up for air.

“Come on in babe! The water’s great!” I said and he shoot his head but sat on the side.

“I’m good baby, you enjoy yourself.” He said with a smile.

After an hour or more of swimming I got out a dried off. Sweets and I sat together on a couch that was outside and he kissed my head. I snuggled into his side with a smile on my face.

“I’m happy you’re alive Y/N.” He said and I looked up at him.

“And I’m happy you didn’t do anything stupid while you thought I was dead.” I said and he gave me a slight smile.

“That’s in the past Sweets, we need to move on from all of that okay?” I said and he nodded and kissed me. The kiss was getting pretty hot when Jughead interrupted it.

“Hey love birds, Serpent meeting. Now.” He said when we pulled apart and walked off. Sweets and I looked at each other confused but got up and followed him.

“Are you absolutely sure that this was Hot Dog?” Jughead asked Fangs.

“Hundred percent, man. They must have snatched him on Riot Night. He looked skinny. I don’t think the Ghoulies are feeding him enough.”He answered.

“We’re lucky those animals aren’t slow-roasting him on a grill.” Sweets said pissed.

“What do we do, Jug?” I asked.

“We’d be going behind enemy lines, outnumbered, open to attack from all directions and risking another gang-war.” He said and everyone sighed.

“No Serpent left behind, right? That includes our spirit animal.” He asked and I smirked.

“Okay, we’re gonna deploy after dark. It’s gonna be a stealth mission. It’s gonna be quick.” He ordered.

“Jug, last time you went into Ghoulie territory, you were beaten to within an inch of your life.” Betty said worried.

“He’ll have backup this time.” Cheryl said and I nodded.

“And we’re gonna be quick, Betty. They won’t even know we were there.” He said.

“Okay, well, then I’m coming with you.” Betty said.

“No.” He said.

“No. Don’t you dare tell me that it’s too dangerous, Jug. The Serpent Queen is a warrior queen. So if you’re on the frontlines, so am I.” She said and Jughead smirked.

“Okay. Let’s bring Hot Dog home, shall we?” He said. Sweet Pea pulled me aside and he wore a worried expression.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I don’t want you coming with us.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“But I’m a Serpent now, I should go with you guys.” I said and he shook his head.

“You almost died for us.” He said.

“So did Jug.” I said and he sighed.

“I know, but I can’t lose you…” He said and I sighed.

“Sweets, I’ll stick by you the whole time, just let me come please.” I said and he sighed.

“Promise to stay by me the whole time?” He asked and I stuck out my pinky.

“Pinky promise.” I said and he wrapped his around mine with a smile.

“Fine.” He said and kissed my head.

We all went back to enjoy the rest of the party. As soon as night fell we all got our jackets and piled into Sweet’s truck. We drove to the Southside, which none of us have been to since the riot, and parked just outside the fence that they were keeping Hot Dog. Jughead wanted to make sure no one was there so we’ve been waiting an hour and poor Hot Dog has been whining for us.

“It’s been an hour and no sign of anyone.” Toni said.

“Alright, Sweet Pea, you guys keep look out.” Jughead said grabbing some cutters. All of us watched as he walked through the gate and cut him free. Right as we did though lights turned on and out walked Penny and the Ghoulies.

“Hiya, Jonesy.” Penny said walking up to him.

“Welcome back to the Southside.” She said. Betty went to go after him but Cheryl pulled her back.

“Cheryl!” Betty said.

“Not yet, cousin.” Cheryl said and she stopped.

“I thought this mangy mutt might get you to show up. We need to talk.” Penny said.

“No, we don’t, Penny. I’m here for the dog.” Jug said.

“If you didn’t want trouble, why have you been sending spies all summer, trying to get into our business? Back off. Unless you want a replay of Riot Night.” She said and I growled.

“Y/N, no.” Sweet Pea said.

“Yeah, I’ve been sending scouts. I was looking for Hot Dog. Now that I’ve got him, We’re good.” He said trying to leave.

“Not so fast.” Penny said stopping him.

“Your jacket… the Southside isn’t yours anymore. That means you’re no longer the Southside Serpents.” She said and I rolled my eyes. I honestly couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore.

“You’re really that petty that you care about a damn jacket?” I shouted at her.

“Y/N!” Sweet Pea scolded me.

“Hey, Sweet Pea, you better keep your bitch under control!” Malachai shouted.

“You’re the one being controlled by a bitch!” I shouted back and he glared at me.

“I guess we found our next victim.” Penny said walking closer to Jug.

“Fine. You can have the jacket as long as you and the Ghoulies stay out of the Northside.” He said.

“Oh, you don’t get to make demands.” Malachai said walking closer to him, but before he could make it to him Cheryl shot an arrow into his shoulder.

“Cheryl!” Jughead shouted at her.

“Told you I was in the mood for some hell raising.” She said and I smirked.

“That’s it. Just kill ‘em all.” Penny ordered.

“Cheryl, aim your next arrow right between Penny’s eyes.” Jug ordered and she did.

“If you and your Ghoulies take one more step, she’s gonna release that arrow. Cheryl doesn’t miss.” Jug said.

“Congratulations. You’ve just make the Northside fair game.” Penny said and Jug turned away.

“Come on.” He said to Hot Dog and brought him back to the truck.

“See you soon, Jonesy!” Penny called and we all drove off. Hot Dog was safe now and hopefully everything would be okay, at least for now. We dropped everyone off and Sweets took me back to his place.

“Sweets?” I asked once we were inside, he hasn’t said a word to me since I yelled at Penny and the Ghoulies.

“What the hell was that!?” He shouted and I looked at him shocked.

“All you had to do was keep your mouth shut! Now they’re gonna go after you!” He shouted and I sighed.

“I know…” I said, I knew it was a stupid thing to do, but I couldn’t help it.

“What if I can’t protect you?” He said sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be okay, they’re not gonna do anything.” I said sitting next to him and wrapping my arms around him.

“Yes they will Y/N! And I don’t know if I can protect you!” He said worried.

“Relax babe, I promise, everything’s gonna be okay.” I said and he sighed.

“It won’t be…”

“Yes it will, I have you and the Serpents, my brother, and even though we’re not on great terms right now I still have my dad.” I said which seemed to relax him a bit.

“Come on, let’s get some rest. We got to go to Archie’s trial tomorrow.” I said kicking off my shoes and taking my jacket off. Sweet Pea did the same and we both fell asleep.

The next day we woke up and Sweet Pea took me home so I could change. I put on something appropriate and waited for Sweets to pick me up. My father and brother were already there with Mrs. McCoy and Josie. Sweets picked me up and we got there just in time. We took our seats and anxiously waited to hear Archie’s fate.

“All rise.” The bailiff said and in walked the judge. He sat down and we all took our seats once again.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?” He asked. The man in the front row in the first seat stood up.

“Your Honor, we haven’t. We’re deadlocked. Six-to-six. And it’s not gonna change.” He said and most people started whispering.

“So be it. The jury is dismissed. Thank you for your service.” The judge said and the jury left.

“Your Honor.” Ms. Wright said standing up.

“In lieu of another trial, the State is prepared to offer a deal for a lesser sentence. Instead of prison, time served plus two years in juvenile detention, if Mr. Andrews will plead guilty to the crime of manslaughter.” She said.

“Your Honor-” Mrs. Andrews stood up.

“I’ll take the deal.” Archie said cutting off his mother. Everyone was shocked and we told him not to.

“Your Honor, I accept the deal.” He said and I saw Veronica lean forward, crushed.

“Son, just so I have it straight, though it’s legally within your rights, you’re ignoring the advice of your counsel, your own mother?” The judge asked.

“Yes, Your Honor. I’m guilty.” Archie said and the whispers started up again.

“Mr. Andrews, the court accepts your plea of guilt. You’ll be taken directly from the courthouse to the Leopold and Loeb Juvenile Detention Center, where you will serve out your sentence beginning immediately. This court is adjourned.” The judge said. Everyone watched as Archie was handcuffed and lead out of the courthouse. It hurt to watch him be taken away in handcuffs once again. I could feel tears well in my eyes and a few fell down my cheeks. Sweet Pea wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

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Switch Flipped - Sweet Pea

Chapter Three: Glow in Our Mouths

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Andrews!Reader, Reggie Mantle x Andrews!Reader

Warnings: Riverdale being wack 🤷🏻‍♀️ also language

Summary: After your dad was shot by the black hood, Archie has gone off the deep end, little did you expect yourself to question your northside loyalties

Author’s Note: Sorry, it’s taken so long! Check out our masterlist or #switch flipped series for the other parts. Let me know if you want to be tagged! -Milla

Word Count: 2,784

The holidays had come and gone. Christmas trees that were once radiating with the scent of fresh pine had reverted to dry needles covering living room floors. Forgotten decorations remained in dark corners not to be found until February. The feeling of conclusion washed over Riverdale. Instead of being preoccupied with new shoes or shiny cars families were thankful to be breathing. The Black Hood met his end a biting December night much to the relief of your family. No longer would you be fearful for the lives of those closest to you. For the first time in weeks, you felt safe, like you were home again. Although that didn't stop the irking feeling of evil being hidden under your nose this whole time, walking the same fluorescent hallways of Riverdale High.

You pushed the nagging to the back of your mind as you sat by your window. Snowflakes fell to the pavement melting upon impact. Riverdale was colder than usual, salt covered every road and sidewalk to keep lives moving instead of cooped up for the final days of break. Your eyes drifted toward a familiar figure exiting the Cooper house, a grey hat acting as armor against the frost. Your mind started to wander back to another young serpent.

The last time you saw Sweet Pea was at FP's "retirement party." You had shown up in support along with Betty, Archie, and Veronica. While the other three decided to put on a show of their own you stayed back talking with Jughead or sitting with Toni at the bar. It wasn't the most comfortable night. You were obviously out of place in the musky bar, Veronica and Archie's rendition of "Bad World" didn't help. You left to find your brother midway through Betty's impromptu striptease. As you pushed your way passed oggling, drunk men, your face crashed into someone's chest. Your eyes trailed up to meet a familiar smirk.

“Easy there, watch where your going Princess,” Sweet Pea spoke over the slow music. You shook your head, embarrassed.

“Did you see where my brother went?” You attempted to look over his shoulder. He leaned back against the poster covered wall and motioned his head toward the exit. “Thanks,” you rushed. Sweet Pea nodded and crossed his arms moving his attention towards the stage.

The temperamental state of high school relationships made an appearance that night. You had tried to comfort Archie the same he did for you when you broke up with Reggie, but you knew he was still in love with Veronica. After Betty and Archie caught the black hood, they rekindled their respective relationships, at least to a friendly degree. Balance restored in Riverdale, or so it seemed.

“Students of Riverdale High, this is your principal speaking. E-mails have been sent to your parents, but effective immediately, Southside High School is shut down. Its students will be transferred to other schools in the district, including this one,” the second Weatherbee’s monotonous voice flooded through the intercom chaos ensued.

The usual hushed highschool chatter amplified to the thousandth degree. There was a tension flooding the hallways. It was to be expected. The northside and southside are seemingly two completely different cultures, cultures that in most people’s eyes should be kept separate. You never understood the hate toward the southside. Yes, it wasn't as pretty as the neighboring northside suburbia, but the people living there are the same as everyone else. It’s not like anyone made an effort to help “clean up” the southside anyway, so what gives them the right to judge the people for doing their best to navigate what northside politicians gave them? Your dad played a significant role in your acceptance of the southside.

Fred Andrews loved his town almost as much as his family and not just one half of it. He welcomed southsiders, namely a few Southside Serpents with open arms to his construction company. Fred never took an issue with the wrong side of town. Although he would never let you travel there alone, you had visited Jughead at the Twilight Drive-In countless times. It had an unmistakable charm; not even the most clean-cut northsider could refute. Now that it shut down the southside’s reputation went further downhill.

When Veronica asked you if you would help her greet the new Southside High students and try to make them feel comfortable walking into the Bulldogs den you jumped at the chance. She knew you would. While you were ecstatic for Jughead to return you couldn't help but hope he’d have his new rag-tag trio following behind him.

Things had been weird in the friendship department ever since you and Reggie split. Of course, Midge was still your rock, but Moose didn't have much of a reason to talk to you anymore. It was a weird feeling. Reverting to social status, you hadn't felt since the 8th grade. No more cheering for your friends at football games and treating them to a victory dinner at Pop's. No more rides to school from Reggie when it's raining. No more cozy couple's corner to sit at during lunch. It was the little things that caught you off guard. And you felt bad for Midge who was stuck in the middle of it all. You didn't want her to have to choose between sitting with Moose near Reggie or help you find a new domain to eat lunch.

A piece of you wished nothing ever changed, but the rest of you saw this as an opportunity to grow. What better way to grow than by befriending Jughead's southside pals? They seemed nice enough the few times you met them. And knowing the mentality of Riverdale High, they'll need a northside ally. Not even a minute into Veronica’s introduction to the new students, the cavalry rolled in.

"Listen up, Raggamuffins," Cheryl started. You bit back a laugh at her attempt to sound intimidating regarding your school's above average GPA. She continued spewing her fascist regime until Toni challenged her. Before anything more could come of it, Archie decided to try and diffuse the situation. You were proud of your brother; he was starting to relax back into the open-hearted Archie you knew. Your admiration for your brothers change of agenda was cut short.

"You don't speak for the Bulldogs, Andrews," Reggie butted in. "And need I remind you, these greaser-snakes showed up at your place trying to kick your ass," he said with a hand on Archie's shoulder glaring towards Sweet Pea and Fangs. You noticed Sweet Pea's face contort into venom as he pushed forward at Reggie. Before another rumble broke out, you spoke up.

"A fight that Archie started in the first place," you looked apologetically towards your brother for throwing him under the bus. Reggie looked back at you almost bewildered.

"You're really defending these thugs?" He waved his finger at the group. You took a seething breath pushing your way in front of Reggie and Archie.

"Thugs? Reggie?" You couldn't help but snort at the irony, "have you seemed to forgotten who Riverdale High's resident drug dealer is?" With each word, your tone got sharper. You hadn't breathed in Reggie’s direction since the break. You didn't have the patience. "Apologize. Now," you crossed your arms.

Reggie looked at you as if you had a third head. His mouth floundered searching for his next attack as he glanced between you and the motley crew. You noticed Sweet Pea stepped forward breaking free of Toni and Jughead's grasp.

"I'd listen to the princess if I were you," Sweet Pea glared at Reggie. The bulldog snarled in return ready to lunge. Before he got the chance, Veronica cut in, followed by the bellow of Weatherbee.

The two forces dissipated in opposite directions. You and Veronica lead the southsiders and fellow members of the welcoming committee to the student lounge where you could finish handing out schedules and assigning tour guides in peace. Veronica made it halfway through the list.

"Who would care to show Sweet Pea around fair Riverdale?" She lifted her eyes above her reading glasses at the clump of clean-cut teens. Whispers tangled throughout the group as they stared at the brooding boy. Shaking your head at their shallowness, you stepped forward.

"I'd love to," you smiled at the surprised serpent. "C'mon Sweet Pea," you said walking out of the safety of the lounge. The two of you walked in silence as you showed him to his first-period and second-period classes. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. Neither of you knew what to say. You weren't exactly friends, but not strangers. While walking, you glanced up towards the clock. Six minutes before the bell inevitably rang you stopped short of Sweet Pea's giant steps. He mirrored your sudden halt.

"Um, the bells gonna ring soon, do you maybe want to pick this up during lunch?" You offered. Sweet Pea retuned a hint of a smile and agreed, taking a last look at the room numbers on his schedule before folding it and putting it in his jacket pocket. "Cool, I'll meet you back in the student lounge," stepping back you parted ways.

You tapped your pencil between your fingers on your musty textbook. History seemed especially historical today. Your teacher droned on, dust practically collecting on every word she said. All you could think about was finishing touring Sweet Pea. You were excited to see new faces around Riverdale High. Even now you looked toward your left and spotted washed out pink hair. Finally, the bell snapped you out of your gaze, and you swiped your supplies back in your bag.

You caught up with Toni in the hall as you both headed to the lounge. She plopped down in the chair next to Fangs who was already talking to Kevin by the time you arrived. Not too long after Sweet Pea took a seat next to Kevin while Jughead took his place in the center chair. Josie and Veronica approached the gaggle of teens to made small talk and introductions. Before any meaningful conversation commenced Weatherbee barged in.

