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fanfics4all · 4 months

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Unexpected Snowstorm

Request: Yes / No List was made by @alpaca-clouds

Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Jones!Reader

Word count: 759

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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It was dark on the cold december night. I was hanging out at Sweet Pea’s place when the snow started coming down hard. Neither of us noticed, until we started getting cold. I felt the shivers and looked over at Pea, who was also slightly shivering.

“It’s cold in here.” I mentioned and Sweets nodded. He got up and checked the head, which was on. He looked out the window and his eyes widened.

“Uh, I guess it started snowing.” Sweets said and I got up to look.

“Oh my God…” I said as I looked at the snow quickly piling up. I heard my phone ring and quickly went to answer it.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Y/N? Where are you?” My brother, Jughead asked.

“I’m at Pea’s place.” I answered.

“Dad! She’s with Sweet Pea!” I heard him call out.

“Darlin’? You’re still at Sweet Pea’s place?” Dad asked and I nodded, before realizing he can’t see me.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“Stay there tonight, there’s a bad storm outside and it looks like we’re gettin’ snowed in.” He said.

“Yeah, Sweets and I didn’t realize it even started snowing until we both felt how cold it was getting.” I said and looked over at Sweets.

“You both are gonna be able to stay warm, right?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” I answered.

“Good, alright, try and keep your phone charged. We might lose power.” He said.

“Okay, Daddy.” I said with a nod. We hung up and I turned to Sweet Pea.

“Guess we’re stuck here until the storm is over and people can start digging us out.” I said and he nodded.

“Fine by me.” He said with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes and started to rub my arms.

“Dad said he thinks we might lose power.” I said and Sweets groaned.

“We’re gonna freeze to death.” He said and I giggled.

“I might freeze first, so you can eat my body if you need to.” I joked. Sweets chuckled then noticed me shivering harder and rubbing my arms. He walked off and returned with a warm looking sweater. He tossed it to me and I happily put it on.

“That looks better on you then it does me.” He said with a wink and I blushed slightly. Sweets and I returned to the couch and started watching another movie.

Maybe half way through the power cut out. Pea groaned and I sighed. It almost instantly got colder. I checked my phone and saw Jughead had texted me. He was making sure my phone was charged and we were okay. I texted him back and told him that my phone was charged and that Pea and I would be fine. I started shivering again and Sweets looked over at me.

“Sweets?” I asked.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“C-Can we move t-to your bed?” I asked. He nodded and we both quickly went to his room. I rushed to his bed and wrapped the blanket around my body and felt a little warmer. Sweets left the room and came back a few moments later with extra blankets. I smiled and moved over to make room for Sweets. He got under the blankets with me and wrapped the extra ones around us. Sweets laid down and pulled me to lay on his chest. I smiled as I felt the warmth of his body.

“Imagine Jugs face if he saw us frozen like this.” I joked and Sweets laughed.

“He’d find a way to bring me back just to kill me again.” He said and I giggled. My brother was alway protective of me when it came to guys. When he found out me and Sweet Pea were dating, Dad had to stop him from killing my now boyfriend. Dad wasn’t exactly happy about me dating Pea either, but he could tell how happy I was with him. That’s the only reason he was a bit more lenient with us.

I could feel myself growing tired, but I didn’t really think I should sleep while being this cold. My eyelids were growing heavier and heavier, I could hardly fight it.

“Get some sleep, babe, it’s pretty much the only thing we can do right now anyway.” He said and I sighed.

“I don’t wanna freeze to death.” I mumbled. Pea chuckled and pulled me closer.

“I’m not gonna let you freeze babe, I’ll keep you warm all night.” He said and my eyes finally closed. I mumbled something in my sleepy state as I finally lost the fight.

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kitaspages · 4 months

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We fight every night for something, but when the sunsets we’re both the same. Half in the shadows. Half burned in flames.

