#just tied my jacket around my waist and felt like jughead

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Jughead is an androgynous king. Suspenders. Flannels. Wearing the flannels tied around his waist. Butch transcmasc icon

#riverdale #jughead jones #just tied my jacket around my waist and felt like jughead

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Hell Takes Riverdale pt. I

Imagine moving to Riverdale while your father has some business to attend to. While there, you meet some people you find yourself growing attached to.

Words: 8.8K Author’s Note: Riverdale AU where FP didn’t go to prison for his crimes and Jughead joined the Serpents because he wanted to. This isn’t exactly Northsider friendly and I’ll be focusing more so on the Serpents, so I won’t go into detail about all the drama the Northside gang constantly puts themselves into the middle of, nor will Jughead be a part of it. I will mention a certain family who lives nearby from another show, but I will NOT be bringing those characters in here. The most you’ll get is what I explain about them in the imagine.

Jughead Jones was notorious for laying low and staying out of the spotlight. At least he was until a murder rocked his small town, Veronica Lodge- along with her criminal family- moved in, and his best friends Betty Cooper and Archie Andrews put together their very own crime solving Scooby Gang. He liked a good mystery every now and then, but the murder of Jason Blossom pointed towards his father's gang and he didn't know how to cope with that.

When FP Jones- Jughead's dad- eventually confessed to the murder, Jughead didn't know what to think. All he knew for sure was that his dad was innocent. So he and his friends did their best to prove Mr. Jones of his innocence, which they eventually did, but given FP's past the police decided to keep him a bit longer.

Jughead Jones was a powder keg waiting to explode, so in a move no one expected, he channeled his anger from the crookedness of their small town Sheriff to the local high school jocks when they decided to target the new girl for laughs. Y/N Y/L/N was a meek little thing, small smiles and small voice whenever called upon. She didn't dress like someone who had money, but then again she didn't dress like she didn't have any either. She presented herself as someone from the middle class which is probably why Jughead felt at ease coming to her defense one day out of the blue.

You're at your locker, putting away your books before you head over to the cafeteria for lunch, when someone shoves their shoulder into your back. You grunt as you collide with the metal in front of you, a few notebooks falling to the floor, and you turn to frown at the culprits. Reggie Mantle and his merry band of jocks laugh at you. "Seriously?" You mumble.

Reggie smirks, shrugging. "I gotta find my entertainment somewhere and what better entertainment is there than the new girl with no voice?" You roll your eyes and bend over to pick up your belongings, only for a sneaker clad foot to kick one of your notebooks away.

"Hey!"

The sound of someone being shoved into the lockers next to you has you looking up, a beanie-wearing, plaid shirt tied around the waist, boy coming to your aide. "What the hell is your problem, Mantle?" Hands fist into the material of Reggie's letterman jacket, slamming him twice against the lockers. "Haven't you ever heard the phrase pick on someone your own size?"

Reggie shoves him back. "Cool it, Jones, less you wanna end up in a cell next to your pops."

He scoffs. "You look real tough picking on a girl. Keep walking, jackass."

Your gaze darts between the two boys, chest to chest with one another, and you practically hold your breath. You can see the other jocks just itching for a fight, but the longer Reggie and your savior stare at one another, the less Reggie seems to be amped up for a fight. He eventually scoffs, smiling. "Whatever. The little mouse isn't much fun anyway."

Reggie goes to walk away, but not before kicking another one of your notebooks further down the hall. You sigh and start collecting your things closest to you once more.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about him. Reggie's a total dick."

You glance at the boy collecting one of your notebooks for you and flash him a small smile. "It's fine. Every school has a bully. I didn't expect this place to be any different."

"Yeah, well.." He trails off, placing the stuff he collected in your locker. "I'm Jughead."

"That's an unusual name," you say. "I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, would you care to join me outside for lunch? I'm kind of alone today and I noticed you don't really sit with anyone either. I'll help keep Reggie off your back," he muses as if his protection would somewhat sweeten the deal.

"Sure. Why not?" You shrug.