“You guys!” He commanded while pointing. We all shared glances of confusion. “Yes, you, come with me.” He promptly exited the doorway. Shrugging, we followed him to the middle of the hallway where a previously sparkling Bulldogs logo remained on the floor. As we looked closer, a green squiggle revealed itself to be a poorly drawn Serpent, tragically mimicking the same one on Jughead’s jacket. “Now! Which one of you defaced our school seal with this graffiti?” He asked pointed at the leather-clad teens.

“This is what they do, principal Weatherbee,” started Reggie in a matter of fact tone. “They tag their turf,” he smirked eyeing the tallest serpent.

That smarmy son of a bitch. “God Reggie, could you be any more transparent?” Veronica took the words right out of your mouth. Weatherbee decided on banning all serpent paraphernalia, including tattoos. At this moment you thought Sweet Pea might be regretting the placement of his own. When everyone retreated back into the lounge, you stood your ground staring at Reggie. Weatherbee and the spectators had continued about their business.

"What the hell Reggie," you were the first to say something.

"I don't know what you mean Y/N," he replied feigning innocence.

"There's only one person in this school with a car fast enough to get to the store and back with still enough time for an amateur art project during his free period," you deducted. "What's your problem with them?"

"They don't belong here," he tried to reason, "they're bad news."

"You don't know a thing about them, Reggie!" Your arms raised up in exasperation. He continued going off on his wrong side of the tracks rant. Most of it muddled through one ear and out the other as you squeezed your eyes shut pinching the bridge of your nose. Then you heard it.

"Babe, c'mon you can't-" Reggie attempted, but you cut him off.

"You don't get to call me that," your voice sounded hollow, "you're, not my boyfriend anymore Reggie. You made that choice yourself."

He didn't get a say in what you chose to do or who you chose to associate with. Without bothering to hear his reply you backed away from him. The person in front of you wasn't the bright-eyed boy you fell for. He was infected with the pain of loss and neglect which contorted into a hatred for people who threated the one slice of normalcy he had left. You wouldn't let him pass that virus to you. As you stepped through the doorway of the student lounge, you didn't notice a certain Serpent eyed the confrontation through the wall of windows. The leftover scowl on your face forced itself into a mildly pleasant smile. You walked up to Sweet Pea determined to finish his tour. He swiftly dug the tattered schedule from his pocket and followed you through the halls.

"We have math together 4th period," you said stopping by the door to the dreaded classroom. "There's an empty seat by me after some kid transferred to Seaside. You can sit there if you want? Um, I mean you don't have to it's just an option if you-" you rambled worried you were being to forward.

"Thanks," he stopped you gently.

You nodded curtly and continued with the tour. Your hands clasped in front of you twiddling with your fingers. You were nearly finished. After showing him the gym, all you had left was the library. You took your phone out of your pocket smiling triumphantly, still 10 minutes to spare before the end of lunch. Looking up to your side you noticed Sweet Pea was staring at you, he was biting the inside of his cheek.

"Do you have a question about anything," you asked suspiciously. It took him a few moments before he concluded what he was going to say.

"What was with you and that Bulldog earlier?" he questioned innocently.

"What? Reggie? He's just an idiot," you tried to brush it off. Sweet Pea's brows furrowed, quirking his head to the side.

"Really? It looked kinda intense?" He must have seen you clenching your jaw as he quickly added, "sorry, uh, its none of my business." His hand offered to surrender.

"It's fine," you smiled reassuringly. "Let's just finish this tour shall we?"

He nodded brightly. You were surprised the way he marveled at the library. His eyes noticeably fixated on the few rows of computers. After that grand finale, the two of you said your goodbyes as you headed towards your respective third periods. Your mind started to wander. Why did he seem so interested in you and Reggie? Was he trying to make small talk? Or perhaps he was taking intel on the enemy? Whatever his motives were the bell disrupted you from sleuthing any further.

Even the smell of the math class made you sick. The second you stepped foot in that room you were bombarded with the scent of worn out erasers, used up pencils, and tears. All trying to be masked by your teacher's obnoxiously citrusy chalkboard cleaner. You took a seat in your familiar spot second row from the back. You took out your textbook and notebooks, hissing as they slipped from your hands. Frazzled you tilted your head back to the front of the room. Sweet Pea stood next to Mr. Chase, holding back a smirk. He had obviously seen your blunder. Sweet Pea nodded at whatever Mr. Chase told him, taking a textbook from his hand and headed towards you.

"So which one's the empty seat you were talking about?" He said pointing to the desks either side of you.

"Um, this one," you motioned to the desk on your right, adjacent the window. The boy took his seat, his long legs miraculously fitting under the table. Throughout math you held your head in your hand, struggling to keep up with the chicken scratch written on the board. Accepting defeat, your attention turned to Sweet Pea. His face was scrunched in concentration. His tongue peeked out from his lips as he clenched his hand around his pencil frantically writing away. You were amazed at how the pencil hadn't snapped due to the white on his knuckles. The dog tags around Sweet Pea's neck glinted in the sunlight that flooded through the cracks of the drawn blinds.

You didn't understand how Reggie could see him as evil or vile. He had been polite and kind to you without incentive that night at Pop's and carried that reputation next to you. Maybe now you had a reason to look forward to math class.

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Playing Pretend - SweetVee

Prompt: Veronica pretends to date Sweet Pea to make Jughead jealous, but as time wears on, she genuinely falls for Sweet Pea.

“Here’s a tip, Lodge. If you don’t want people to know that you like somebody, don’t stare at them from afar,” Sweet Pea leaned up against the bar of the La Bonne Nuit, looking up at the enrapturing woman with the raven hair — the woman who’s heart was aching for someone who didn’t seem the least bit interested in her. Mindlessly, she wiped at the used glasses and flickered her gaze towards the tall Serpent sporting his protective, yet nonchalant stance of crossed arms and signature smirk. “Why don’t you just ask him out?

She grumbled, “I’m Veronica Lodge. I don’t ask boys out, they ask me out.” She placed the now clean glass behind the counter, then unscrewed the cap of her water bottle to take a drink.

“Okay... Lodge, will you go out with me?” Sweet Pea watched as her sudden confused reaction diverted the water into her airway, causing her to cough violently for a couple of moments.

She quickly took another swig to end her fit before she met the boy’s humorous expression. Her eyebrows drew together. “What?”

“Not that hard,” he shrugged, taking in a deep breath through his nose as he straightened his back and his jacket to show her that he didn’t really mean it. “See?”

“For a second there, I thought you were serious,” she took another drink of her water before she brought her attention back to Jughead, who was conversing with Betty on the other side of the speakeasy. They weren’t dating, but seeing them be all happy and giggly with one another brought a pang of hurt and jealousy throughout Veronica’s body. She wished Jughead would see her like that, would see her as more than just a friend. But after what happened with her father, he seemed more distant, as if he blamed her father’s doings on her. It wasn’t fair, but she couldn’t really stop him if that really were the reasoning behind his lack of friendship towards her. “And I thought you were dating Fangs, to be honest.”

“No. We’ve done some shit, but, ultimately, we’re just best friends,” Sweet Pea shrugged, almost as if he had no care in the world.

“I wonder if he even likes me as a friend anymore.” Veronica murmured lowly to herself as she eyed the inventory behind her, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Come with me to the back room so we can continue talking? You seem to be helping in some odd, therapeutic way. I’ll even give you a free drink for your troubles.”

“Sure. But, I don’t need a free drink, Lodge. Helping you with your shit isn’t troubling at all,” Sweet Pea followed after the woman as she lead the way towards the back room. It wasn’t that far away considering the Speakeasy was about the same size as Pop’s. “So, you like Jones for some reason. Have you ever thought of making him jealous?”

“What am I, in sixth grade?” Veronica retorted, sending him a pointed look. “Besides, does Jughead seem like the type to become jealous easily?”

“Jones? Oh, definitely,” Sweet Pea scoffed, arms crossing as Veronica began to mentally count how many containers of juice she currently had. “He gets over-protective over the things that he values. I’m not entirely sure if he does like you, but for the sake of argument, let’s say he does — he likes you and sees some other guy, or girl, moving in on someone he secretly wants? He’ll become all predatory and jealous, and he’ll do anything to keep you on his side.”

“That sounds like he owns me,” Veronica curled her lip in distaste. “Still, I do see what you mean.”

“So, want to bring out the jealousy in him?” Sweet Pea casually leaned against the cool wall, eyebrow cocked in a teasing manner. “I’m kind of his right hand man. You and I dating? He’d go ballistic. It’d be kinda fun to watch him freak out.”

“Are you proposing that we fake a relationship to make Jughead jealous, and therefore, want to date me?” Veronica gaped at the Serpent, shocked at his suggestion. “What if he doesn’t even like me and it fails?”

Sweet Pea shrugged nonchalantly, truly uncaring of if their plan went wrong. “Well, then I get the privilege of being Veronica Lodge’s ex-boyfriend, and you get the ability to say you dated the bad boy Serpent who doesn’t let people in easily. Win-win.”

“I don’t know... but I’m curious—why would you want to do this when you don’t really get anything out of it?”

“Well, partly because i’m bored and having nothing better to do, but I also don’t like seeing you like this, Veronica. After everything with your father, it’s like you’re living in a ghost of yourself. I just hope that this can help bring you back to how you used to be,” Sweet Pea gave the girl a small, sympathetic smile and a caring squeeze on her shoulder. “Don’t tell anybody this, but I miss the old Veronica Lodge. Just... think about it, alright?”

“I will,” Veronica nodded lightly, stepping towards the shelf full of supplies. She reached onto her tip toes to try and snatch one of the large bags full of cocktail napkins. However, due to her height, she couldn’t quite reach. “Could you, uh...”

“How do you formally ask?”

“Sweet Pea, could you grab the cocktail napkins from the top shelf for me, please?” Veronica reiterated slowly with a big, hopeful grin. “It would be much appreciated.”

“Of course, Lodge.” Sweet Pea reached up from behind her. She tried to move to the side, only to end up causing both of them to lose their balance. With a shot of good luck, Sweet Pea managed to bring the cocktail napkins with them as they stumbled into the shelf beside them. “If you wanted to be close to me, Veronica, all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up, Sweet Pea,” Veronica laughed, glancing up at the bag she desired before she snatched it from his grip. “Thank you, even though you were the one who couldn’t wait for me to move to the side.”

“I don’t know... I wasn’t really thinking,” Sweet Pea muttered. “Let’s go before we end up bringing down all of the shelves with us.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Veronica snickered, opening up the door to allow him to go through. However, his arm reached above her entire body to hold it himself, gesturing for her to go first. “Oh.. thank you.”

“What, surprised that I can be a gentleman, Lodge?” Sweet Pea snorted, following after her as she made her way back towards the Speakeasy. “You know, the only people who know the real me are Fangs and Toni. Everyone else just sees my attempts at protecting myself.”

“I would like to genuinely get to know the real you... if you’d allow me,” Veronica spoke softly, tenderly, as if anything louder would give off the wrong vibe. “Maybe one night we can just sit together and talk, as if we were catching up with a long-time friend.”

“I’d like that,” Sweet Pea smiled lightly. “A lot, actually. I know you’re a great woman and I would love to get to know you for who you are, not who others make you out to be.”

“I’m glad it’s mutual,” Veronica nodded gratefully as the two finally reached the bar again.

“Oh, hey, Cheryl wanted me to let you know that you have enough fruit up in the fridge upstairs,” Sweet Pea brought up, just remembering what Cheryl had asked him to tell Veronica — it was partly the reason why he went to the bar in the first place. “She might have stolen a couple of cherries, though. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

Veronica chuckled. “Thanks, Sweet Pea.” She let out a small sigh before gathering a couple of glasses. “I can grab four glasses, could you grab two or three and a bottle of Welch’s sparkling grape juice? It’s break time and I really want a drink with my friends.”

“Sure,” Sweet Pea mumbled. Snickering under his breath, he added, “you know, you’ve been asking me to help a lot. Maybe I should work here.”

“Apply, and you’ll be considered. You’re a friend, and really the only applicant, so you’d have a great chance at getting the job,” Veronica smiled, the two of them making their way towards a large table in the back that held Betty, Jughead, Cheryl, Toni, and Fangs. Setting the glasses on the table in front of their respectable owner, Sweet Pea and Veronica joined in with wide smiles.

“Uh, Veronica... what’s up with your hair?” Betty questioned as she tried to hide her smile behind her arm. “What were you doing?”

“She went in the back with Sweet Pea,” Cheryl narrowed her eyebrows suggestively. “I wonder what they possibly could have done in such a short amount of time.”

“Did you two really go make out in the back room?” Fangs questioned as he poured himself a drink. “I don’t want to insinuate. I mean, remember when we thought that Betty and Jughead were together?”

Sweet Pea began to explain. “Oh, we were just—”

Veronica cleared her throat, interrupting him. “Sweet Pea and I have been keeping it a secret, but we... are together...” she slowed down towards the end to test their reactions. Sweet Pea looked over at her knowingly, smiling as he grabbed her hand with his from under the table. “I didn’t want anyone to know because once others know, the whole relationship changes. I’m sorry for keeping it from you guys.”

“And I started out by helping her, but I couldn’t keep my hands to myself with such a beautiful woman in front of me,” Sweet Pea leaned over and placed a kiss onto Veronica’s tender cheek. “All because those goddamn cocktail napkins are so high up.”

“Aw, isn’t that cute, Jug?” Betty leaned into the boy with the beanie. No one seemed to notice the restraint in his veins as he forced a smile.

“Who would have thought that the raging Serpent would capture the heart of the raven haired princess?” Jughead wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

“Raging Serpent?” Veronica scoffed, shaking her head in utter disappointment at his wording, especially because he knew Sweet Pea more than other people did. “The only time I’ve seen Sweet Pea as enraged as a bull seeing red is when someone fucks with him. Archie goes to the South Side and tags their turf, and pulls a gun on him? He comes to the house and rightfully initiates a fight. Fangs is shot and he knows that the North Side is part of the reason? He trashes the school. Raging Serpent? More like a teenage boy who has been constantly shit on and the only way he can show it is through his fists. Call him that again, Jughead, and instead you’ll be giving that term to me.”

“Whoa, Veronica...” Jughead blinked in surprise, his neck craning backwards.

“Well, he’s a teenager — we’re all fucking teenagers! Who isn’t full of anger and rage at the world? It’s a fucked up place,” Veronica explained, thrusting her hands this way and that.

“I think maybe you’re the one filled with rage,” Jughead corrected himself with a low mumble, not wanting to anger her any further.

“Of course I am,” Veronica poured herself a glass, taking a lovely sip of the sparkling grape juice before continuing. “My father is trying to ruin my life simply because I chose the Serpents over him. He’s ruined everything good about Riverdale, for the sole reason of me refusing to hurt innocent people for an illegal business.”

“Yeah, she has a good point for hating everything, and so does Sweet Pea,” Toni agreed. “I’m going to change the topic back to Sweet Pea and Veronica dating, though, because I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. I think it’s cute and you two are great for one another.”

Soon enough, the conversation died down and everybody simply just enjoyed their drinks, the silence. The only time anybody spoke up was when Sweet Pea leaned down towards Veronica and whispered, “thanks for sticking up for me, Lodge. Looks like you know me more than you know,” into her ear, and then... that was that. They were silent and simply enjoyed each other’s company.

That was how everything started between Veronica and Sweet Pea. The following months, the two were constantly together—you would rarely see them alone. It was almost as if they weren’t in a relationship based solely on making Jughead Jones jealous. And, to their benefit, it seemed to have worked. The beanie-wearing Serpent king’s gaze tended to fall upon the beautiful Latina as she worked her ass off to keep herself afloat. After moving out of the Pembrooke, she worked constantly to keep herself and her studies busy. It may have pissed off her father immensely, but it made her happy and everyone could see that.

Veronica was finally at a point in her life where she was content with who she was as a person. She owned a non-alcoholic speakeasy and Pop’s Chock Lit’Shoppe, both legitimate businesses and it was a big slap in the face to her father, which was a big bonus. Everything was fine.

Everything except for the fact that she knew she was falling hard and fast for Sweet Pea.