#jeronica aesthetic #jeronica #jughead jones #veronica lodge #inspo for my fanfic #when the sun sets we’re both the same #religious aesthetic #religous trauma #daddy issues

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lovedinapastlife · 11 months

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Fic: Any world with you will do

Any world with you will do by SunlitGarden for dsvridiculousfangirl

Time-traveling contemporary Jughead tries to convince 50's Betty to help him save the world by showing her how intimately he knows her in other timelines. ~~~~ Jughead cannot stand being in this decade–hell, this universe–for one more minute. He stalks into the Blue and Gold, his heart skipping at the sight of a beautiful, swing-skirt-wearing blonde rearranging the photo layout. “Help me Betty Cooper, you’re my only hope,” he says. She quirks an eyebrow. “What?” He tugs his cap. “Ah, sorry, that movie hasn’t come out yet.” “What are you talking about, Jughead?” She giggles, her voice airy and light in a way that makes his stomach tighten with need. Her smile transcends timelines. He loves her in tight sweaters and nylons, but he misses her bandanas and overalls too. He’s not sure he can miss and adore someone when she’s standing right in front of him. Sort of. But he had that problem in other universes too.

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Read here on Ao3

#bughead #betty x jughead #betty cooper x jughead jones #bughead fanfiction #bughead fanfic #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale au #fic: any world with you will do #time traveling jughead jones #my works #my fics

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cynthpop29 · 5 months

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It's a very, very mad world at the Whyte Wyrm this Friday night 🐍.

Read Chapter 4 of northside girl on AO3.

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

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homeofthelonelywriter · 2 years

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HM: Jughead x Reader with cold hands

(A/N) Here is the request of the lovely @lady-of-lies. Thank you so much for the request! I really hope you like it!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none

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before you and Jug got together, he honestly barely noticed your cold hands or feet

after all, most of the time, he could blame it on the weather

and he never really got to notice that your feet were just as cold as your hands

but after you got together

boy oh boy, he got worried quickly

at first, he just blamed it on the weather again

but after some time, it was clear that there was more behind it

but he also didn’t want to ask you about it

instead, he tried to do subtle things to warm both your hands and feet

like making you hot water bottles whenever you’re at home together

and burying you under blankets

he would also buy you the warmest and softest gloves and socks he could find

maybe even pick up knitting and make your gloves and socks himself

and who knew that heated gloves exist

Jughead does…now

but he soon had to admit that nothing really helped

so, he did what he does best

research

he looked up different reasons for cold hands and feet on google

and that is never a good idea

after he saw a few scary diagnoses, he immediately confronted you

(in a concerned way)

and you had to spend some time calming him down

he was literally freaking out

wanting to get you to the hospital or a doctor and some sort of medical professional

he only stopped when you told him that you had already been to the doctors and they confirmed that everything was okay and it wasn’t anything serious

he breathed a sigh of relief and apologized for freaking out

but that didn’t make him stop doing everything in his power to warm your hands and feet up

and hey, by then, he is really good at knitting

#jughead jones #jughead x reader #jughead imagine #jughead fanfiction #jughead headcanons #jughead fanfic #jughead ff #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale imagine #riverdale headcanons #fanfiction #headcanon monday

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decysstuff · 5 months

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I wish you would write (or draw) a fic where Bughead (prep or regular) have a ‘Spy x Family’ moment. <3

Definitely an idea with Baxter👍👍!! It's tempting.

#bughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #decy answers asks #baxter jones #my art #bughead fanfic?#or fanart

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rjthehybrid · 6 months

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I know the show is over but it doesn't mean the #Jeronica fandom has to be. Anybody writing anything #Jeronica centered that i should keep my eye out for?

#jeronica #vughead #ao3 fanfic #jeronicanation #jughead jones #veronica lodge #riverdale

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i-know-you-can · 7 months

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Play Along - Chapter 4

This chapter is one of my favorites because it includes a whole lot of shenanigans, which you know I love. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did creating it.

Read chapter 4 on Ao3

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

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rythmicjea · 2 months

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Hi!! What's your series where Jughead and Cheryl are chosen siblings?? Is it up on A03? Please share!

Hi!! Yes, it is on AO3. It's called "Last Songs from the Sockhop" (link below!). While it's a series focused on Jughead and Veronica's relationship, starting in the fourth story "Only You" (which happens during episode 7x18) we discover that there is a shared past with the two of them. Since the original Jellybean doesn't exist in this new timeline, one was created. Cheryl calls him "Forsythe" and he calls her "his Jellybean".

The series is almost finished and in every story after they discover their shared past, I've written it that she plays a prominent role in his life.

Below is just a cut excerpt from the first story. I personally really love their interaction in the fifth story "Twilight Time", which occurs after they get their memories back.