Once everything is situated in your locker, you grab the lunch bag that had been hanging from a hook on the inside. Side by side, you walk with Jughead outside and towards one of the concrete picnic tables. He sits down and only then do you realize he had a brown sack clutched in his hand. Immediately he pulls out two smashed sandwiches wrapped in plastic wrap, and unwraps them to start eating.

"So as a token of my thanks," you say while taking a seat across from him and unzipping your lunch bag, "have a fruit cup." You toss him a cool cup of mixed fruit and he happily catches it.

"Thanks." From the corner of your eye, you watch as he stares at you until you start eating your own sandwich and chips. "So Riverdale," he says. "Why here of all places?"

You huff a quiet laugh. Of course you'd heard the whispers about you, curious about your move, but you never spoke to anyone and no one dared to ask you before now. "My half sister lives in Greendale, and she and her aunts were having some personal issues. My dad moved us here so he could help them out, but he wasn't fond of the housing situations Greendale had to offer so we ended up here."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." He takes a bite of his food. "So are you and your sister close?"

"Not really." Your nose wrinkles. You eat a bit of your own food before explaining. "She kind of hates our dad because he slept with her mom when she was married, but instead of villainizing them both for their mutual decision, she puts all the blame on him."

Jughead shakes his head. "Well that sucks."

"Yep. But she obviously doesn't have a problem calling on him when she's in trouble." You roll your eyes, opening your water and taking a sip. "It's whatever. Riverdale is.. interesting."

"Yeah. It is," he huffs a brief laugh.

Over the next month or so, you and Jughead become actual friends. He attempts to introduce you to his group of friends, but the only one you can actually stomach being around is Archie. Veronica is too nosy, Betty too suspicious, and Kevin rarely hangs out with everyone less it involves a good gossip session. So more often than not, after realizing his group of friends wasn't just your cup of tea, you and Jughead hung out at Pop's Chock'lit-Shoppe.

The retro diner quickly became one of your favorite places in all of Riverdale, but upon entering one Sunday evening and seeing Jughead's expression you know you're not going to enjoy your dinner.

"Uh oh. What's going on with your face?" You ask as you slide in across from Jughead. "You look like you have some bad news."

He grins, shaking his head. "It's not bad. I'm just not sure how well you're going to take what I have to tell you."

"Mhm. Tell me after I've gotten my food." Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, Pop Tate himself is dropping off your and Jughead's usual order. "Thanks, Pop."

The old man chuckles. "Don't mention it, Y/N. Enjoy your meal."

"Always do." Before any other words can be spoken, you and Jughead squirt ketchup on your respective plates. He steals the cherry from your milkshake and you plop a straw into his Coke to take a sip. The both of you take a bite out of your burgers, chuckling at each other and how at ease the two of you have become with one another. "So what's up?"

"I'm leaving Riverdale High." You pause in chewing and Jughead refuses to meet your gaze. "I'll be starting at Southside High tomorrow morning."

"Oh."

"It's just- my dad's getting out." When he looks up, the excitement in his eyes at the prospect of his dad coming home makes your exterior soften and you start to feel happy for your friend. "He, uh, he's been doing good. Jail forced him to get sober and he's talking about starting over. I'm going to move back in with him."

"That's good news, Jug. I'm really happy for you."

"Are you?" He grabs a fry and quickly dips it into your vanilla milkshake. You chuckle at him.

"Yeah. I mean we mostly hang out here anyway. That won't change, I hope." He's quick to shake his head, letting you know your weekly hang outs at Pop's would still be on. "I'll just have to toughen up and learn how to throw a punch. Reggie and his goons need a nice swift punch to the throat every now and then, I think."

Jughead exhales with relief. "Please let Kevin know beforehand so he can catch it on video for me."

"No promises."

The two of you go on to finish your food, making small talk and promises to keep in touch. Eventually you have to leave, so before you go your separate ways you decide to give Jughead a ride home. And since he's no longer embarrassed to have you over after the first time you'd been over, he accepts the ride with a shrug.

FP Jones has been out of jail for three days and in those three days Jughead has noticed his dad has been a little paranoid. So one day after school, he's had enough and decides to sit down and talk with him.

"What's going on?"

FP glances away from the paper in his hand. "Nothing. Why?"