Their entire relationship had started because of her crush on Jughead, but after spending so much intimate time with Sweet Pea, she became devastatingly aware of her lack of feelings towards the boy this all started for. She was terrified to tell Sweet Pea, because clearly he had no feelings for her—he was pretending to date her just to make Jughead jealous. If he liked her, what kind of guy would do that? They had grown so close, she couldn’t fuck that up. She refused. However, she did have to vent out her feelings or else she might just explode at the wrong time. So, she went to everybody’s favorite couple, Cheryl Blossom and Toni Topaz.

Veronica softly knocked on the wooden door to Thistlehouse, her hands shaking as she breathed in to try and calm her nerves. Nothing was working, not even telling herself that Cheryl and Toni were her true friends, and they wouldn’t judge her. Not like Betty used to.

When Cheryl and Toni’s beaming smiles cracked open the door, Veronica sent them one back, albeit a nervous one. They were immediate to notice that their friend was panicking over something. “What’s wrong, love?”

Veronica made her way into the house, biting down on her lip as she reeled over what she was going to tell them. Her and Sweet Pea had promised each other that they wouldn’t tell anybody that they weren’t actually dating, but in order to get this off of her chest, to vent her feelings for Sweet Pea out, she had to come clean about the arrangement, no matter how much she didn’t want to betray Sweet Pea.

Taking in a deep breath, Veronica explained the situation. “Sweet Pea and I have been pretending to date this entire time. None of our relationship is real, and I know it seems like it and everybody thinks we are the cutest couple after you two, but I’m sorry to tell you that we’re not actually together.”

“What?” Toni furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean? How? But, you two seem so in love…”

“Yeah, I know. We’re good, huh? Sweet Pea and I have fantastic chemistry,” Veronica sighed sadly, “we started dating because he confronted me about having a crush on Jughead. When we went into the back room, he offered to fake-date me as a way to make Jughead jealous, and therefore, want me. But things have changed—at least, things have changed for me. I’m not sure about Sweet Pea, though.”

“Hold up, you had a crush on Jughead? Of all people, that annoying, whiny pissbaby who kicked us out for a stupid egg that you ended up smashing, anyways?” Cheryl gave her best friend a weird look, completely flabbergasted. She let out a small breath of air, calming herself down—especially with the help of Toni’s thumb soothingly swiping across the tender skin of the red head’s hand. “Let me guess… while in this engagement with Sweet Pea, you started to genuinely fall for him, and now you’re in a chaotic mess.”

“He thinks you’re in love with Jones, while you’re actually wishing to be in a real relationship with Sweet Pea,” Toni clarified, smiling gently, almost as if she were internally cooing at the situation. “This is like a love story.”

“Yeah, except my happy ending is Sweet Pea not shunning me and pretending we haven’t gotten extremely close these last few months,” Veronica muttered. “I can’t tell him, you guys. This is why I came to you two, because I need to vent this out—I can’t tell him because if he finds out that I think I’m falling in love with him, he’ll never speak to me again!”

“That’s not like Sweet Pea,” Toni shook her head solemnly. “Once he starts to love you, he doesn’t stop. He loves to deeply, so gently—he never wants to hurt anyone and he’d bare whatever he had to so that this world—your world—would be a better place. Even ask Fangs, V. He may look like he’s built for one night stands and emotionless sex, but it’s not true. He’s not built that way.”

“I can’t be in love with him. I just… I just fucking can’t!” Veronica raked her hands through her soft charcoal hair in exasperation, shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m scared, you guys. I don’t want to lose him.”

“Ahh, you gotta love the denial stage,” Cheryl breathed out with a grin, despite her friend’s panic. “It always happens right before the ‘oh, fuck, I’m in love’ stage.”

“Cher, babe, not helping,” Toni gave her girlfriend a pointed look. “C’mon, how about we go sit down, breathe, and have a nice cup of tea while we watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s? Does that sound good?”

Veronica nodded while wiping away the tears under her eyes with the pads of her pointer fingers. “And maybe Cheryl’s infamous cookies?”

“I’ll go warm up the oven!”

A week and a half later, Veronica lightly hummed to herself as she cleaned off the bar. When two large, tender hands wound around her waist, an enormous, happy smile tugged at the sides of Veronica’s lips, knowing exactly who the arms belonged to. Swiftly turning around, her arms draped across his shoulders as she looked up into Sweet Pea’s soft brown eyes. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Hi, handsome,” Veronica giggled, stretching onto her tip toes to meet his lips. “I’m almost done with my shift.”

“Okay,” Sweet Pea smiled, sliding into a bar stool. “So, I think what Jughead needs is a reason to swoop in and save you. He seems like the type to want to save girls.”

Veronica’s face dropped, and the second it did, she immediately brought her face back to normal and gave her fake boyfriend a curious look. “What do you mean?”

“I think we might have to have a messy break up,” Sweet Pea murmured. “I’d like to have pretended that we ended on good terms, but he hasn’t had any motivation to get with you because, well, he thinks you’re with me. So, if we break up and you get all emotional, he has to come running.”

Veronica didn’t want that—even if it was fake in the first place. Having to stage a horrible breakup, especially with the guy she actually wanted to be with, that was almost like torture. “I don’t know, Pea…”

“Don’t know what?” Cheryl, Toni, and Fangs questioned as they walked up to the bar. Nonchalantly, Sweet Pea cleared his throat as a way to tell her not to say anything, even though it went without saying. “That you two are the hottest couple here?”

“Dude, I think Jughead has the hots for you, Ronnie,” Fangs gulped, turning his head to look back at the Serpent King, who, upon realizing the small group at the bar gazed in his direction, dropped his lingering gaze and instead laughed at whatever Betty had said to him. “He’s been like this for the past few days. Should we do something?”

“He’s staring at my girl?” Sweet Pea growled lowly, clenching and unclenching his jaw in feign anger—Veronica could tell because he met her eyes. “I’m gonna fucking end—”

“Sweet Pea, no,” Veronica sighed. “Just leave it. I love Sweet Pea, alright? He can suffer with his unrequited love.”

“But he’s been ogling at you for days—”

“Fangs, please…” Veronica shook her head, begging the boy to quit it. This gave Sweet Pea the inside knowledge that their fake relationship had finally fulfilled it’s purpose, which meant he would go for the messy break up plan. “Just leave it alone.”

“Leave it alone?” Sweet Pea raised his voice, causing a couple of heads in the speakeasy to turn their way. Especially Jughead and Betty’s. “Leave it alone? What, do you love him back?”

Veronica froze in her place, her worst nightmare coming true—both Jughead and Betty began to make their way over to the bar, worried for their friends and what was going on.

“Do you love him back?” Sweet Pea reiterated, his face growing red as he breathed in and out deeply. “Is that why you want to protect him? Because you love Jughead?”

“What?” Betty laughed incredulously. “Veronica, liking Jughead? That’s insane.”

“I—” Veronica couldn’t speak. Her eyes teared up, the pressure and the expectations from different people getting to her. “I—”

“Veronica, is that true?” Jughead softly pushed Betty to the side so he could step forward, a gentle look on his face. “Veronica, hello?”

“If you love me, say something,” Sweet Pea demanded gruffly, his own eyes filling up with tears. She gasped in shock, the sight of seeing Sweet Pea, even though it was all for show, crying created a pool of hurt in the pit of her stomach. “Please… say something.”

“Sweet Pea, I—” he didn’t give her a chance. He knew this was her one shot to have a messy break up, so instead of staying and listening to what she had to say, he shook his head dismissively and stood up.

“If you love Jones so much, why don’t you date him, then?” Sweet Pea snapped coldly, stalking up the stairs of the speakeasy.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Betty voiced, rolling her eyes. “Jughead doesn’t like Veronica, oaky? He would have told me—”

“Betty, shut up,” Jughead squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus. “Veronica… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Veronica met Cheryl and Toni’s knowing, saddened gaze, before she looked back over at Jughead, the tears continuing to flood down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Jughead… but I don’t feel like that anymore. I used too, but—”

“Wait, what?” Jughead questioned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Sweet Pea and I began to fake-date because he found out I had a crush on you,” Veronica began, sighing. “The plan was to make you jealous so that you’d have the initiative to ask me out, because he thought that you liked me back and just needed a push. But, as we kept up the ploy, I began to love him more and more, and, well, you less. And now everything is ruined.”

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” Fangs whispered, realizing that he had brought all of this on by giving Sweet Pea something to use. “If I would have known…”

“Veronica, you were too afraid to tell me that you loved me?” Jughead breathed in shock. “If you would have told me, we would have been together. I—I liked you, too.”

“Wait, what?” Betty curled her lip in disgust. “Juggy—”

“But, now you’ve fallen for him,” he continued, cutting the blonde off. “And our time is gone, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry, Jug,” Veronica whispered.

“He doesn’t know, does he?” Jughead chewed on the inside of his cheek, fuming. “Well, now he is.”

“Wait, Jughead, no!” Veronica begged, rushing past the bar to latch onto his arm to stop him. “Jughead, please, don’t tell him. If he knows the truth, he’ll never speak to me again. He doesn’t feel the same way I do. Please, Jughead!”

“Unlike how you kept the truth from me, he deserves to know,” Jughead growled as he ripped his arm from her grip and followed in the direction where Sweet Pea left.

Veronica fell to the ground sobbing, knowing that her friendship with Sweet Pea was over, that he would never want to speak to her again. He didn’t feel the same way, and much like it probably ruined anything she currently had with Jughead, the same fate would go for her relationship with Sweet Pea.

“Veronica…”

“No!” She screamed, jerking from Toni’s fingertips that grazed her shoulder. “No… I have to—I have to get out of here. Fangs, please, watch over La Bonne Nuit.”

“Y-Yeah,” he nodded, gulping. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. Just… out of here,” Veronica attempted to wipe the tears from her eyes that blurred her vision, but it wasn’t much use because the tears kept on coming. She crawled her way up the steps, thankful that she was hidden thanks to the bar covering the front of the door. She made her way towards the bathroom, thankfully unnoticed by Jughead and Sweet Pea sitting on the retro red stools of Pop’s.

When she got into the bathroom, she locked it behind her and pressed herself against the door, letting the tears run freely, without judgement.

Why did you have to get yourself into this mess? Veronica growled to herself in her head, finding every little reason why she was stupid, and deserved everything she had coming.

But, another little voice told her the opposite. It’s not your fault you fell for a handsome, loving, caring, supportive, deep, and incredible guy like Sweet Pea—he’s everything you wanted, any more!

“I don’t deserve him. Jughead was right, this all started out as me using him to make Jughead jealous. He may have suggested it, but I was stupid to agree,” Veronica whimpered. “God, why do I fuck up everything I care about?”

“Pop, have you seen Veronica?” Sweet Pea’s booming voice caused her to clamp her hand onto her mouth to quiet her uncontrollable sobs, and ultimately, her degrading words. “Please, I need to find her. She doesn’t know… she doesn’t know how I truly feel about her!”

Veronica’s eyebrows creased at the proclamation—she was sure he didn’t feel the same way for her. If he liked her back, why would he help her try to make Jughead jealous?

“Sweet Pea, she couldn’t have gone far, she just left,” Cheryl explained. “Try the bathroom.”

She loved Cheryl, but right now, she was silently cursing her.

Veronica felt the weight of Sweet Pea trying to push open the girl’s restroom. She whimpered, shaking her head. “Go away.”

“Veronica, I’ve liked you since you were dating Archie,” Sweet Pea chuckled. “Please, open the door.”

“If you really liked me, why would you try to help me get with Jughead?” Veronica cried. “Why? It doesn’t make sense, Sweet Pea.”

“Because I wanted you to be happy,” he sighed. “It hurt me to hear you confess your love for him, but getting to date you even if it was fake would be almost as good. But, now I find out that you grew to love me, and not Jughead? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, and you would hate me, and end our friendship,” Veronica sniffled. “I couldn’t handle that… I couldn’t handle us not being friends.”

“God, no, Veronica,” Sweet Pea mumbled. “I love you, and I’d like to prove it to you, but you won’t open the door.”

Laughing through her tears, she slid up the door and unlocked it, facing him despite knowing she looked like a mess.

“Even when you have makeup running down your cheeks, you’re still so beautiful,” he wiped away a tear with his thumb before bringing himself closer to her. With a soft smile, he placed a tiny kiss upon her lips. “Now, without any fake-relationship in our way, we have kissed. Would you like to go on a date with me, and be my official girlfriend?”

Veronica nodded, wrapping her arms around the boy gratefully. “I love you, Pea.”

“I love you, too, Ronnie.”

#Riverdale #SweetVee #Sweet Pea #Veronica Lodge

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alisonwritesimagines · 6 years

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Our Miracle ~Sweet Pea Imagine~

Summary: Now since the Black Hood is caught, you come back home. This means that you’re reunited with your brother and your boyfriend. Nine months since you’ve come back, you give birth to your first born child.

Author’s Note: This is requested. To be honest, I wasn’t planning to write this but I got nothing else to do. Also, I had to use Jordan Connor’s last name for Sweet Pea because we don’t know his real name in the show.

Part One | Part Two

You were happy to go back home. You had gotten the call from Archie who gave you the exciting news. You packed your bags and went back to Riverdale.

Fred was there to pick you up. You were more than happy to see your dad again. When you got home, your friends and boyfriend were there to welcome you home.

“Aw guys,” You smile.

Archie was the first person to hug you. You hugged him tightly before looking over at your boyfriend. You pulled away from your big brother before hugging your boyfriend. He gave you a long kiss before pulling away with a big grin.

“Y/N, how’s the baby?” Betty asked.

“Great. They’re doing fine,” You smile, putting your hand on your stomach.

“Y/N, since you’re back, we are going to put you on a strict diet that’ll benefit you and your baby,” Cheryl said walking over to you. You smiled as you looked at Sweet Pea.

“Don’t steal her away from me now,” Sweet Pea joked.

When you found out that Sweet Pea was joining Riverdale High School, you felt like your world was turning right side up. This meant that he would be closer to you and your baby.

“What do you think of the name Nancy?” Veronica asked. You and Sweet Pea were trying to figure out names for the baby already. You wanted to make sure that when the baby arrived, you won’t forget something.

“No,” You shook your head.

“Well no matter what name we pick, I’ll love our baby no matter what. So long as we come up with a Serpent nickname,” Sweet Pea smiled before rubbing your stomach.

“Just promise that you won’t name the baby something... interesting like how Polly named her twins,” Betty said.

“What about Audrey or Jay? After your favorite actress and from your favorite book,” Sweet Pea suggested.

“I like that,” You agree.

You stayed away from drama and everyone made sure that you weren’t involve with it. You studied hard to pass your classes. Sweet Pea also studied hard so the both of you could prepare a bright future for your baby.

“Archie! Let’s go! I’m going to be late for my appointment!” You yell.

Months have passed and now, you were going to find out the sex of your baby. Sweet Pea agreed to meet you at the doctor’s office.

“I’m coming,” Archie said, coming downstairs.

“Let’s go,” You say, practically pushing him out the door.

In the doctor’s room, you lied on the bed as Archie and Sweet Pea stood next to you.

“Now, I’m just going to apply this gel over your stomach. Fair warning, it’s going to be a bit cold,” The doctor said before putting the gel on you. You held Sweet Pea’s hand as you smiled up at him.

“Are you excited to know what the baby’s gender is?” The doctor asked.

“Yup,” You nodded.

“Well, there is your baby on the screen,” The doctor said, scanning your stomach with the device. You smile excitedly as you saw your baby on the monitor.

“Sweet Pea, look,” You said.

“I see it,” Sweet Pea says before kissing your forehead.

“Looks like you’re having a baby girl,” The doctor said.

“I’m getting a niece?” Archie asked in happiness.

“Yup.”

“We’re having a daughter,” You said excitedly.

“Congratulations. Would you like a picture?” The doctor asked.

“Yes please,” You nodded.

You showed the picture of your new baby girl to your dad first. Sweet Pea sat with you as you showed your dad the picture.

“A girl huh?” Your dad smiled.

“Yup.”

“Thought of any names?” Your dad asked you.

“Sweet Pea came up with the name Audrey,” You tell him.

“Audrey. Lets hope she gets your hair,” Your dad said.

“If she gets my hair, she better have Sweet Pea’s eyes,” You say, looking over at your boyfriend.

You showed the picture of your baby to his gang of course. You showed the picture to his family who were happy for the both of you.

“I’m so glad Sweet Pea has someone who can keep him balanced now,” His grandmother said. You smiled before looking over at Sweet Pea who was talking to some of his relatives.

A month before your due date, Veronica threw a baby shower for you. You were grateful that she did even though you didn’t want her to throw one for you.