As he continued to flip, he found another note bookmarking a particular passage. Read this - and consider it a thank you for the summer when we were seven. Jughead had to take a moment to think. When he was seven it would have been 1946. But, strangely, nothing came to him at first. Like a mist revealing a new mystery, his memories started to surface. But they flipped in between something light and something dark. He recognized one but the other felt familiar. The clothes weren’t right in one of the clashing memories along with noises he didn’t recognize came through louder - music maybe? The recall was on the tip of his tongue. His muscles seemed to know the words but they couldn’t make the necessary sounds. Jughead shook his head hoping to clear the confusion and like a lightbox flipping on, he remembered the summer Cheryl was talking about.

“I called her ‘Jellybean’...” Jughead whispered to himself.

#jughead jones #riverdale #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #veronica lodge #jeronica #vughead #cheryl blossom #Jughead x Cheryl #Jellybean #Forsythe #Forsythe Pendleton Jones III

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itsnotyouithink · 2 years

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SENSE OF HOME, BOTH SWEET AND SALTY

fem!reader x cheryl blossom x son!oc

summary; when invited to see your girlfriend cheerlead at the championship game vs stonewall prep, a hellish face gets your attention which leads to a series of events to follow. both bad and good.

part one,

warnings; fluff, angst

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You didn’t know you could’ve gotten any luckier. Your life was seemingly perfect at the moment—too perfect. One example is your girlfriend becoming more involved with Cris and his life. She chose to pick him up from school when you couldn’t make it from all the after school activities you decided to sign up for. With Senior Year quickly coming to a close, you had to make sure your transcript for college had as much stuff in it that Cheryl did. If you wanted to have the opportunity to support your family, fully without the help of your father or Cheryl, you needed to get a good education.

Cris absolutely adored Cheryl. He adored her so much that he had already started calling her parental names. The array of Mama, and Mom flying around left and right. And every time the name is directed at her, her face immediately glows with a smile. She even cried one time.

Things had been going great—better than great. You and your girlfriend were on cloud 9 together, switching between which house to sleepover at. Cris obviously slept between the two of you and Cheryl wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a heartwarming sight to see. You finally had a family, even if it wasn’t “traditional”.

Cheryl made it her mission to make sure the boy felt safe and comfortable in her presence and around Thistlehouse. If that meant that she needed to get rid of a few paintings that were passed down through the Blossom bloodline—so be it.

“Remember when you see Cheryl, you give her a big hug.” Cris nodded his head with a smile, “I love Mamas hugs! She makes sure to squeeze the life out of me.”

You shook your head and laughed, “You should tell her that, it’ll make her smile.” Cris proceeded to pull you over towards the bleacher stairs with no struggle. The two of you found seats near the front, giving Cris enough room to jump up and down when he gets a sudden energy surge he usually got. Especially with the hype and cheering coming from students of Riverdale High and Stonewall Prep.

“Well if it isn’t Prince Cristiano and Miss Y/N.” A familiar voice came from beside you and your energetic son. Your good friends, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones sat beside you, Cris eloping them into a warm hug. “I thought you couldn’t come to the game?”

You sighed, “Cris has been extremely hyper lately. I thought some fresh air would do the trick to tire him out. It’s a plus that everyone is here.” You flashed a small smile towards your two friends.

Jughead chuckled as Cris repeatedly gave him high-fives, “He’s like a ball of star energy.”

You laughed and shook your head, “I wish it was just that,” Betty tilted her head towards you, a supportive hand placed on your forearm. “He hit one of his classmates last week for stealing his red crayon while making a portrait of me, him and Cher.”

“His teacher suggested he should get tested for ADHD, but doctor visits are extremely expensive for a high school student that takes a shift at Pop’s. Cheryl continues to tell me she’ll happily pay for it but, I just don’t want handouts—she’s been paying for his normal check-ups since she met him.” You took a quick breath, “Whatever, I’ll find a way.”

Betty gently squeezed your arm before retracting it when a breeze hit, “Well if you need anything, we’re here for you.”

Jughead nodded from beside his girlfriend, “Even if I’m at Stonewall right now, I’ll happily take babysitting hours. It’s a good break from the Stonies.” You smiled at the couple and nodded, “Thanks guys, I appreciate it.”