"Because you're acting weird! Ever since you got out of jail it's like you're constantly looking over your shoulder."

Jughead and FP stare at one another before FP sets the paper down, running a hand through his hair. "Someone's coming to town," he says. "Someone you don't ever want to cross."

"Okay. And?"

"It's worrisome," FP says. "Mr. Morningstar, he's the real deal, Jughead. Expensive suits, expensive cars, posh accent.. this man can be very dangerous."

"Well then round up the Serpents. I'm sure they'll enjoy running this guy out of town."

"Nah." Jughead scoffs, confused as to what his dad's deal is. "Mr. Morningstar is the one who sent one of his lawyers to get me released."

"..oh."

"But Mr. Morningstar doesn't hand out favors without wanting something in return. I don't like being in debt, Jug. Especially to someone like him."

"We'll figure it out, dad. He reached out to you, not the other way around. He can't want something too bad if he came to you first. Right?"

"I don't know, son." FP falls silent, tapping his fingers along the tabletop. "And there's something else you should know."

"What?"

"Mr. Morningstar isn't exactly.. human." Jughead scoffs, but FP shoots him a warning look. "I'm serious. This man is capable of things you wouldn't believe unless you see it in person, but I'm hoping it doesn't come to that. If he comes around, you do as I say. I'll settle my debt with him as quickly as possible and hopefully Riverdale will be in his rearview mirror sooner rather than later."

Jughead doesn't know how to feel at seeing his dad- the Serpent King himself- looking so on edge. He's never seen him so rattled, so it leaves Jughead himself feeling the dread start to seep in.

Every single Serpent inside the Whyte Wyrm was well aware of who Mr. Morningstar was and to be on the lookout for anyone fitting his description. For a week there was no sight or word about him, the same week which Jughead finally decided to throw in with the Serpents and officially become one of the gang. He had texted his friends, some more supportive than others, but he only found comfort in his decision after hearing back from Y/N who held no ill will towards him for wanting to be a Southside Serpent officially.

Jughead is still healing, everyone at the Whyte Wyrm celebrating him completing his initiation.

"Toni," FP calls out, "serve us up some shots!" The petite, pink haired girl behind the bar laughs, she readily grabbing up shot glasses and lining them up along the bar. She fills every shot glass, smiling as her fellow Serpents grab one to await the impending toast. As FP grabs one, he raises it up while staring at his son across the room who's hanging out with a few younger Serpents. "Jughead, while this wasn't the life I wanted for you, it is your decision and you don't know how proud it makes me to have you ride by side. To Jughead!"

"To Jughead!"

The Serpents all whoop and holler, downing their shots in one go.

"Hear, hear," an out of place accent muses. Those closest to the man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere all tense and FP's smile slowly vanishes as he stares at the man who hasn't aged a single year since he last saw him over fifteen years ago. "Well, well. Freedom seems to suit you well, FP."

FP schools his expression. "Mr. Morningstar."

"Call me Lucifer. No need to be so formal."

The Serpents seem to fall silent as FP and Lucifer Morningstar stare at one another. Jughead, seeing the way everyone is holding themselves as the tension amps up, pushes his way through the crowd until he's just behind his dad. "Lucifer," FP says, "why don't you follow me. We'll go somewhere a bit more private."

Lucifer gestures for FP to lead the way. "After you."

FP glances at Jughead over his shoulder, but he doesn't give him any sort of cue to follow. Instead, Jughead follows after them to a table that's not surrounded by any others over by the stage. Once seated, FP stares Mr. Morningstar in the face. "So what brings you to Riverdale? It's been a while since you were last here."

"Ah, yes," he says. Lucifer leans back in seat, smiling. "I originally came to watch a client of mine wreak havoc on your precious little town," at this, FP and Jughead tense, "but someone very important to me made attachments here and I've had to rethink my plans of letting your town burn to the ground."

"A client of yours?" FP's eyes narrow. "Who?"

"I think you know who," Lucifer says. "Annoying little bugger. But as I said before, attachments were made and I had to keep watch over said attachment to see whether or not I approved. And let me tell you, Mr. Jones, I quite liked what I saw."

"Okay?" He drawls. "So what does that have to do with why you're here? Or are you calling in a favor for getting me out?"