“Hello, little Andrews,” Cheryl said before hugging you.

“Hi, Cheryl,” You smile.

“I see Veronica invited some of Sweet Pea’s gangs,” Cheryl said looking around.

“Well out baby comes from both sides of Riverdale. It’s fair to have my life and his life known to our child,” You tell her.

“Whatever makes you happy,” She said.

“Y/N, I have to say, I’d thought I never see the day when Sweet Pea will settle down with a girl that he truly cares about,” Toni said before putting an arm on your shoulder. You looked at her before looking at Sweet Pea who was talking to Fangs.

“I’m happy I found him. I don’t know what I’d do without him,” You tell Toni.

“I think you bring the best in him,” She said.

“And he brings the best in me,” You tell her.

“I never see him so careful. Remember how he used to fight all the time?” Toni asked.

“Oh yes. I gotta say. I kinda miss watching him fight,” You tell her.

“Really?”

“Yeah. He looked hot when he fought,” You smile at her.

“Any cravings?” Toni asked.

“Just peanut butter and apple pie,” You tell her.

“Sweet Pea mentioned that so lucky for you, there’s a whole apple pie over there,” Toni said.

“Help me get a slice,” You say before taking her over there.

When you went into labor, your dad and Sweet Pea helped you into the car. Your dad drove you while Sweet Pea followed behind from his motorcycle. Giving birth was painful but luckily, Sweet Pea never left your side.

About five hours later, you gave birth to your new daughter. You smiled at her as Sweet Pea held her. He sat next to you as he held onto her.

“Knock, knock,” Your dad said as he held a balloon. Archie and your mom was right behind him.

“Hi guys,” You say softly.

“Oh my goodness. Let me see her,” Your mom said before walking over to meet her new grandchild.

“Meet Audrey Daphne Andrews Connor,” You say.

“Connor? Your last name’s Connor?” Archie asked Sweet Pea.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll hurt you,” Sweet Pea threatened.

“I won’t say a word,” Archie said before looking over to see his new niece.

“Now, I’m happy for you both, but at least wait to have another one when you’re out of high school and maybe out of college,” Your dad said.

“I promise,” You tell him.

When you were allowed to go back home, you lied on your bed with Sweet Pea as you held your daughter in your arms. You had some soft music playing as you held onto her.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“I know that I want a life with you. Especially with Audrey with our lives now, I want you and Audrey in my future,” Sweet Pea said before holding up a ring. You looked over at him making him chuckle.

“It’s not an engagement ring but it is a promise ring,” He said.

“After we graduate college, I want to marry you,” Sweet Pea said.

“I like that promise,” You smile up at him.

“Will you Y/N Andrews, promise me that after college we will get married and start a new life somewhere not in Riverdale? Somewhere where we can be us?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Yes,” You nod your head, feeling that you could cry at this point.

Sweet Pea smiled before giving you a passionate kiss. He slid the ring onto your ring finger before giving you another kiss. He gave a light kiss on Audrey’s small head before looking at you.

“I love you,” Sweet Pea tells you.

“I love you too,” You say back to him.

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #jordan connor #jordan connor imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagine #southside serpents #the cw riverdale #alisonwritesimagines

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minky-beta · 7 years

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Cheryl Blossom x Reader: Whole New Side

Request: When requests open: Cheryl x reader: the reader is a huge power rangers Nerd and is an expert martial artist because of it. This information is unknown to Cheryl and the reader's friends the core four and Kevin. Secretly the reader has been sneaking off to compete in martial arts competitions. One day her friends and girlfriend get suspicious and follow her only to witness her win first place and win a massive trophy. End with Cheryl calling the reader Daddy. Please and thank you.

A/N: I used to be really invested in my old dance studio, so I tried to kinda apply that, hope it worked. Also I know like -nothing- abt martial arts, so I was pretty vague, sorry if that bothers anyone

The reader is gender neutral.

I hope you all like it! And stay amazing! <3

You loved martial arts. It was your thing. Mad? You could do conditioning to grow stronger. Sad? Just fill your head with technique, not on what was hurting. Bored? Try to learn some new punch or kick or way to take someone down. Power Rangers was what made you first ask for lessons. Considering how got into martial arts, your parents thought that you would lose interest and quit after a month or two. Being good at martial arts didn't mean that you would get a neon suit and fight aliens and get superpowers, but you stuck to it.

You loved it because it was fun, and you were good at it. As school got busier, you went down to only having classes on the weekend, though a lot of the time you had competitions.

It was kind of like a separate world to be honest. Even though you loved it, it wasn't something that you talked about it at Riverdale High. You had a whole other different circle of friends, and you kind of felt like a different person around them. Don't get it wrong, you loved both of these worlds, they just never intercrossed.

While your martial arts world was strong and exciting, your Riverdale world was comforting, it felt like home, even when drama was whirling around everywhere. One thing that reassured it as home was your girlfriend, Cheryl.

You and her had been together for a while already. She was like a cat to you; she was strong and independent one second, then cuddling and kissing you with a cute smile the next.

You usually were able to balance the amount you spent with your girlfriend and your friends with martial arts, but lately you had been cancelling in order to fit in more practice. The state martial arts competition was coming up, and it would determine whether or not you went to Nationals.

The year before you had gotten close to Nationals, only to end up losing your last match, and losing the chance to get to Nationals that year. You were more nervous about this competiton than usual, so the extra practice helped you stay calm, even if it was just for a while.

That didn't mean that your friends weren't suspicious. Your group had made a habit of meeting up at Pop's after school, and they all came up to you asking questions after you missed three days in a row, though you were too busy thinking about the competition to actually give them real answers.

As the weeks went by, your friends only got more and more worried, but you only kept cancelling more and more often (which made them more worried, really bad cycle).

After two weeks of acting like this, Cheryl was seriously concerned about you. She had been the calmest one about this at first, thinking that you just needed some alone time, but she noticed that even when you were hanging out with her or your friends, you weren't really there.

It was now the day before the competition, and you were shoving stuff from your locker into your backpack, trying to get to the dojo soon, when Cheryl grabbed your wrist to freeze you. You raised your eyebrows at her. "Is everything alright, Cher?"

She scrunched up her eyebrows. "I was about to ask you that,"

"What are you talking about?" you asked, shutting your locker, "I mean, I'm a little stressed, but nothing that's a big deal,"

"Stressed? Why are you stressed? There aren't any exams coming up,"

You were about to answer when you saw the time. "Listen, I'm running late. But I promise that I'll talk to you later, okay?" you sighed, before leaning closer and giving her a chaste kiss, "Bye sweetie,"

Before Cheryl could try to stop you, you were out the school's doors. She huffed. She wasn't used to people just brushing her aside, especially not you. You were one of the most attentive people she knew, that was one of the reasons she liked you so much; it showed you cared.

She clenched her jaw before she stalked out of the school, figuring out a plan as she head towards Pop's. Cheryl opened the door and all but ran over to the table where your friends were, usually you were with them, but she wasn't surprised when she saw you were missing.

Veronica noticed her first and raised her eyebrows. "Cheryl, what are you doing here?" Although she had grown nicer with your friends, her and the group themselves weren't exactly friends.

Cheryl slid into the booth; Archie and Jughead sliding to accommodate. "Is Y/N not interested in me anymore?"

The table looked surprised, and Betty shook her head with wide eyes. "No, Y/N is still very into you. Why?"

Cheryl pressed her lips together. "Then what's going on with them/her/him?"

"We thought you knew," Jughead said.

"Nope," Cheryl admitted, "Y/N's barely talked to me these past few weeks to be honest,"

"The same thing's been happening with us," Veronica said with a frown, "We thought that they/she/he were cancelling to hang out with you,"

Archie leaned on the table. "What do you think is going on then?"

"I don't know," Betty sighed, "But I'm really worried about them/her/him,"

Cheryl nodded. "Y/N's been really distracted and stressed. I'm really worried too,"

"With Riverdale..." Veronica added with a frown, "You have no idea what could be going on,"

"Would Y/N really get involved with something bad, though?" Archie asked and Jughead nodded along.

"Polly seemed fine," Betty said, "And it turned out that she was stuck in an asylum for being pregnant,"

Veronica nodded, before Cheryl spoke up. "I heard Y/N on the phone during lunch, apparently there's something really serious after school tomorrow,"

"We should follow them/her/him," Veronica suggested.

"Isn't that crossing a line?" Jughead raised his eyebrows.

"What if Y/N really is in trouble?" Betty asked, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Y/N got hurt because we weren't there,"

"Either way, we can at least see what's stressing Y/N out," Veronica said, "Whether or not we should be worried,"

"I'm doing it," Cheryl said, shooting a look at Archie and Jughead, "Who's with me?"

"I am," Betty and Veronica followed.

"Count me in," Archie mumbled.

Jughead clenched his jaw before he nodded. "Okay, I'm in too,"

You were a bundle of nerves the entire day. Your leg would bounce up and down during classes. You would keep zoning out of conversations and class. Although you felt sick, you forced yourself to eat more than usual at lunch, the last thing you wanted was to feel dizzy at competition.

Because of this, you didn't notice the concerned glances your friends kept sending each other. But you always drifted the conversation to something trivial (talking about the competition just made you feel worse).

You rushed out of school as soon as the bell rang, meeting up with one of your friends who was also competing. "You ready?" they asked.

"Nope," you laughed, "Pretty terrified,"

"Same here," they smirked before the car started, and the both of you were on your way to the competition.

Your friends and Cheryl were only one car behind you, making sure that they could see you. Archie was driving with Cheryl in the passenger seat, while the rest were in the backseat. Although Betty and Veronica tried to keep a conversation going, the entire ride was tense and mostly silent.

Cheryl had lost track of time when you all pulled up to a different high school. Despite it being past the last period, the parking lot was full, and they struggled to find a parking spot.

The group looked at each other with raised eyebrows as they got out of the car; they had lost you once you pulled in. "What would Y/N be doing here?" Veronica asked as they slowly made their was to the doors.

"I don't know," Betty said, "Why are there so many people here? It doesn't make sense,"

"But that probably means that Y/N isn't doing anything dangerous," Jughead commented, "What criminal ring would do business here?"

"I'm still a little worried," Archie admitted as the group stopped in front of the doors. They glanced at each other before staring at the doors, waiting for someone to take the first step.

"We could still turn back," Jughead whispered, "Y/N would never know that we did this,"

"No." Cheryl clenched her jaw and pressed her lips together. "I want to know what's been making Y/N so stressed these past few weeks, whether it's dangerous or not, I want to be there for them,"

Before anyone could comment, Cheryl turned on her heel and strutted past the doors, oozing an aura of confidence that at the moment, she didn't possess.

How the group found seats in the crowded gym, none of them knew. The sounds of the crowd was deafening, and Veronica could already feel a headache coming on. They couldn't find any clues as to what was going on, only a few mats on the gym floor. Cheryl's eyes ran over the crowd, looking for you, and she got worried when she didn't see you. She had never met the person that you got into the car with, and she wanted to believe that you were alright.

Before she could voice any of these concerns, a man stepped into the center of the gym with a microphone. He gave a short speech that she didn't pay attention to, before yelling out some names. Cheryl furrowed her eyebrows when he yelled out "L/N!".

"Was that Y/N's name?" Archie asked.

"I think so," Cheryl muttered, and they both looked at each other confused. Betty gasped and nudged Cheryl's arm as she pointed to the floor. "I think that's Y/N!"

When Cheryl squinted, she could make out your features. You were in a martial arts uniform, with another person in a uniform standing across from you. The ref repeated the rules to the both of you, and you two nodded at him.

He nodded at you, satisfied, before he blew his whistle. Faster than Cheryl could think, you and the person had begun fighting. You both threw punches and kicks, all looking random to Cheryl, but she knew from your tense form that there had to be some sense to it that she didn't know.

Cheryl winced when your legs were thrown out underneath you, making you land on your back. You grunted as you swung your leg towards the lower part of your opponent's legs, making them fall as well. You jumped up, grabbing their arm and pulling it behind them. They struggled, before the ref blew his whistle again, and the both of you relaxed.

You smiled and held a hand out to your opponent. Cheryl could make out you saying "Good fight up there" as the two of you shook hands, before another pair was brought up to the mat.

Countless pairs went up against each other, and she tensed up whenever you came up. She would calm down whenever you bought yourself another win, only to get worried again by the next round.

"Y/N's killing it," Jughead said with a wide smile and raised eyebrows. Veronica nodded. "How did none of us know this?"

"I don't know," Cheryl said with a smile as you brought down, yet again, another opponent. She couldn't comprehend how she knew so much about you, yet so little at the same time. She could recite your favorite books, your favorite lines from movies, and your favorite songs. She knew what your dream house was, so much so that yours and hers had melded into a middle ground. And this had never came up.

She could tell by your focused eyes, yet complete ease at the end of the fight, that you had done this for a long time and obviously cared. Her eyes glazed over as you sent them a huge smile, complimenting them before going back over to your coach and friends.

Archie nudged her with concern evident in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

"It's just... Here I was thinking that I finally understood Y/N, and then I find out that there's this whole new side that..." Cheryl trailed off with a small smile as she watched you. "I've never touched or thought about. A side I didn't even know existed,"

Archie nodded with a smile before another pair came up to the mat; the group immediately taking sides and bets on who would win just based off of how they stood.

“Redhead’s definitely taking this one,” Veronica shrugged, “Look at those shoulders; they could bulldoze someone,”

Jughead shook his head. “They were clumsy just on their way to the mat, no way they’re gonna last long,”

Your hands were shaking as you stared at the last fight. You would fight the winner of this fight, and that would determined your placement in this competition. By now, you were guaranteed to move onto Nationals, but there was a difference between moving on as 1st or 2nd.

Your coach put their hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. "You'll do fine kid," You sent them a nervous smile, before the ref blew his whistle. You gulped as the winner stood up with a smile. They shook hands, and the next thing you knew, you were standing up, on your way to the center. "I can do this," you whispered to yourself before you stepped onto the mat.

They smiled at you and moved their blonde hair out of the way. "Good luck," "You too," you smiled, feeling yourself relax just a tiny bit.

The ref repeated the same rules to the both of you before blowing the whistle. You dodged their kick, pushing back on their leg to make them lose their balance, throwing a punch before they could regain it. They moved out of the way, stumbling for a moment before standing straight.

You huffed before taking a deep breath. You threw a punch, before aiming another kick at them. You moved closer to them as you threw punches, making it harder for them to dodge it.

It was a flash of adrenaline as you aimed your hits and kicks, while trying to dodge the ones they threw at you. This fight was lasting longer than usual. Every time you thought that you finally had them, they would throw a punch that would take away your breath, or hit your legs and make you stumble.

You swept your leg under theirs, feeling relieved when their eyes widened. You threw another hit and used your weight to get them more off balance. You both grunted as you hit the ground. By the time that you had collected your thoughts, working to make sure that they didn't get back up, the ref's whistled cut through your panting.

You froze for a moment before you scrambled off of them, helping them up. The ref grabbed your wrist, pulling it up as he said your placement.

Your opponent clapped with a sad smile. "Congrats,"

"Thanks," you said, "You did great ya know,"

"Thanks," they said, before you turned to your coach, giving them a tight hug. As you hugged the rest of your friends, you felt exhausted, happy nonetheless, but exhausted. You shook your head as you got away from your friends, walking right outside for the fresh air. You shut your eyes as you leaned against the wall, realizing that your limbs were even heavier than you had anticipated.

"Hey," you heard a soft voice that was familiar.

You opened your eyes, breath hitching when you recognized Cheryl. "Hi sweetie,"

She smiled at you, stepping closer before she gave you a peck on the cheek. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" ‘

"I don't know," you shrugged, "It just never came up,"

Cheryl rolled her eyes with a smile. "All those late night talks, and you never thought to tell me that you were some karate badass?"

You laughed, grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently. "How did you even get here?"

"Me and your friends were worried about you," she trailed off.

"You guys didn't follow me, did you?" you said, before laughing when she said nothing. "You are all ridiculous, why do I hang out with you?"

"Cuz you love me," Cheryl said, pressing her mouth against yours, relaxing against her and putting a hand behind her neck to try to pull her closer. She pulled away, leaning her forehead against yours. "You were really hot out there ya know,"

"Really?" you laughed, wiggling your eyebrows up and down. "It really was," she whispered, kissing you again before pulling away a lot sooner than you liked, "Daddy,"

You let out a small laugh as you pulled her closer, kissing her again before biting her lower lip, smirking to yourself when she whined against you.