A whistle was blown, the River Vixens waving their pom-poms and coming onto the field with smiles and chants—their recently hired cheerleading coach no where in sight. Cheryl scanned the crowd like she usually would, the expectation of her girlfriend and her girlfriends son wasn’t extremely high, considering the two of you talked on the phone and you told her there most likely wasn’t a possibility of making it. But the glimpse of a boy jumping up and down waving made her smile, immediately waving back.

She blew a kiss to you, who waved brightly. Cheryl winked and turned to her Vixens with clasped hands. The cheerleaders got into formation, the song ‘Cherry Bomb’ playing on the loud speakers around them. You watched as Cheryl and your best friends, Veronica and Toni dance around with smiles and sass. Cris jumping up and down and dancing freely.

The football team ran onto the field with their helmets covering their faces and heads. The game had quickly begun with the burning thought that the guy with #13 plastered on his back looked oddly familiar with the piercing brown eyes.

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Cris happily jumped into the arms of your girlfriend, “Mama! You did so good!” It was the end of the game and sadly the Stonewall Prep Scallions took the win at the last moment, Riverdale High’s star player being injured at the last seconds of the game. Cheryl smiled at the parental name she was officially given. Her heart swelling immediately. “Hi, baby, I’m glad you came!” She smiled and kissed the crown of his head, swinging him back and forth with the hug.

You cleared your throat making Cheryl look towards you. “Well, hello, my love.” She let go of the raven-haired boy and brought you in for a chaste kiss. “I thought you weren’t coming?”

You sighed, “He was energetic after you left. I figured we could enjoy fresh air and see you do your thing.” Cheryl nodded with a smile and a small chuckle, Cris leaning into her side. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Where’s the new cheerleading coach?”

Cheryl smirked, “Oh, she’s been . . . disposed.”

You shook your head and brought her in for a hug. “You did good out there, Blossom. Y’know with the hands and the skirt rising? I wonder where they came from . . .” You rose a playful eyebrow. Cheryl laughed and interlocked your hands with hers. “They’ve been recently locked away, I suppose. However, I am glad you were here to see them.”

You hummed with a small laugh, “Believe me, I enjoyed it.” Cheryl pulled you in once more for a small kiss, this time lasting an ounce longer but was interrupted by a deep voice calling for your name.

“Y/N.” Someone called from behind the two of you. A small groan of interruption falling from Cheryls painted lips. “Can we talk?”

You turned around at the question with furrowed eyebrows.

David Santos in all his hell-ish glory.

His hair was pitch black and wet from a celebratory water bottle being poured in his head. A small gash through his eyebrow from being tackled by Archie Andrews himself. His brown eyes transferred exactly to his son. He was tall—so damn tall.

Cheryl looked at the man and then at her girlfriend then down to the boy who clung to her side, waiting to go home. Cris was the spitting image of you and David combined.

The boy had David’s hair color, his eyes and skin tone while you gave him your eyebrows, lips, cheekbones and jaw line.

You cleared your throat, the father of your child standing before you, “David, there’s nothing to talk about.” You turned around and grabbed ahold of Cris’s hand, Cheryl turning with you to walk the other way. A hand turning you back around by your forearm.

“David—”

“Is this him . . .” He gulped, looking down at the confused child hiding beside Cheryl and yours legs. “Is this my son?”

“Who’s else’s would it be, you imbecile.” Cheryl rolled her eyes, her arms crossed with a protective stance. David furrowed his eyebrows and looked towards you who sighed and nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You scoffed and furrowed your eyebrows, “I did tell you, David.” The image of the three pregnancy tests you took and showed him engraved in your brain. So was the thought of him telling you he wanted nothing to do with it. “You said you didn’t want anything to do with me or him. Even after that I gave you a chance.” You dryly chuckled, “I even invited you to family events with my Dad! I defended your ass even when everyone said you would be a deadbeat father who would care less about me or our son.” You angrily made your way over to him, harshly pointing a finger to his chest. “I waited for you in that hospital bed and you never came.”

“Mama, why is Ma angry?” Cris quietly asked a focused Cheryl by pulling on her Vixens skirt. The redhead looked down at the boy but before she could answer David scoffed, “So, Blossom gets to be a parent figure but the person who actually created him can’t even see him?”