Lucifer laughs. "Oh no, FP. You getting out was not my doing." FP freezes. "You see, this someone important to me is my daughter. She's the one who requested you be freed."

"You have a daughter?" FP shifts in his seat. "Why would she want me out?"

"I do. And because one of your little snakelings made quite the impression on her after showing her kindness when he didn't have to." Lucifer raises an eyebrow at FP's completely flabbergasted expression. "This person was and continues to be genuine with my daughter, so I figured I'd step in and help clean up your beloved little town instead of letting it be turned inside out by Hiram Lodge. After all, it seems we're going to be in Riverdale for quite some time now."

FP glances around, but he can't see any of the Serpents being this person in question. Eventually, he asks, "Who?"

Lucifer's gaze darts up over FP's shoulder and lands on Jughead. Jughead's eyes widen. "Me? Who have I-"

"Me, of course." You choose that exact moment to walk out from the back room, ignoring everyone's stare save for Jughead's. You're a bit self-conscious of the black crystallized crown on your head and the skin tight, all black outfit your dad's minions had chosen for you, but you don't show it. The way you're dressed now, Jughead's never seen you this way. "What's wrong, Juggie? Cat got your tongue?"

Your friend gulps as he eyes you up and down. "Y/N?"

"Surprise!" You muse. At his slack expression, your smile diminishes. "It's still me, JJ. No need to be weird now."

FP glances between you and his son as Jughead asks, "Was our friendship even real?"

Your eyes widen. "Of course it was! I was never meant to make friends here," you quickly explain, "but you just couldn't leave me be when Reggie set his sights on me and you- you befriended me for me." Jughead loses some of the tension in his frame. "You didn't talk to me because of who my dad was and what he could do for you. You talked to me because you felt bad for me and then you continued to talk to me because we actually got along."

A beat passes and Jughead eventually sighs. "Don't kid yourself. I only talk to you because you let me steal the cherry from your milkshake." It takes a moment for his words to sink in and when they do you snort. Lucifer chuckles and poor FP has no idea what's going on.

"This is quite fitting, is it not?" Lucifer grins.

FP frowns. "What do you mean?"

"The Serpent Prince and the Queen of Hell. Royalty always seeks out royalty."

You freeze, Jughead's brow furrows, and FP seems to blanch as he comes to a sudden realization. Quick as a snake's strike, you slap the back of your dad's shoulder. "Not here." Then you glance at FP. "Can we continue this talk in a back room?"

He slowly blinks before he snaps out of his thoughts. "Yeah. Let's go."

FP stands and leads the way, and you grin over at Jughead. "Come on. We have some more stuff to talk about."

In a back office, FP and Lucifer have already taken their seats as you and Jughead join them. Instead of sitting, the two of you stand side by side after the door is shut behind you.

"So what exactly is going on here?" FP wonders.

Lucifer glances at you, smirking, and you sigh. You had a feeling he was going to make you explain yourself. "So I noticed instead of scoffing at the queen of hell comment, you blanched." FP hesitantly nods. "So that means you understand my dad is quite.. different."

Lucifer huffs. "I'm the devil, darling. No need to tiptoe around it."

You cringe as he so bluntly puts it out there and nervously gauge the Jones' reactions. Both seem more than a little intimidated and your heart starts to sink. "I'm still me, Jughead. Just a little.. more."

Jughead glances at you. "You're really the daughter of Satan?" You nod. "And this isn't some joke?"

"No. My sister, the one who lives in Greendale, was meant to take the throne," you admit. "But she really does hate my dad and refused it, so it passed on to the next heir. Hell got a little bit stuffy and some of my dad's more important minions were trying to marry me off, so I left with my dad as he dealt with business here. I was supposed to keep my head down until we moved on, but well.." you trail off, smiling softly. "I found that having a friend was quite nice." When Jughead has nothing else to say, you look towards FP. "You've raised a kind son, Mr. Jones. And for that, I'm going to offer you a favor." He seems to straighten up then, glancing worriedly at your dad. "And don't worry, this is a favor from me. I don't do contracts or cut deals like dad does. My favor is a no strings attached type of situation. This is a favor for a friend."