You pulled away from her, about to speak, when the doors to the school opened, your friends stepping out. Betty and Veronica rushed to you to give you tight hugs. "You did so good out there!" Betty cooed next to your ear.

You laughed and said thanks as the boys came up to you, giving their own congratulations. You text your friends that you had a ride home, while climbing into their car.

"Ya know," Cheryl said with a smirk, "You could stay at my house tonight. I know your parents off on a business trip,"

You smiled. "Cher..."

"Please," she said, pouting out her lower lip.

"Okay," you said, giving her a chaste kiss.

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagines #madelaine petsch #madelaine petsch imagine #requeseted

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aresaphrodites · 7 years

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Wicked Games - Chapter Three

I had a lot of fun researching where I wanted Betty and Jughead to live at and then finding the perfect dress for the charity banquet. :)

I hope you guys like this chapter. <3 (We finally get to start calling him Jughead in this one, yay!)

Her new place is okay. She’s sure that any other person would consider it an amazing place to get away. To her it just feels like a prison. Cheryl had told her that she should think of it as a small getaway. Staying at The Met Loft hardly seemed like such a chore, even Forsythe had seemed a bit starstruck when he had entered the apartment. Which brought her to her next point.

She hated living with Forsythe Jones.

There wasn’t anything really wrong with him, per se, but it was just his presence that irked her. The apartment was big enough, a two bedroom two bath living arrangement, but it felt crowded having to share it with the other man. He made sure to stay out of her way for the most part, which wasn’t so hard when she hardly left her bedroom these days. However, on the rare occasion when she would go to the living room or wander around, he was always there lurking.

Like right now for instance. She was sitting at the round table in the kitchen, eating a bagel as she stared out of the large window next to her. It was only eight in the morning, but the city was wide awake already. She liked to see the cars pass by and she would watch as people walked their dogs and went for runs. It was nice, except for the fact that her new bodyguard was doing pull-ups in the damn living room.

He had a bar placed on the doorway connecting to his room and the living room. It kind of made him look like a douchebag in Betty’s opinion, especially since they had a gym downstairs but whatever. His back was faced towards her as he grunted out while pulling himself up. The noises were enough to make her roll her eyes in annoyance as she tried to focus on the insistent honking outside instead.

She considered maybe running on the treadmill after she finished her bagel. Tonight was the charity banquet and she always liked to get a nice run in before getting ready. It made her feel a bit better about herself. She didn’t have to start getting ready until at least one, so she had a bit of time to kill. A workout could be fun.

“Seventy,” Forsythe grunted out and Betty gave him an exasperated look.

“Must you count out loud?” She asked, finally reaching her point.

“I’ll forget otherwise,” he calls back, uncaring. “Seventy-five. Seventy-six. Seventy-seven.”

“Now you’re just being a jerk,” she mumbles. As time went on, she began to miss Zack and Charles, who weren’t so damn smug all the time or who didn’t insist on walking around like they were a gift from above. Forsythe was hot, there was no denying that, but he also reminded her of the jocks back in high school; the ones who thought they were too good for the world and so she couldn’t talk to him for more than five minutes without getting annoyed.

“Your team’s coming here around one, right?” He asks as he walks over towards the fridge, opening it up and pulling out the carton of orange juice. Betty just hums in response. “How well do you know them all?

“What?” She asks, caught off guard. He just gives her a look that let’s her know he doesn’t have time to wait around for her answer. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not,” he says as he sits in front of her at the table. “I don’t even think they should be coming over here to help you get ready. Cheryl, you, and I are the only ones who are aware of your current location and I think it should be kept that way.”

“They’re my hair and makeup team!” She’s had it with how ridiculously overprotective he is. She’s fully aware that this is his job, but sometimes he just takes things a bit too far. “They’re professionals, you know, kind of like you. If you want to start pointing fingers at people who have been by my side since I first started out, then let’s point them at you, too.”

He tilts his head at her in question.

“How do we know you aren’t my stalker?” She demands. “I don’t know you. I don’t know the first thing about you yet I’m just supposed to trust my life with you? How does that make any sense?”

Forsythe pauses and looks taken aback for a fraction of a second before his features harden and then he just looks a bit angry. Betty would feel bad, except she doesn’t. At all. He’s a jerk and she’s not going to apologize for stating facts.

“Do you have plans?” He asks, changing the subject completely. Betty just rolls her eyes before answering.

“I was going to go run downstairs.”

“Get dressed then,” he tells her. “We’ll go.”

“I can go by myself,” she reminds him. “It’s an apartment complex! You need a key to get in.”

“I’m sorry,” he says as he stands up. “Did you not live at an apartment complex the first time? And then it was a gated community, right? Then a hotel?” Betty doesn’t say anything, she just glares at him. “That’s what I thought. Get ready.”

She gets up and stomps all the way over to the bedroom. She doesn’t care if she’s acting like a kid. She hopes that there’s a bar at the event tonight, because she’s going to need a few drinks.

The gym is pretty empty when they finally get to it. There’s some middle-aged man on one of the many treadmills, a young girl on the stepper, and a guy who looks to be in his thirties is weightlifting.

Betty goes over to an empty treadmill and places her bottle of water in the cupholder. The treadmill has builtin fans on it and she makes she to turn both of them on full blast. Forsythe walks over to a high and low pulley system and sits down at it. Betty wasn’t sure if he was going to work out down here too or if he was just going to stand in the corner and glare at everyone, but it seems that question had been answered.

She noticed that he was the only guy in the gym still wearing a shirt. The other two guys were proudly showing their bodies off, but not Forsythe. She wondered if there was a reason behind it or if he was just that modest. She couldn’t help but watch as his arm muscles flexed as he used the machine. He wasn’t a huge guy that would be in any body building competitions anytime soon, but he had nice muscles and Betty was sure he could pack a punch.

She finally turns her attention away from him and focuses on her own workout. She made sure to bring her headphones down with her and she gets lost in a workout playlist that she made the other day that’s full of a bunch of early 2000’s songs. It’s probably not the most motivating type of music, but for some reason it works for her.

She’s been running for a while and she’s halfway through Cupid’s Chokehold when a hand clamps down on her forearm. She’s taken off guard and she gasps as she loses footing. Her speed is at an eight right now, so she immediately goes down. She’s waiting for the inevitable pain of her face getting mauled by the treadmill. It never comes.

Strong arms wrap around her and lift her up off of the treadmill and place her on the ground. She places her hands on the shoulders of whoever grabbed her as she tries to regain her balance. Once she feels steady, she takes her headphones out of her ears and looks up.

A man she’s never seen before is standing in front of her. He wasn’t in here when she first walked in, so she assumes that he’s just started to workout out if the way he isn’t sweating is anything to go by. He’s handsome with blonde hair and brown eyes and the shoulders she’s currently grabbing onto are broad and strong feeling. She might be swooning a little as she looks at him.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he says and her mouth goes dry at the obvious Australian accent that slips from his lips.

“It’s fine,” she says, shrugging, trying to play off the whole incident as if she didn’t almost just face plant into the ground.

“I just had to ask, are you Betty Cooper?” Her name sounds heavenly in his accent and she just nods in awe. “I thought so. I’m a huge fan of yours. Did you recently move in here?”

Before she can answer him, she feels someone place a hand on her shoulder and she turns to see Forsythe standing behind her, his signature serious look on his face. The guy in front of her looks over at her bodyguard and Betty almost snorts at the way he has to look up to him. Forsythe is pretty tall compared to her and this guy is hardly any taller than her, so that means her bodyguard is towering over him.

“Hey, man,” the Australian accent stranger says to him. Forsythe just stares at him. “Your boyfriend?” He asks Betty once he realizes he isn’t getting anywhere with her bodyguard.

Betty has to stop herself from cracking up.

“No,” she says with a smile, holding back her laughter, “he’s not.” She doesn’t offer up any other information and the guy just nods.

“Well, I’m Nathan,” he tells her. “It was nice to meet you. I hope I see you around.” Betty just smiles at him before he turns and walks over to one of the weight sets.

She doesn’t bother to say anything to Forsythe before grabbing her water bottle and marching out of the gym. She tries to speed walk to reach the elevator before him, but it’s no use.

“Betty!” He calls out, right behind her. “What was that?”

She smashes her finger into the UP button on the elevator before turning around on him. “Um, what was that?” She repeats back to him. “Is there any reason why you interrupted that conversation?”

He gives her a blank look. “Are you… are you serious right now?”

“Oh, my god,” she groans, thanking the gods above when the elevator opens up. She walks in and hits her floor number. “He was just introducing himself to me. He was a fan!”

Forsythe doesn’t say anything and Betty sighs.

“Look, I know you’re doing your job and I appreciate it so much, but you can’t run off everyone who just so much as glances at me. I still have friends, I have a life, and I’m probably going to continue to meet people. You just need to protect me and I don’t think I was in any immediate danger there, aside from almost tripping and busting my ass.” The corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly and Betty smiles. “My stalker, whoever it is, probably won’t come up to me and introduce himself in the middle of an occupied gym.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes and Betty’s taken aback. “You’re right. I might have been a little too much back there. I’ll try to work on it.”

She smiles. “Good. That’s all I ask for.”

The rest of the afternoon is spent in front of a mirror as her hair and makeup is done. This routine is always boring to her because she hates having to sit still. She engages in conversation with everyone, but her butt starts to hurt after the first hour and then after that she gets antsy. Forsythe sits in a chair in the corner of the room and reads a book. He only looks up every so often and Betty counts it as a win since she’s sure he’d usually be watching everyone like a hawk.

Christopher and Jackie, two of her hair and makeup stylists, fill her in on their lives and keep the conversation flowing steadily. It’s the only thing that keeps her from going insane. She laughs along at their stories and it makes the time pass by a little faster.

Before she knows it, it’s time to slip into her dress, which means that they’re nearly finished. She has the option to choose from a Badgley Mischka Champagne Sequined Racerback Gown and a Monique Lhuillier Embroidered Long-sleeve Illusion Gown in Antique Silver. Both look so gorgeous and she’s torn between the two of them. Christopher and Jackie insist that the Badly Mischka is perfect, but she turns towards Forsythe who’s still reading his book.

“What do you think?” She asks. He keeps his head down, not aware that she’s addressing him. “Forsythe?” She tries again. This time he immediately looks up, closing his book and giving her his full attention. “Which dress?”

He glances over to the two options and then looks back at her before pointing to the Monique Lhuillier one.

“It’ll look nice with your hair,” he tells her. She looks back towards the mirror. Her hair’s just done in a simple teased ponytail with a few of the shorter strands fanning her face. “Very classy.”

She smiles and looks over at him. “Classy? Okay.” She grabs the Monique Lhuillier dress from the hanger and goes into the restroom to put it on in privacy with Jackie.

“Asking for his opinion?” Jackie hums. “Very interesting.”

“Hush,” Betty laughs. “Don’t even start.”

“I’m just saying. He’s very handsome, isn’t he? A much better looker than that NFL star you dated.”

“Reggie was cute!” She defends. She had liked Reggie.

“Of course, but he was a pretty boy. Mr. Jones is much more than that. He seems rugged and dangerous, like he’s seen and experienced a lot. He’s sexy.”

“Oh, my God, Jackie,” she laughs, “why don’t you date him then?”

“Don’t tempt me,” she snorts as she zips up the dress.

They finish up and walk back out into the room. Christopher immediately wolf whistles.

“Yes, queen,” he cheers, grabbing her hand and twirling her around, “you look so hot!” He hands her a pair of heels to complete the look and she leans on him as she puts them on.

Christopher and Jackie continue to rave about how good she looks and she laughs at the compliments even though she can feel her cheeks start to brighten.

She turns towards Forsythe, who’s looking at her too with a smile of amusement on his face.

“Classy?” She asks him.

“You look lovely,” he tells her. It’s a simple compliment and she’s sure he’d say it even if he didn’t mean it, but either way it makes her face light up.

There’s a red carpet, of course there is. Betty sighs as the limo stops in front of it. She’s sitting in the back by herself, Forsythe is up front with the driver, and she feels nervous. It’s her first time attending an event since the threats started and she feels uneasy about it. She doesn’t think anything will happen to her here, not with all these people and not with her new bodyguard but either way, it’s a bit unnerving.

The limo door opens and Forsythe is bent over in front of her, blocking off anyone from seeing her.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks her, eyes searching hers for any kind of hesitation.

“I don’t know,” she answers truthfully.

“We can always turn back around and go to the apartment.”

“No,” she says. She will not live her life in fear. “I can do this.”

He smiles at her, like he’s proud of her, and nods. “Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

He moves out of the way and extends a hand down to her. She grasps onto it as she swings her legs out of the limo and onto the concrete. He helps her out of the limo and then closes the door.

She intertwines their arms together and puts on a smile. Forsythe walks with his body slightly in front of hers as if he’s a shield.

“Betty!” Someone calls out as what seems like a hundred flashing lights start to go off. “Is it true that you’re set to be the new face of Adidas?”

“Is it true that you’re dating Jake Gyllenhaal?”

“Betty, where’s Reggie tonight?”

“Betty!”

As soon as they get inside she lets the smile drop from her face.

“Jake Gyllenhaal?” Forsythe asks, a smirk on his face.

Betty untangles their arms and rolls her eyes. “I talked to him one time at the Oscars and now we’re dating and the wedding is in June.”

Forsythe just snorts.

“Do you want to go sit down?” Betty asks. “These heels are killer to stand in.”

“You go sit,” he tells her. “I’m going to hang back here.”

Betty frowns in confusion. “Why? You can come sit with me, you know. I’m allowed a plus one and I didn’t invite anyone, obviously.”

Forsythe just gives her an unamused look. “I’m your bodyguard, Elizabeth, not your date. I’m just here to watch over you and make sure nothing happens.”

She’s not sure if the words should sting the way they do. She was aware that he wasn’t her date, but she didn’t understand why that meant he couldn’t sit with her. Just because he was her bodyguard that didn’t mean he couldn’t be her friend as well.

“Don’t call me Elizabeth,” she says instead. “I don’t like being called that.”

“I don’t like being called Forsythe,” he replies in a bored tone. She’s about to ask him what he prefers to be called, when a voice calls her own name. She turns around to see Veronica walking towards her with a grin and actor Kevin Keller on her arm.

“Hey, V,” she greets, pulling her best friend into a hug. “Oh, you look so beautiful!”

“Me? Look at you! God, I’d kill for your legs.”

“Hey, Kev,” Betty greats the other actor. “How have you been?”

“I’m good. I really wasn’t going to come here tonight, but I couldn’t deal with Veronica’s crying over how it would look if she showed up alone.” Kevin and Betty both roll their eyes at that.

“I came alone,” Betty informs Veronica.

“Um, unless I totally imagined that complete hottie that you walked in with then no, I’m pretty sure you didn’t.”

“He’s my new bodyguard, V.”

Veronica’s eyes widened as she looks over to Forsythe who’s now standing near the entrance doors, arms crossed over his chest as he stands up straight with a stoic look on his face.

“No fucking way,” Veronica says, breathless. “That’s the guy who’s with you at all hours of the day? You have got to be kidding me. Only you would get a crazy stalker and yet somehow end up with the hottest guy ever as your bodyguard.”

“He’s a jerk,” Betty says even though she’s not sure if she believes that anymore.

“He could be a jerk to me all he wanted,” Kevin speaks up. “God, he looks like he’d be into some kinky shit.”

“What?” Betty yelps. “How can you even tell?”

“I can always tell,” Kevin says with a smirk. Betty just looks away from him in disgust.

“Okay, well I’m going to tell him that I’m going to go sit down.”

“Yeah, go give your bodyguard a goodbye kiss,” Veronica teases. “You’re sitting next to us by the way. I totally switched around a few place cards.”

She walks away from her friends and makes her way over to Forsythe. He looks at her in confusion once she nears him.

“I’m going to go sit with Veronica and Kevin,” she tells him.

“Okay?”

She’s taken aback by his careless tone. “Well, I just thought I’d let you know.”

“Thanks,” he tells her, but it sounds a lot more sarcastic than it does sincere. Betty frowns at him, feeling embarrassed. She should have just gone to sit down.