“David, please.” You dragged a hand down your face, “You haven’t been present since his birth. You ran away to Stonewall Prep, for heavens sake. Cheryl has been there for him—for us—way longer than you have. And, again, you made that decision to be a bad father. I gave you plenty of opportunities to redeem yourself.”

“But—”

“David.”

“Can I at least say hi?” David sighed, glancing at the raven haired boy with spitting imagery of himself. You held stern eye contact before sighing and looking behind you at Cheryl then at your son. “Cris, baby, come here for a second.”

He walked over to you, picking him up in your arms. You pressed a small kiss on his cheek before sighing, “Cris, this is David . . . your Dad.”

Cris furrowed his eyebrows. He was young, yes. But he knew the small stories of his father and even in his young mind, David was never the person who fit the parental figure. When he thought of a parental figure it newly morphed into the image of the redhead behind them. “No you’re not.”

“Cris—”

“No, Mama is right there.” He turned in your arms and pointed to Cheryl who couldn’t help the small laugh behind her hand escape her lips. “I don’t know you.” He pointed to the football player in front of them.

“David, I’m sorry—”

“No, no.” He shook his head, sadness written on his face. “It’s, uh, it’s fine. I . . . understand, y’know. I wasn’t there and I get that.”

“Look,” You sighed, knowing you might regret the offer you were about to give him. “if you want to come around and try—”

“No,” He declined, “I’m fine.”

“David, I’m giving you a final chance here. I’m giving you a chance so you won’t go home to your cozy dorm room in tears because your own son doesn’t know who you are. Okay? So, take it.” You said sternly. “. . . You can come have dinner with us three tomorrow night. If you don’t show up then I will know your decision about where you want to stand in your sons life.”

You didn’t let him answer before turning around and headed towards the car. Cheryl quickly running towards your side with a hand slipped around your waist. Leaving a thought filled football player in the dust of Riverdale High. “Let’s go home, shall we.”

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You cozied up on the comfortable bed of Cheryl Blossom that had quickly turned into your bed as well. The covers were poured over the three of you. Cris was fast asleep between the two of you, Cheryl’s hands rubbing the boys arm in a parental manner, ushering him to fall into a deep sleep—which he quickly fell into.

You glanced towards your girlfriend in the dark lighting of the room. Your vision shifting back to your sleeping son. “On Cris’ birth certificate, where the fathers signature should be . . . it’s blank.”

The redhead glanced over at you while you tilted her head towards her. “And, the papers in my bag also just need a signature. You can obviously say no, considering it’s a big decision and bigger responsibilities. But,” You looked down at your sleeping son who was cuddled between you too. His small arm hung around Cheryls covered stomach, while his face leaned against her as well. “Cris already calls you Mama. He sees you as a parental figure and thinks about your hugs daily.”

“And, again, you obviously don’t have too—” You were quickly interrupted by the redheads lips on yours in a short, passionate kiss. The two of you being mindful of the sleeping child between the two of you.

“Where do I sign?”

So with grace—and a smile, you wrapped Cris around Cheryls figure to slowly leave the bed without waking the sleeping child. You came back with papers leaning against a school textbook you found in your book bag, a pen in hand. You watched with a smile and glossy eyes as Cheryl clicked the pen and signed her name on the adoption papers.

CHERYL BLOSSOM

“You, Cheryl Blossom, officially have a son.” You smiled, a glossy tear slipping down your cheek that the redhead wiped away. She smiled, happy tears threatening to slip down her cheeks as well.

“I love you,” She smiled, placing a short kiss on your lips. “and, you.” She kissed the crown of her sons head who was now completely on her stomach in a bear hug, sleeping.

So that night, when Cheryl was smiling up at her ceiling, with you curled into her sleeping, she glanced over to her future fiancé and son with smiles. She realized that even through all the hell they’ve been through so far, a sense of home wasn’t just a place of comfort but also people.

She realized her girlfriend and son were her home, and she would be damned if she let anyone take that away from her.

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smokietaylor · 2 months

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The Jacket (FP x Reader)

Chapter 3 update

Description: You bike over to Jughead's trailer in the middle of a storm so that he can help you with some English homework. Only to find out when you get there that he is not home and probably out with Betty Cooper... again. You decide to wait for Jughead to come home and end up spending some time with FP Jones.

NSFW Content 18+ only Minors DNI