FP and Jughead glance at each other, and you notice FP subtly shake his head. Jughead sighs and looks at you. "Do you promise that me or my dad won't owe you?"

"Jughead," FP warns.

But you only have eyes for your friend as you step towards him and take up his hands within your own. "I swear. You're my friend, JJ. You got Reggie off my back and offered genuine companionship, so let me do something for you."

"You mean like getting my dad out of jail?"

You grin, releasing his hands and shoving at his shoulder. "Oh whatever. I was bored and you seemed like you missed him. Bite me, Jones." Lucifer chuckles and FP looks like he has no idea what's going on. "So come on. Whose life needs ruining?"

Jughead stares at you before shaking his head in amusement. "You're a little too excited to be ruining someone."

"I am my father's daughter."

Jughead stares at you, as if trying to conclude whether you're being genuine or not, and then has a silent conversation with his dad. Eventually FP sighs, cradling his head in his hands as Jughead looks back to you. "I messed up bad, Y/N. When my dad first got put into jail, someone suggested I visit this lawyer- who is also a Serpent- so that she'll guide me on how to get my dad released."

"And the snake double crossed you. Shocking," your dad chuckles.

"Shut up." Lucifer continues to chuckle, mime zipping his lips shut. You look back to your friend. "Go on."

"She gave me advice as a favor and said I'd owe her one someday in the future. I didn't think it through."

"The snake charmer is notorious for collecting favors and blackmailing you into continuing owing her favors," FP says. "She's turning the Serpents into drug runners and using video of my son delivering a crate of drugs as leverage so we don't tell her no."

Lucifer tuts. "That just won't do. Last I recalled, the Serpents were against drug dealing."

"We are," FP says, "but we can't deny her since she has that damn video. It'll be his word against hers."

Expression tightening, you glance between the two Serpents. "Give me a name."

"Penny Peabody."

Immediately you and your dad glance at one another, and you're the first to shout, "Dibs!" At his pout, you grin victoriously. "It's been awhile since I've seen any action. I'll call auntie Maze to collect the guest of honor."

You and Jughead are sitting at Pop's, waiting for your order to be brought out. It's your usual weekend hangout session, as well as a mini celebration for getting the Snake Charmer out of Serpent territory. FP had been a little hesitant around you and your father, but the more he watched you and his son, and you and your dad, he came to the realization that neither he or Jughead would be in harm's way. No one would be less they actually crossed the devil himself, so you were a bit surprised when FP had actually hugged you when you told him Penny would no longer be an issue. Afterwards, he was eager to talk to your dad and figure out a way to get the Southside cleaned up and fix the Serpents' reputation.

Seeing Jug's beanie laying on the table, you grin as you swipe it and quickly put it atop your head. "What do you say, Jones, wanna switch crowns for a day?"

He chuckles as he shakes his head. "I don't think I can pull off your crown." Your nose wrinkles at him as you laugh. "And speaking of crowns, are you going to tell anyone else anytime soon?"

You shrug. "I only talk to you and your dad, and at that your dad already knew about my dad."

"I didn't know anything about you or your dad and you told me."

"You were my friend before you found out about me being Hell royalty. I don't want to just tell anyone and then have them kissing up because of things I could possibly do for them."

Jughead nods in understanding. "I take it, it's happened before."

You touch the tip of your nose. "Bingo, JJ. Demons of Hell are shady assholes. But don't worry, if I befriend more Serpents they'll find out when the time is right."

"Well I think you're going to get your chance now because here come some friends of mine."

"What?"

"Whoa, Jughead, is that you? You've certainly changed from the last time I saw you earlier."

You smile sheepishly as three Serpents come up to your table, the one who spoke sitting next to Jughead while the tall one climbs in between you and the window, and the female sits on your free side. You pull off Jug's beanie and hand it back to him just in time for your food to be delivered. Immediately, Jughead steals the cherry from your milkshake and you take a sip of his soda. Once that's done, you squirt ketchup on your plates before you take a bite of your burgers.

"Well that was freakishly adorable." You glance at the pink haired cutie next to you and she grins. "Toni Topaz."