She turns around and makes to leave, wondering why she always seems to somehow do the wrong thing around him. She’s not even trying to impress him or anything anymore. She just wants them to be civil. It amazes her how he can go from being so kind to her, like when he complimented her earlier to dismissing her like she’s an unsophisticated child.

“Betty,” he calls out suddenly. She turns around and gives him a bored look. He bites at his lip like he’s nervous and Betty can’t try to deny how sinful the action looks. “Have fun tonight, but be careful. Come get me when you’re ready to go.”

It’s hardly an apology, but she’ll take it. She just nods before turning back around to find Veronica and Kevin.

Two hours later she finds herself sitting at the bar with her friends. She knows that she shouldn’t be drinking and she thought back to the terrible hangover she had just the other day, but the martini that Veronica had ordered looked way too tempting and so she found herself ordering one. Of course one turned into two which turned into three and well, who was keeping count honestly?

“Oh my god,” Kevin gasped as he looked beyond Betty and Veronica, “guess who just walked in here alone.”

“Who?” Veronica giggled, feeling the weight of the alcohol herself.

“Reggie Mantle.”

Betty turns around in her chair and sure enough, Reggie is walking over to the bar and he appears to be stag. She hasn’t talked to him lately, not since the whole article, but there wasn’t any bad blood between them.

“I’m going to go say hi,” she tells her friends.

“First the hot bodyguard then Reggie? You’re on a roll.”

Betty just ignores Veronica’s teasing as she gets up and walks over to Reggie. At least she hopes she’s walking. The alcohol is starting to hit her hard and things may or may not be spinning.

“Hey, Reg,” she greets once she gets close to him.

He turns and looks at her in surprise. “Betty! Hey.” He pulls her in for a hug. Betty inhales his cologne. Reggie always smelled heavenly. It was one of her favorite things about him.

“How are you?” She asks, leaning against the bar for support.

“Good, good. On offseason right now so I’ve been spending time with my family. Sorry I haven’t been in touch.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she tells him. He doesn’t know about her stalker and she’d like to keep it that way. “I’ve just been enjoying some time off too. Although I’m sure that won’t last long.”

“It never does with you,” he smiles. “You’re one sought after girl, Betty Cooper. The world loves you.”

“Shut up,” she snorts. “You’re here alone?”

“Yeah. I actually kind of went on a date recently with a girl from my hometown. She was kind of my high school crush.” Reggie blushes and Betty coos at him. This was the best part about being friends with him, Reggie wasn’t interested in Betty like most guys tended to be. It was nice to be able to talk to a guy as a friend. Besides Archie and Kevin, she didn’t really have anyone else like that in her life.

“That’s so cute! Why didn’t you invite her?”

“It’s new,” he shrugs. “And I don’t think she’d like the spotlight too much, you know?”

Betty nods in understanding because she does know. The spotlight takes some time to get used to. Sometimes she thinks she might not even be used to it yet. She misses the days when she could get a burger without it making the tabloids.

“We’re taking it slow,” he continues.

“Well, I’m happy for you.” She says with a smile. “But don’t forget about me! Call me sometime and we can have lunch. I think I’m going to head out of here pretty soon.”

“One two many drinks?” He asks with a smirk. “You’re a bit wobbly. Do you want me to escort you to a cab?”

Betty snorts at his words but shakes her head. “Could you take me to my bodyguard actually? I’m scared I might fall over in these shoes. He’s by the entrance.”

Reggie nods and extends his arm out to her, which she grabs onto gratefully. He leads her to the entrance and Betty immediately spots Forsythe.

Apparently he had been on the lookout because he spots her at once and makes his way over to her and Reggie. He must notice her intoxicated state because he frowns at her.

“You ready to go?”

“Mhm,” she hums. “I’ll see you later, Reggie.”

Reggie passes her over to Forsythe gently, who then wraps his arm around her shoulders as he tries to keep her upright.

“Thank you,” he tells Reggie.

Reggie nods. “Have a good night. I’ll let Veronica know you left, Betty.”

He walks away from them and Forsythe leads them outside. The cold air feels good and in any other case, she’s sure she’d be shivering but right now Betty likes the way it feels on her face.

“You’re drunk,” Forsythe states.

“I’m not drunk,” she giggles. “I’m just a bit tipsy.”

He doesn’t answer her, he just tries to get a taxi instead. It doesn’t take long before one stops for them and Forsythe puts her into it gently. She’s expecting him to sit up front, but she’s surprised when he slides in next to her as he rattles off their address to the driver.

“Did you have fun?” He asks her.

“I did. You should have sat with us.” He doesn’t answer her and she’s about to forget the conversation when a thought comes to mind. “Earlier you said you didn’t like to be called Forsythe. What do you liked to be called?”

He looks over at her in shock, like maybe he wasn’t expecting her to remember that. He pauses for a moment before answering.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“I promise.”

“Jughead.”

“Huh?” She asks, not understanding.

“That’s what my friends and family call me.”

She looks at him and studies him. There’s a small smile on his face like he’s remembering something, but he’s also looking at her like he’s nervous about how she’ll react. In the end she just smiles at him lazily before leaning her head onto his shoulder.

“Hi, Jughead,” she yawns out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

And then she closes her eyes.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #Wicked Games Fic

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quirkqueen-thesecretagent · 7 years

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ok i loved that patronus post!! it inspired me so much! just an idea: what would their boggarts be, and how would they use the ridikkulus charm? please include cheryl too cause I love her sm

Hi!!! I adored this request and the challenge it presented so thank you :) I love Cheryl too (absolute queen) and was so excited to think about her in depth. I hope you like it and please I love getting sent requests they really make my day!

Betty: The Boggart attacks Betty first. She feels a chill when she opens her eyes and her own face is staring back at her. Except this Betty is different. This Betty has cropped black hair and wears bright red lipstick, wears barely any clothes. Her face is harsher, cruel. There’s something in her eyes that hits Betty like a train. Something heavy and dark and cold. Betty’s terrified of this side of herself; this ruthless, full dark no stars Betty. Terrified because she might like it.

“Oh, Betty,” it whisperers. “Play with me.”

She’s so scared of her that she forgot that she even existed. But there she is. Real Betty stares at the Boggart for a moment more, trying to remember the differences between them, before she lifts her wand, hand shaking a little, and utters the spell Riddikulus. Dark Betty freezes, eyes wide, as she slowly melts into a puddle of makeup and wigs. She laughs wearily, trying to find the smeared patches funny. Betty stares at the Boggart and wishes she could take that part of herself away that easily.

Betty is afraid of a part of herself that she is unable to fully control. It’s the side of her that balances out her girl-next-door persona. I think the reason she had a memory-blank of full dark no stars Betty is because of how frightened she is. This Betty wants revenge and is not afraid to hurt people. Real Betty is is terrified of this feeling.

Veronica: As the Boggart turns on Veronica, she has a split second to steel herself before the Boggart runs at her, full speed. She screams as the shapeless, morphing form crashes into her. It covers her, shouting and grunting. Then, silence. Complete quiet. Veronica opens her eyes and she is alone. The room is dark and she is alone. Alone. But it’s not even the feeling of being the only person, it’s the feeling that no one cares about her, that she will always be here, an echo in the dark, that everyone left her. She cries out her friends names, screams them, stamps her feet, anything. She doesn’t understand. Tears start to well in her eyes and she feels a sob building in her chest. Then she remembers, remembers that this can’t be real. She reaches for her wand and shouts the spell, screams like a banshee. Someone takes her hands, music starts to play. The someone spins her around, dips her. She can feel others dancing around her. Veronica can feel their presence and their friendship. The someone picks her up and spins her. She lets out a wild laugh, full of joy. Suddenly, she’s back in the classroom, lying on the floor.

Veronica, I think, is most afraid of being left behind or abandoned. She feels left behind by her father, and now her mother with her new boyfriend. She was scared of being left behind by Betty and when Archie started hanging out more with Val she hesitated before giving her approval. She wants to be in the thick of it, surrounded by people who care and love her. And for them to ever stop… it makes her feel unwanted.

Jughead: Jughead knows what’s coming. When he steps up he doesn’t bother to prepare. He sees his father, a bottle in his hand, lying on the ground. He does not move. Jughead breathes in slowly. He will not lose his head. He knows that this is a trick. He’s read about Boggarts, after all. He knows that his father is back home. But there is a big difference between him knowing and him feeling. Heart and head. He stands there watching his father’s unmoving form until it’s too much to bear, until he feels his heart start to crack. Quickly, he swishes his wand and casts the spell. His father slips away in a puff of smoke and his dog Hotdog is left behind. He trots over to Jughead and licks his face. Jughead laughs, more to get the ordeal over with than with real amusement. How could anyone find this funny?

Jughead is most afraid of his father’s death. Besides losing his beloved family member, it also means that his sister and mother might blame him. He wants to protect his dad from his demons but he’s not sure how. He’s afraid that he’ll never figure it out and his father will die because he did nothing.

Archie: Archie takes a step back when the Boggart faces him. He wasn’t prepared for what his fear would be. It’s the damned werewolf mask his dad got him for Halloween years ago, one on the face everyone he knows. They stare, unblinking at him, waiting for him to say something. He can feel their seething hatred, the sheer judgement hitting him like waves in a storm. They don’t care about him, no one ever has. This fear is confusing and embarrassing and frightening. He casts the spell, eyes down, trying to ignore the yelling in his mind. The crowd disappears, leaving only a single clown mask lying on the floor. He forces a laugh.

Archie is afraid of the judgement of others. He’s afraid that what people say isn’t what they think. That’s what the mask means to him; lies and deception to cover up negative feelings. He’s afraid of other people’s opinions and their thoughts. He’s afraid that one day they’ll show their true face, and that he won’t like it.

Cheryl: When the Boggart turns to Cheryl, her brother appears, dead and rotten, soaking from the river. His eyes are glassy and lifeless but they still seem to pierce deep into her soul. He raises a cold hand and points, and everything in his face says This is your fault. Cheryl’s biggest fear is that she is to blame for Jason’s death, that if it weren’t for her he would still be there, standing by her side. She’s afraid that he hates her, wherever he is, and that she’ll never be forgiven. When Cheryl raises her wand, she has a clear picture in her mind. She casts the charm, puts her whole force behind it, and suddenly the corpse of her brother is gone, replaced by the Jason she remembers. Tall, red hair, kind eyes, and very, very much alive. He pulls a silly face at her, something he used to do when they were younger. She laughs weakly, and he disappears.

Cheryl’s mum keeps telling her that it’s her fault that her brothers dead, a thought that was already growing in her mind like a parasite. She’s afraid that one day when she dies and goes to whatever afterlife there is if it exists, Jason will be there, hating her. Cheryl is terrified that she could have saved him and didn’t, that she let him slip away like a lace glove in a raging river.

I loved doing this! Pretty dark and weird in some places, but I hope you like it! Please, if have any requests, just ask. I promise I’ll get around to everyone’s :) Love you

#riverdale #riverdale hogwarts #boggart #betty cooper #jughead jones #archie andrews #veronica lodge #bughead #hogwarts #bughead in hogwarts

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Phantom Pain

Supernatural AU! Reader/Fangs- You’re hiding your ability as a banshee; but when your powers focus on the Serpents; you realize what hiding yourself means

TW: Death, Mild Gore

You’d been nervous starting Riverdale High, knowing they were accepting of magic was a comfort, but you knew if you explained what you truly were they’d probably cower in fear. You find the Serpent werewolf pack to be the most open and accepting, when you use the lie you’re unsteady with your magic and try to avoid using it. Betty, and by extension her friends also give you a warm welcome, granting you a spot on the River Vixen’s as well as an odd safety bubble from the students who look down on magic users that are unstable.

You’re careful about lies when it comes to your magic; while the aura you give off is nothing higher than the average magic user you know it doesn’t ‘flare’ at appropriate times. You have an ever growing list of excuses and lies at the ready to block anyone suspecting anything about your true abilities, your true species. While it’s not surprising to find werewolves and Vampires roaming around Riverdale you’re not sure how kindly they’d take to a banshee and you’d prefer to keep it hidden until you have an idea.

“Jesus Y/N you look like death warmed over.” You groan at Cheryl’s voice nodding into your crossed arms. You sit up and lean your head back as you slide down in the armchair in the student lounge. “Late night studying then?” “Nightmares again.” You half mumble as Betty holds out a cup of coffee. “You’re an angel.” “No just a healer. I added something to help you sleep tonight.” She beams and you can’t help but smile back. You know the nightmares are worse, and you know why they’re worse. You hate it, you hate the predictions and the tears that will start spouting by next week if nothing’s changed course. You assure everyone else you’re fine; that you probably used a charm too long or not long enough and you promise you’ll be fine.

You hadn’t been surprised at the nightmares; you knew being around a pack of werewolves wasn’t the safest; but to think about anyone of them dying made your stomach lurch. When you’d dreamed of them scrambling around; the bullet whistling through the air to lodge into someone you couldn’t see the face of; you knew you had to do something. You know your powers don’t work like that and you let yourself simply exist in the nightmares as they become clearer and clearer. It takes two more days for you to see his face. You cry in the dream when you see it; you do not scream and you do not save him; you wake crying, aching at the thought of remaining useless. You cannot interfere until he’s dying; until he’s laying on the ground blood dripping and the Serpent’s panicking. —————————————————————-

You’re in the middle of practice when you feel it; the bullet hitting into your stomach, you lurch backwards trying not to scream, trying your best to write it off as you tripped. You know this means the course has been set; Fangs Fogarty is going to be shot and die. Toni watches you as you stumble back into formation Cheryl arching an eyebrow as you shoot her an apologetic smile. You know you should go home but you’re terrified of everyone else catching on. You can handle it; you’ve already gotten over the worst part, feeling the victim’s death. You sigh relaxing a fraction as the burning pain in your stomach ebbs off. “Cramps.” You offer as an excuse, all the girls nodding in understanding. Toni frowns but doesn’t say anything; you know she wants too but instead she walks with you to lunch.

“Shit.” You mumble feeling the familiar prick of tears at your eyes. You try your best to avoid looking up, to avoid yourself zero-ing in on Fangs. You keep your eyes on the ground and don’t look up. Of course you crash into him, looking up as he smiles; your visions twist it into his dying face and you start sobbing immediately. Fangs to his credit doesn’t seem shocked that you can tell; he pulls you into his arms rubbing your back slightly awkwardly. “It’s okay, don’t worry?” He tries to comfort you; you’re crying more trying to keep a wail from bubbling up as you cling to his shirt. You’re shaking and you try to refuse as he drapes his jacket around you. You know what will happen if you don’t give it back, it’ll be stained with blood from where he touched it. You’ll spend the hours before his death trying in vain to wash the blood from it. He doesn’t take it back and you add bleach to the mental list of groceries you’ll need to pick up.

——————————————————————– You can barely see Fangs. You can hear it more, the blood pumping from him onto his shirt, the way it glimmers in the night. His heartbeat growing faint and his breath barely breaking past his lips. You can feel your stomach rolling, the feeling of vomit crawling up your throat, as you look at him, at hands covered in his blood, you catch sight of a glimmer of metal, silver, bleeding out of him as much as his blood; poisoning him from the inside out. With how Sweet Pea jerks his hands back you know the pack knows too. You cringe slightly, hand covering your mouth as someone brings you to the hospital; you’d forgotten you were wearing one of their jackets. You can see the Serpents crowding around each other, you hesitate, continuously glancing towards the door, no one new is coming in, none of the doctors and nurses. You’re shaking, straining as you try to keep the scream under your tongue. You can see Jughead and FP consoling everyone, they watch you; you wonder how sick you look to them. “You okay Y/N you look like you’re going to pass out, you not a fan of blood?” You don’t respond, your ears rooms away as you can hear Fang’s heartbeat as if you’re against his chest. It’s slowing more, the doctors don’t seem to be paying attention, focusing only on removing the fragments of the silver bullet he was shot with. You nod hoping it will be enough, but FP Jones sits you down on a chair and his voice sounds underwater as he asks you what’s wrong.

“Hate hospitals.” You don’t need any other reason than that. The pack know of your unstable magic, and what’s worse than the magic and spirits that linger around the hospitals. They nod and you bolt. Tearing into the forest as fast as you can. Crashing to the ground in the middle of the trees. You can hear his heartbeat as you run, it’s the sound your legs make as you try to outrace him, stumbling, you know you’re matching with his weakening life force. Your breathing stops the second Fang’s heart does. You can’t hold it back any longer the scream clawing up from your throat, you try your best to hush it, to bite it back, but you know it’s not his time to go, you know it will upset the balance to let him fade now; so you close your eyes and scream.

You open your eyes to the forest being dead silent. You can’t hear anyone coming, there’s no senses, no sound; nothing permeates the cocoon of Fang’s heartbeat growing slightly. You return slowly, making your way back to the hospital unsure if any of the pack heard you. You’re too curious about what they’re going to say to stay away. None of them look at you; FP looks almost frantic, practically clawing at the doctor who stands in front explaining how Fangs Fogarty didn’t make it. “No he had to, the scream, you heard the scream too.” “I’m sorry Mr. Jones. I heard nothing; the silver bullet was too large, it hit too many things it-” He trails off and you wonder what caused. FP Jones turns to follow the doctors gaze which you now realize has landed on you. “Oh.” He nods to the doctor and then turns back towards you.

“You were saying.” FP growls and the Doctor shrugs. “He can’t be moved, he’ll pass if he; tell him. Tell him what’ll-“ You frown the doctor looking fearfully towards you. You can hear something in the back of your mind telling you to stay quiet, to keep your mouth closed. You shake your head and the Doctor steps backwards. “He can’t be moved.” The doctor repeats and you slowly unclench your jaw; you can hear something like static hissing through your thoughts. You’re not sure what you’re saying; even the doctor doesn’t understand but you can hear he’s fearful despite it. “Y/N?” You can see the Serpents standing and you turn to them. “Yes?”

“Why are you floating?” You frown looking down to notice your feet not touching the ground. You look at your hands; your fingertips translucent and shimmering under the lights, you catch your reflection in the mirror, your hair smooth and glossy, dripping wet like the jacket you wear; you can tell by the hue it’s changed to that its dripping with blood. “I’m sorry.” “No don’t be just- what happened?” “What do you mean?” “You went into the forest; your body is still-“ You shrug turning when more people walk in. “Listen FP we know something-“ Alice Cooper stares at you and screams. You turn back towards the room scanning for yourself; trying to brush the thought of your self being somewhere else off.

“Oh. That’s me.” You nod to what you assumed to be a lump on one of the chairs. You hover closer fingers reaching out and you can feel warmth spreading through you before you’re no longer looking at yourself but back at the Serpents and the doctor. “He can’t be moved; he needs to stay for the moment.” You nod at the Doctor who sighs in relief. “So safe to say your magic isn’t unstable.” Jughead nods and you laugh a little. “It is; death is unstable in itself and-“ “I get enough of a lecture on death from Curdle every time I visit; I don’t need another zombie blathering on about-“ “Banshee actually.” You sigh feeling the weight off your chest at speaking what you truly are.

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader chapter 1- The rivers Edge ((Jughead Jones))

Fandom: riverdale

Warnings: none

Word count: lots

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You studied yourself in the bathroom mirror intently. You still looked the same.

Same (E/C) eyes, same (H/C) hair. But you weren’t the same, not after what had happened over the summer.

After that summer, nothing could ever be the same.

The girl in the mirror was you, but you had no idea who that was. On July 3rd of this year, your mother had told you a closely guarded secret about the circumstances surrounding your birth, the reason your mom had left riverdale, and who your father really was. She felt you finally needed to learn the truth.

You were a Blossom…well, sort of.

When Cheryl and Jason’s mother was pregnant with the twins, their Father, Clifford Blossom, had developed a wandering eye…and it had wandered straight to your mother. They had been together 2 months before your mother had found out she was pregnant.

So, your father had taken immediate action. He had paid your mother two hundred thousand to take you and herself far away and to keep her mouth shut. But when your Grandmother got sick, all bets were off.

So your Mother had sat you down and told you everything. Including that you were moving back to Riverdale within the week, a town you had both left behind you, and for good reason.

The next day, Jason Blossom had gone missing.

- - - Nearly 3 months later and here you were, getting ready for your first day of school at Riverdale High. It was terrifying having this huge secret weighing you down, especially when your newly discovered half sister went to your school.

You ruffled a shaky hand through your hair and walked out of the bathroom. The last thing you needed was added attention from being late on day one.

You left your house and stepped out into the warm September air.

You walked towards the school, the slight breeze making the residual summer heat a little more bearable.

When you got to the high school, it was swarming with teens. Each one in their own little world, greeting friends they haven’t seen in months with warm smiles and thankfully, ignoring you.

You wandered in to the school caught up in your thoughts and anxieties, before running smack into a blonde girl, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

You lost your balance and went tumbling, taking the blonde girl with you. You hit the ground with a thud and she landed next to you right after. Face flushed red in embarrassment, you jumped up and started apologizing rapidly “Oh crap are you okay? I’m so sorry!“

The girl just waved a hand, dismissing your frantic apologies, “It’s fine, I’m alright. Don’t worry about it."

Even with her reassurances, you still stuck out a hand to help her up, which she took and got up on her feet. You knew you had to be somewhere, but you still felt kinda awful.

"Hey, are you new?” the girl was looking at you with curiosity.

You shrugged, “Yeah I guess I am. My names (Y/N) (L/N)”

The blondes face instantly lit up in recognition, “I’m Betty Cooper, your peer mentor!” Betty gave you a warm smile, which you hesitantly returned “Guess it’s a good thing I ran into you then, huh?” you laughed nervously.

Betty nodded at you with a smile. “I guess it is. Anyways, now that I have you, just follow me. I’m also mentoring another new student named Veronica Lodge.”

You knew that name, everyone did. Her father had been in the news for months, but you decided to keep your mouth shut. It wasn’t any of your business who Veronica’s father was or what he had done. You hoped the sentiment would be a two way street.

You caught up to a raven haired girl at the office. Her and Betty exchanged pleasantries. You didn’t really listen to the small talk but you figured this was Veronica.

Betty and Veronica started walking. You quickly caught up and walked alongside them.

"Soooo…I usually start off my tours with a little history and context” Betty began, “Riverdale High first opened its doors in 1941 and–”

Veronica cut Betty off mid sentence. “And hasn’t been redecorated since, apparently. Honestly, I feel like I’m wandering through the lost epilogue of our town.” you smiled at Veronica’s comment. The school seriously did have a ‘vintage’ sort of air.

Veronica was talking again, “So whats the social scene here like? Any nightclubs?”

Before Betty could answer, a new guy with brown hair and a green sweater came up beside you, before moving in front, walking backwards to be face to face with the 3 of you. “A strip club called the Ho Zone, and a tragic gay bar called Innuendo.” Your lips quirked up at the edges at the ridiculous club names. Green sweater continued his list of social activities.

“Friday nights, football games. And then tailgate parties at the mal-mart parking lot. Saturday night is movie night, regardless of whats playing at the Bijou. And you better get there early because we don’t have reserved seating in Riverdale. And Sunday nights? Thank GOD for HBO.”

Betty smiled as the boy wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulder, “Veronica lodge, (Y/N) (L/N), Kevin Keller. Veronica and (Y/N) are new here, Kevin is–” Betty started to introduce the three of you but was once again cut off by Veronica, “Gay. Thank god. Let’s be best friends.” She stuck a hand out for him to shake.

You gave him a smile and a polite “Hello” but Kevin’s attention was on Veronica. Kevin took her hand and gave it a quick shake, before leaning in conspiratorially.

“Is it true what they say about your dad?” he said in a semi hushed tone. Betty shot him a warning glare and you inhaled a sharp breath. But Veronica just took it in stride, a noticeably more guarded expression on her face.

“That he’s the devil incarnate?…I stand by my father.“

She crossed her arms and gave Betty a pointed look, "Does everyone here know?” Betty and Kevin were silent, refusing to meet her gaze. “Judging by the looks you’ve been getting? I think so.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Veronica gave an annoyed tight lipped smile, “Wonderful. Ten minutes in and I’m already the blue jasmine of riverdale high.”

Veronica stormed off and Betty gave Kevin another pointed look. Kevin shrugged and shook his head. "What?” Kevin asked, but instead of answering, Betty just followed Veronica. You followed Betty, Kevin close behind.

By the time you had caught up to Betty, she and Veronica were already back to chatting about Riverdale Highs social calendar. So you just fell into step beside them.

“So there’s everything Kevin already told you and- oh, of course, there’s the back to school semi-formal dance this weekend–” Betty was yet again cut off by Veronica who grabbed her arm and stopped Betty mid stride with a little gasp of excitement. ��There’s the hottie you were with last night. The red-headed Ansel Elgort.”

You leaned over to Kevin “If the boys all look like that, I’m going to love Riverdale.” You joked, Kevin responded with an amused snort.

Before you could continue your jokes about the attractive Riverdale male populace, Veronica was talking again. “Is he your boyfriend?” You were pretty sure the question was aimed at Betty but Kevin answered too,

“No we’re just friends” was Betty’s answer and "No, he’s straight.” was Kevins. The three of you looked at Kevin, smiling in amusement at the mix up.

Veronica had an intrigued smile on her face as she watched Archie, “In that case, mind putting in a word? I’ve tried every flavour of boy but orange.”

By the look on Betty’s face you immediately knew that was a touchy subject.

“Actually, to clarify, Betty and Archie aren’t dating, but they are endgame.” Kevin informed Veronica, causing her to immediately switch gears and give Betty a matter-of-fact look. “You should ask him to the semi-formal then.”

“She should, but I heard it might be getting cancelled, because of what happened to Jason. They’re going to tell us at the assembly."

Your breath caught at Jason’s name, a bit of paranoia gripping at you. Did he know? There was no way he knew, nobody did. "Who’s Jason?” you rushed out in a slightly too high tone. You figured asking who he was would let you play dumb about the Blossom family as a whole. Veronica added on, “and what happened to him?"

Betty and Kevin shared an awkward silent look, their mouths open like they were looking for the right words.

Betty was quiet as Kevin explained the July 4th incident, You knew already. You had googled the Blossoms two days after your mother had told you the truth of who you were. Just in time for you to learn of the fatal accident that took the life of an older brother you would never meet.

After Kevin was finished explaining, everyone was quiet as you walked to the gym to attend the assembly. A heavy silence hung over the four of you. When you reached the gym you stopped dead.

Cheryl Blossom would be in this room. As Kevin reached to pull open the doors you managed to speak. "It’s awful what happened to Jason. I hope Cheryl is going to be okay…” three pairs of eyes were immediately on you, “None of us mentioned Cheryl (y/n), how do you know who she is?” Kevin asked, his and Bettys expressions were confused and Veronicas was suspicious.

You swore internally. “I heard one of the students talking about her earlier, I just put two and two together at the name Blossom.” You lied with ease. You had always been quick at thinking on your feet…even if you hated lying.

Betty and Kevin nodded accepting your answer, but Veronicas suspicious gaze lingered on you. You were going to have to be a lot more careful around Veronica Lodge.

Your group filed into the crowded gym. Pretty much all the seats were taken except 3 near the left bottom corner and a few singles scattered around. The four of you eyed each other awkwardly. “You guys go ahead, I’ll be fine by myself.” You smiled at them. Betty looked relieved, and then a little guilty, “Are you sure (y/n)?” You nodded “Totally sure.”

Kevin grinned. “Catch up with us after, I’ll continue to be your designated Riverdale guide.” “See you after.” you replied, before wandering off to find a seat.

You ended up sitting next to a guy with black hair and an odd grey beanie up in the back corner. He made no acknowledgement of you when you sat down, typing away at his laptop. He was definitely interesting, you could tell that. But before you could say anything, a girl with striking red hair had begun talking.

What she said next was lost to you, all you could hear was blood rushing through your head and your pulse pounding. That was Cheryl. It was so surreal, her being 40 feet away from you, with no idea who you were. You were strangers to each other, but still siblings. Still family. But she would never know. No one could ever know. You registered her asking for a moment of silence to reflect on how Jason had touched each of the students lives, as you tried to push away the onslaught of new and powerful emotions.

The boy next to you was watching you intently, silently observing your odd reaction to Cheryls speech. The way you were gripping the seat so hard your knuckles were turning white. When you looked back and him he diverted his gaze and went back to typing.

You managed to get a grip on yourself and calm down, the earlier aura of panic, switching to bored and collected with practiced ease. You bottled stuff up, always had. That was something that hadn’t changed.

Cheryl was speaking again and you immediately turned your focus to her. “Thank you for that moment of silence. Many of you were lucky enough to have known my brother personally. Each and every one of you meant the world to Jason.” Cheryls voice was calm and collected, which you thought was impressive for someone who had just lost her twin.”

But maybe Cheryl Blossom was just like that. You had no frame of reference. “I loved my brother. He was, and always will be, my soulmate. So I speak with the confidence only a twin could have, Jason wouldn’t want us to spend the year mourning.”

The boy next to you fidgeted as Cheryl talked. You bounced your leg and tried to remain stone faced beside him. You glanced at him to see he was already looking at you. You figured it was just because you were the new girl. But his eyes seemed like he was seeing something more, trying to figure you out instead of just looking.

“Jason would want us to move on with our lives. Which is why I’ve asked the school board not to cancel the back to school semi-formal. but rather to let us use it as a way to heal collectively.–”

People all around you were cheering enthusiastically at the news about the semi-formal. Cheryl had a smile on her face that seemed genuinely warm and sincere.

“–and celebrate my brothers too, too short life on this mortal coil. Thank you all.” Cheryl walked off the small makeshift stage and exited the room.

You grabbed your bag and left through the side door as soon as the assembly was over. You had a spare block and decided to just get some air. You needed the distraction, the break. You sat down under a giant tree with, just enough shade to block you from the lingering summer heat. You grabbed your sketchbook and a pencil from your bag and flipped to a blank page.

You had no idea what you were drawing, you just let the pencil flick across the paper, creating lines. Pretty soon there was a familiar face staring back at you.

Cheryl.

Oaper Cheryl looked like she was scared and upset, angled away like she was running from something. You had no idea why you had drawn it.

You immediately ripped it out of your book and crumpled it up, setting it beside you to be thrown away later. You had just started scribbling a quick sketch of a little bird that was flitting around on the ground in front of you when an unfamiliar voice startled you out of your bubble.

“So you’re an artist?”

You whipped your head around, looking at the boy from the assembly leaning against the tree.

You brought the sketchbook close to your chest defensively, “I’m drawing, so I guess I must be.” You eyed him apprehensively. “Who are you exactly?”

He shifted his laptop bag on his shoulder. “Jughead Jones. The Third. I sat next to you at the assembly.”

You raised an eyebrow in curiousity, “Jughead Jones the third. That’s…unique.”

He nodded once, looking at you expectantly.

“My names (Y/N) (L/N)–” you paused, a hint of a mischievous smile on your lips. “the first.”

Jugheads lips quirked up for a split second, before switching back to the calculating look he wore at the assembly.

“So (Y/N), you had a pretty strong reaction to cheryls speech. Did you know Jason?”

You instantly went on the defense. Your arms crossed against your chest and your expression became guarded. “No. I didn’t know anything about him before today.” you lied.

Jughead looked like he didn’t quite believe you, his eyes searching your face for signs of deception, and his expression was hard to read. You can almost see a little press cap and vintage camera. He reminded you of a reporter and that put you more on guard. “I just lost my best friend who was part of a pair of twins. I guess it just hit home.”

Another lie.

Jughead still looked a bit suspicious, but seemed to accept your lie for now. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Betty calling your name.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” Jughead remarked dryly before turning and heading in the other direction.

Betty walked over to you and greeted you with a smile. “Hey (Y/N), we didn’t see you after the assembly.”

“Yeah, sorry I just needed some air."

Betty nodded, her ponytail swishing behind her. "Well, do you want to join us for lunch?”

You smiled, one of the few genuine smiles of that day, “I’d actually love that.” You packed up your stuff and reached for the balled up sketch from earlier, but it was gone. You hadn’t thought the wind was enough to move it today, but you figured you had misjudged. Not that it really mattered, people didn’t exactly inspect trash. You grabbed your bag and stood up to follow the two teens.

Betty and Kevin made a Beeline for the Red-headed boy from earlier, who was sitting alone at one of the picnic tables scattered around the courtyard. When the three of you sat down he looked up and greeted Betty and Kevin with warm smiles. His eyes were filled with confusion when his gaze landed on you.

Betty quickly introduced you, “(Y/N) meet Archie Andrews.” Archie gave you a nod of acknowledgment “Hey”

You gave him a small smile and short wave in greeting.

Archie turned his attention to Betty and pulled out a laptop. He started talking but you weren’t listening.