"Y/N Y/L/N. Well Y/N Morningstar now. I don't have to hide who I am anymore."

"Nice." She then points to the guy beside Jughead. "That's Fangs and the one on your other side is Sweet Pea." You nod at each boy in greeting, bite down on a few fries and steal from Jughead's plate every time he dips a fry into your milkshake. "So how did you and our snake prince become so close?"

Toni steals a fry from your plate and you grin at her. "First of all, I really hope you're not insinuating anything there. Don't get me wrong, Jughead's a cutie but I'd totally seduce Papa Jones before I went after baby Jones."

Jughead groans in disgust, Fangs and Sweet Pea snort, and Toni laughs out loud. "I like you."

"Maybe the sentiment will be returned soon," you say. "And to honestly answer your question, Jug came to my rescue when a few jerks decided I was an easy target at Riverdale High."

Sweet Pea scoffs. "Ugh. How do you put up with those mangy mutts?" It's his turn to steal from your plate, but you merely raise an eyebrow at his audacity before you glance at Jughead as he smothers a laugh.

"By avoiding them at all cost," you say. "Is food stealing a thing with you guys or..?"

"If you're really hungry, I'd hold onto that burger of yours. Fangs is notorious for stealing any and all food left unattended." Toni chuckles as you pull your plate towards you, but that only makes it easier for her and Sweet Pea to continue eating off your plate.

"You're all heathens," you deadpan. "At least Jughead waited a few days before he started eating off my plate."

The Serpents chuckle all around you and you find yourself relaxing in your seat. You knew the Southside Serpents had a bad reputation, but the more time you spent with them the more you realize just how wrong everyone is. The Serpents are some of the most loyal, drama free individuals you'd met and they're only riled up when someone attacks one of their own. And that- that you can respect.

During your lunch break, you're sitting alone and texting back and forth with Toni. Apparently word has gotten out that the Mayor is looking to shut down Southside High because it's unsafe for children, and the plan is to divide every Southside High student between several other high schools. Needless to say, every Southsider is pissed.

You send a text to your dad, asking if he knew what was going on, and he assures you he and Mr. Jones are looking into it.

Your can of Cola gets snatched up and you snap to attention, ready to argue back for your drink. But the sight of a grinning Jughead sitting across from you makes you relax and Sweet Pea straddling the bench right next to you makes you shake your head at them. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Southside High is in chaos," Jughead says. He takes a sip of your soda before setting it back next to your books. "We were at the Wyrm when your dad asked us to collect you."

"Toni's been filling me in," you admit. "Does anyone know if the Mayor is for sure going through with this plan of hers?"

"It's such bullshit," Sweet Pea grumbles. "Yeah the school is shit ever since the Ghoulies started pushing Jingle Jangle on everyone, but it's ours."

"Don't worry, Sweets. Dad's on it. He'll figure something out."

He huffs. "Against Mayor McCoy? Doubt it."

You and Jughead share a knowing glance, and you bite back a grin. "My dad can be very.. persuasive."

"And scary," Jughead mumbles.

"Yes, let's not forget scary," you muse.

"What the hell is this?" The stern question is barked from somewhere behind you and you turn towards the voice. "Cooper dropped your sorry ass and now you're trying to lure in Y/N, Jones? I don't think so, you goddamn snake."

You roll your eyes at Reggie and his friends, and at the fact that the others sitting outside are now staring.

"Watch your mouth, you mangy mutt." Sweet Pea moves to stand, but you place a hand on his knee in order to silently tell him to stay put. He doesn't glance at you, but he does remain sitting.

Instead, you stand and step away from the bench in Reggie's direction. "What's your problem, Mantle? I know for a fact you don't care about me, so what is it about the Southsiders that has you so insecure?"

Reggie seems surprised that you've spoken back and it takes him a moment to school his expression back into one of anger. "Who the hell says I'm insecure?"

"Come on, Reggie," you grin. "You obviously have a hate boner going on for them." Jughead and Sweet Pea snort, and Reggie glares at them over your head. "So what is it? Is it because they're cooler than you? That they're so much more hotter than you and you know for a fact us Northside girls would willingly get on the back of their bikes than in the car mommy and daddy bought for you?"