Jughead was staring at you from across the outdoor seating area. You ended up staring right back. His eyes were locked with yours, both of you daring the other to look away. After about a minute Betty’s voice snapped you out of your weirdly intense staring contest.

“(y/n) are you okay? You’re kinda spacing out.”

You blinked a few times to clear your head. “Yeah sorry. Just daydreaming, I guess” You glanced back over to where Jughead had been but he was gone.

Betty nodded and looked at Archie, “Alright, now that (Y/N) is paying attention, you HAVE to play your song for us.”

Archie looked a tiny bit apprehensive but you didn’t think that has anything to do with you. It was the same feeling you get when people ask to see your drawings. Archie sighed in resignation and hit play, a soft melody pouring through his laptops speakers. it was actually really good, something you hadn’t been expecting.

The song had only been on for about 30 seconds when Veronica walked up to the table,

“Can I join?” Veronica asked with a polite smile. Archie closed his laptop, and Betty smiled at her “yeah.”

Veronica moved to sit down with the rest of you, “What are we doing?” Veronica asked.

A proud grin broke out onto Bettys face. “Listening to one of Archies songs.” She leaned closer to Archie.

“I thought we were gonna have to pretend to like it, but its actually really good.” You grinned at Kevins comment. You actually had been dreading the possibility of pretending to like Archies song, you honestly didn’t have the energy.

“Yeah I actually really really liked it.” You smiled at Archie. You had really liked his song, and hoped one day you guys could actually hear the rest.

Veronica looked kind of confused as she shifted in her seat, “Wait, that was you singing something you wrote?”

Archie looked away “It’s rough.” Betty, who was starting to sound like Archies personal cheerleader, contradicted him. “No, it’s great.” she said, that huge grin still on her face

You glanced away. Jeez, Betty had it bad for this guy.

“It’s incredible, actually. The little snippet I heard. Is that your thing? Music? Are you doing something with that?” Veronica asked Archie while Betty watched her with a weird expression.

Archie nodded and took a sip of his drink, “Yeah, that’s the plan.” He immediately changed the subject. “So, how’s your guys first day going? good?” this seemed to be directed at you and veronica. You didn’t really have an answer so you just let her answer as you shrugged.

“Not to be a complete narcissist, but I thought people would be more–” Kevin cut her off, “Obsessed with you? Any other year you’d be trending number one for sure. This year though, its all about Cheryl trying to win the best supporting psycho Oscar for her role as Riverdale Highs bereaved red widow."

You bristled at this, "She just lost her twin brother, Kevin. I think you’d be a little messed up too, especially in an accident like that.” Your tone was cold and a switch from the tables previous friendly banter.

An awkward silence fell over the table. Everyone looked a little uncomfortable at your comment and gave you curious looks. After a few moments Archie grabbed his bag “I should go. Meeting with Grundy, then football tryouts.”

Veronica smiled “You play football too? What don’t you do?” she quipped as Archie walked away from the group.

As soon as he was out of earshot you wiggled your eyebrows at Betty, “That right there is a damn good pick Betty.” She ducked her head in embarrassment. Kevin looked at Veronica and you, “Before you guys ask, no she has not invited-”

Betty suddenly looked kind of panicked and shot the three of you warning stares, “No, not yet. and don’t talk about Archie.” then she quickly went back to nonchalantly eating her food as Cheryl Blossom herself approached your table.

Cheryl walked up to the table and put her hands on her waist, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. The shock and panic from earlier had worn off for you, now Cheryl’s presence was just a fact.

“Veronica Lodge. I’d heard whisperings– I’m Cheryl Blossom.” Cheryl had that off-putting smile on her face the whole time she spoke. “May I sit? Betty, would you mind?”

Without waiting for a response, she sat down as Betty frowned a bit and slid down to the seat directly across from you and Kevin. You shot Betty a sympathetic look as Cheryl turned her attention to the rest of you. You noted that she hadn’t bothered to introduce herself to you, even though you were new as well. “So, what are you four hens gossiping about? Archies efron-esque emergence from the chrysalis of puberty?” Cheryl had a conspiratorial smile and Betty shook her head as a warning for you and Veronica.

“Extracurriculars. Weatherbee wants me and (y/n) to sign up for a few.” Veronica switched the focus off Archie. At the mention of your name Cheryl finally acknowledged you, looking you up and down with a judgmental stare. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Cheryl seemed to deem you not totally offensive and flashed that fake smile at you as a way of acknowledging your existence. “Cheer leading! You must. I am senior captain of the river vixens.” Cheryl moved her hair to her other shoulder and watched Veronicas reaction intently. “Is cheer leading still a thing?” Kevin said before Veronica could answer. You stifled a laugh at the statement and the almost genuine look of confusion on his face.

Cheryl fixed him with a cold stare, annoyance lacing her tone. “Is being the gay best friend still a thing?” She then turned back to Veronica and switched back to cheer leading.“Some people say its retro. I say its eternal and iconic.” She wore a proud smirk.

“At Spence, I sat at the top of the elites pyramid. I’m in.” Veronica said, then looked at you and Betty. “Betty, (y/n) you’re trying out too.” You just nodded, you had no intention of trying out for cheer leading but weren’t going to say anything in front of Cheryl.

Cheryl looked at you and Betty, once again with that judgy stare, “Of course! Anyone’s welcome to try out.” Cheryl looked down at Bettys plate of food with disdain, “But Betty’s already got so much on her plate right now…And being a vixen is kind of a full-time thing, but open to all!”

You clenched your fists at your sides, your temper getting the better of you. Any sympathy you may have felt for Cheryl was rapidly fading.

Cheryl got up from the table and addressed you and Veronica, “Follow me on Twitter and I’ll do the same. my handles @CherylBombshell” and with a smile she turned and walked away.

Veronica smiled in relief as soon as Cheryl was gone. “Okay go ahead and hate on cheer leading but if Hipster prince Harry–” Betty interrupted veronica, “Oh, I’d love to be a cheerleader. It would look good on my college applications. But, last year when I tried out Cheryl said I was too fat.”

“Too season 5 Betty Draper. It was a great line.” Kevin the looked guilty and amended with “But not all all true.”

Immediately your already flaring temper got the best of you, “Seriously? Is that what that plate crack was about? that was so rude and uncalled for.” Kevin hummed in agreement and Betty nodded sheepishly.

“I agree with (y/n), that was a total bitch move. But you’re a total smoke show now, I mean it. As hot and as smart as you are…you should be the Queen Bae of this Drab hive…look, if you want to be a River Vixen, I’ll help you prep. I have moves. You too (y/n), we can all tryout together.”

You vigorously shook your head, “Thanks for the offer, but cheer leading isn’t my scene. I’m going to have to pass. I’ll totally come and provide Moral support though.” Veronica looked a tiny bit disappointed but nodded in acceptance, “Alright (y/n) is out, how about you Betty?”

Betty looked deep in thought for a few seconds before smiling broadly at Veronica, “Okay, you know what? Show me your moves.” You grinned at Betty, “I bet it doesn’t hurt that Archie will get to see you at the game, in your cheerleader uniform.” Betty flushed a deep red and Kevin and veronica both laughed light heartedly. The rest of lunch period was passed in good natured teasing and friendly banter.

- -

On the day of the semi-formal you were a lot more adjusted to riverdale, Cheryl was just the schools resident mean girl and Jason was just some boy who had passed away over the summer essentially they were strangers to you. It didn’t matter that they shared a common parent anymore, It was a secret that would be kept, and hopefully completely ignored.

You were walking home from the nearby 7-11 when your phone chimed with an unread text notification. You unlocked your phone and a text from Betty filled your screen.

’(y/n) do you need a ride? we’re going to the dance at 7’ You grinned at your phone.

‘we? meaning you and Archie? ;)’ a few minutes passed with no response before Betty finally answered,

‘We meaning Veronica, Archie and me.’ You frowned at the message, Betty had apparently lost her nerve.

’damn :( but no, I don’t need a ride I live like 2 blocks from the school.’ You waited for a response but Betty never answered, You figured she had been caught up in some pre-dance prep or something, and continued on your walk home.

You arrived at your house a few seconds later and unlocked the door. An empty silence greeted you, your mom was away on a business trip. Your mother worked as a freelance consultant for big corporations and had to travel alot because of it, so you were usually alone in the house.

Growing up you had a housekeeper that would take care of you, but she had died a few years ago. And by that point you were old enough to take care of yourself, so most of the time it was just you. When your mother was home she would generally be with your grandmother at the retirement home, your grandma had developed dementia and wasn’t usually lucid as of late. But you weren’t close to her so it was harder on your mother than on you.

You shook the depressing thoughts from your head and wandered into the kitchen and put your bag down. It was around three and you still needed to do some homework before getting ready for the dance. You grabbed the books from your bag and plugged in your headphones, starting on your latest English assignment.

- -

Four hours later you were all dolled up and headed to the school, your heels clicked on the pavement as you walked, your hair was down and jostled lightly in the cool breeze.

You walked up to the schools front doors and could already hear music pouring from the gym. You walked in to see Betty standing alone. “Hey, wheres Veronica and Archie? aren’t they your companions for the evening?” Betty smiled a little sadly and opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Kevin.

“Betty, (Y/n), You will not BELIEVE who just propositioned me in the bathroom. Give you a hint, his name may be moose…But I’d describe a certain appendage of his as as horse-like.” You choked on a laugh at the description and put a hand over your mouth, “Oh man I knew one of the football players had to be gay, the small town gods demand it."

Betty was just speechless her mouth open in shock.

Veronica showed up a few seconds later, "Hey (y/n) when did you get here?” You shrugged, “A minute or so ago.”

She nodded in acknowledgement and turned to Kevin. “I need a dance partner.” Veronica Grabbed Kevins hand with a grin and led him out to the dance floor. They passed Reggie and Moose on their way while the two boys were filling a flask with punch.

Kevin gave Moose an awestruck look as they passed and Moose quickly averted his gaze, which made you start laughing all over again. Your laughter caused Betty to start giggling too. But your laughter was cut short when Cheryls voice came through the loud speakers.

“Good evening, friends. are you all having a good time?” The crowd around you clapped and cheered.

“As honorary chairperson and de facto Queen of tonights semi-formal…it is my great pleasure to introduce this evenings main entertainment. To know them is to be obsessed with them. Though they usually perform their own material– tonight they’re making an exception…And debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived, this ones for you, JJ.”

You raised an eyebrow at the song choice, it was a little odd to pick something like that. But before you could comment Archie came up to you and Betty.“Sorry about that…oh hey (y/n)”

“I give you Josie and the pussycats!” Cheryl finished right after Archie spoke. More cheering erupted around you at the mention of the bands name. Music filled the gym as a slow song was played by the girls on the stage.

Archie turned to Betty, “Wanna dance?” Betty broke out into a wide grin and happily accepted, leaving you standing alone at the edge of the room.

You watched with a happy grin on your face as Betty and Archie Danced, smiles on their faces. But your smile was quickly turned into a frown as Bettys face grew serious and she removed her arms from around Archies neck. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you knew it couldn’t be good as Archie looked away from her uncomfortably.

Betty looked upset as the song came to an end and her and Archie stood stiffly beside each other.

You caught up to Kevin and Veronica by the snack table. “did you guys see Archie and Betty? That really didn’t look good.” Kevin and Veronica nodded and shared your worried look but before you three could discuss further one of Cheryls friends came up, and invited Veronica and you to an after party at Cheryls

- -

You were sitting on a couch next to Betty kind of uncomfortable and lost in your own thoughts as you stared intently at a picture of Clifford Blossom, yours and Cheryls father. It was surreal thinking about it, thinking about him, being in this house.

But Cheryls voice interrupted your thoughts. “It’s game time at chez Blossom, kiddies. We’re going old school tonight Seven minutes in heaven. Who wants to tryst in the closet of love first? My vote is 'A’ for Archie. Anyone care to second it?”

“Wait, actually–” Archie started to protest but Reggie cut him off. “YES! Andrews. yes.”

Cheryls smile was the sickeningly sweet one as she gestured for everyone to come closer. “All right, gather round kids. Lets see whos riding the ginger stallion tonight.” She flicked her wrist expertly and the bottle began spinning, Betty and Veronica leaned in intently and you looked on gripped with fear for your friends, you knew Cheryl was up to something and it wasn’t going to be good.

The bottle came to a halt, pointing right between Betty and Veronica. You swore under your breath. “Oooh no way!” Reggie laughed, oblivious to the deeper problems at play.

Betty and Veronica shared an awkward look and Cheryl smirked triumphantly. “Its clearing pointing to…the new girl. this should be fun.”

Veronica shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “Um, Im not doing this.”

“Thats up to you, but if you don’t…house rules decree the hostess gets to take your turn.” Cheryls tone was antagonistic, she knew exactly what she was doing to those three.

Instead of answering Veronica just looked defeated and Betty looked at Archie looking like she was about to cry. They walked into the closet and shut the door, You put a hand on Betty’s shoulder and she just stared at the wall, her green eyes glistening.

10 minutes later they were still in the closet.

“Betty its okay, I’m sure Archie and Veronica would never do anything to hurt you.” You tried to reassure her. Betty was silent and still.

Cheryl watched her with a predatory gaze, her tone was mocking and cruel “(y/n) is right Betty, I’m sure nothing is happening between them.” She smirked as a tear escaped Bettys eye and she ran from the room.

You glared at Cheryl. “Seriously?” your voice was sharp with anger, and you wanted to wipe that stupid triumphant smile off her face, but Betty was more important.

You ran out the front door into the cool night air, but Betty was nowhere in sight. “Betty?”

No response. You groaned in frustration and started searching for the blonde.

- -

Nearly half an hour later you were out of options and everything in this town was closed, except a diner called pop tates, with a resigned huff you decided to check here too as a last ditch effort.

You walked in the building and were instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of food cooking and something sweet. But food wasn’t why you were here. You walked up to the counter and were greeted by an older man with kind eyes and a warm smile. “Welcome to pop tates. you new in town?”

You nodded and your gaze darted around searching for Betty. “Yeah I am listen, have you seen Betty Cooper?”

The man chuckled, “No, not tonight. but you are the second person to come in looking for her.” He gestured towards Archie who was sitting in a booth talking to Jughead. You stormed over to him.

“Archie Andrews I am going to kill you. Do you know how much you hurt Betty going into that closet? You could’ve refused! It’s not like Cheryl had a gun to your head! Or at the very least you could have have come out after the 7 minutes! You knew Betty liked you! You knew and I’m guessing those extra minutes in there weren’t filled with an innocent chat.”

Archie opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off.

“Betty doesn’t deserve this crap. And with Veronica!

way to rub salt in the–”

Archie cut your angry rant off.

“I know I messed up okay?” he looked defeated and heartbroken. “I’m going to go talk to her. I’m going to go fix this.”

“You better Andrews.” you crossed your arms and fixed him with a protective glare, but let him pass.

Jughead was staring at you with a peculiar expression on his face you couldn’t tell what was going on in his head, you didn’t care, not at the moment.

“What?” your tone wasn’t accusing or angry, just tired.

He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time.

“How long have you known Betty?”

You looked away and sighed, “I don’t know…a week?”

He nodded once and turned his focus back to his computer. You sat down in the seat across from him without asking and fixed him with a cryptic stare.

Jughead broke the silence, “Why?”

His question surprised you, and you just blinked.

“Why defend a girl you’ve only known for a week?” He pressed.

You sighed and looked down at your lap, your gaze refusing to meet Jugheads.

“I don’t know. people like Betty, she’s so kind and welcoming…Are so rare She accepted me and Veronica immediately. Even though Archie and Veronica had that spark, and she’s so head over heels for him…She still welcomed her welcomed us both treated us like friends. Then Veronica and Archie did what they did and hurt her so badly.”

You paused.

“This town already has enough hurting people.”

Jughead searched your face for a lie, or the hidden meaning behind your words. His Blue-green eyes met yours and you just stared right back, your face was neutral but there was a hint of sadness and Heaviness in your gaze.

You could tell he wanted you to explain further, and again you were reminded of a reporter. Digging at things that maybe should be left alone. And maybe you wanted to tell him…but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t tell anyone.

So, before Jughead had time to ask anything else, you stood up from the booth.

“I’ll see you around Jughead.”

And you left the diner, you walked home, and you went to bed.

but for the town of Riverdale, the night was far from over.

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