Reggie sneers down at you. "Of course you'd be a Southside slut."

Jughead and Sweet Pea shout in your defense, rushing to their feet as you blink in surprise at the venom in his tone. But then anger quickly takes over and no one sees as your hand forms a fist at your side. When Reggie smirks at your silence, quick as lightning you change your stance so you can send your fist flying into his throat.

As Reggie stumbles back and gasps for air, Sweet Pea grabs you by the arm and then you're running. Sweet Pea and Jughead are laughing as they run for their bikes and you readily climb on behind Sweet Pea since he still had a hold of you. Two engines rumble to life simultaneously and you wrap your arms around Sweet Pea's waist, ducking your face behind his back so the wind doesn't sting your eyes.

When the three of you finally come to a stop, you're not in the Southside yet but you are well away from Riverdale High. The engines cut off and you finally pick up your head, and it's quiet for a few moments before Jughead starts to laugh once more.

"You actually punched Reggie in the throat." He shakes his head in amusement at you. "I did not think you were capable of ever hitting someone."

Sweet Pea chuckles. "You do know you left behind all your belongings. It's gonna be trashed by the time you go back for it."

You shrug. "The only thing worth saving was my phone and it's in my back pocket. A backpack can be replaced, and besides I think it's time Riverdale High and I take a break from one another."

Jughead and Sweet Pea's amusement slowly fades. "Wait. What?" Jughead asks. "You're dropping out?"

"No." You huff a laugh. "Transferring."

"Transferring to where?"

"Southside, you dimwits." You squeeze Sweet Pea when he scoffs at you calling him a name, letting him know you didn't actually think he was a dimwit. "I'm so over the drama of Riverdale High. I need a change. And if I want to go to Southside to be with my favorite people, do you really think my dad will let the school be closed down?"

"You really have that much faith in your old man, huh?" Sweet Pea asks.

"I do. And you should too." Jughead glances at you when you say that and you subtly shake your head at him. Soon, you mouth at him. "Now come on. Let's go see what my dad wants. I feel like going out tonight so I need to finish whatever task he has for me and make sure Toni is free."

The small gang of friends find themselves at Pop's diner once again, you being squished between Sweet Pea and Toni while Jughead and Fangs sit across from you. You and Toni share a plate of cheese fries, half of your burger having been stolen by Fangs and you steal sips of Cola from both Jughead and Sweet Pea since Sweets had finished your milkshake. When eating with them, you quickly learned extra food had to be ordered because once a plate was set down it was basically a free for all.

You're laughing at Fangs' affronted expression, from when he tried stealing cheese fries from you and Toni and you both had slapped his hand, when the bell above the door jingles. Your gaze is drawn to the group that enters, your mood souring just a tad when Archie, Betty, and Veronica enter. They glance around the diner for a booth and upon setting sights on your group, Archie chooses a booth not far from yours.

Toni nudges you to show you a message on her phone, lightening up the mood right away. But every now and then your attention is brought back to the Riverdale High group, and you can't help but notice the longing looks Betty keeps throwing at Jughead. And the fact that Jughead keeps glancing over his shoulder until he finally gets up, Betty following him seconds later to join him at a different booth.

"Did I miss something?" You ask when your friend is out of earshot.

Toni huffs. "They're doing that whole on again, off again thing. It's tiring," she says.

You frown as Jughead and Betty start talking, heads ducked close to one another, but then quickly avert your attention back to those sitting with you. You don't really have anything against Betty, but that girl attracts drama like crazy and you would rather not see her drag Jughead into it again.

The four of you left in the booth amuse yourselves while finishing off the remainder of your food, and you make sure that all your plates are stacked with the trash compiled on top so the busboy has little to no cleanup after you leave. But while you're still sitting there and waiting to see what Jughead is going to do, you can't help but overhear Veronica's obnoxious voice filling in her boyfriend Archie about all the great changes supposedly coming to Riverdale soon.

"I mean it's no longer a secret mommy and daddy are buying up property, Archiekins, but can you blame them?" Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs all tense, Fangs trying his hardest not to look in their direction. "The Northside is flourishing under their management and soon the Southside will too. We just have a few more hoops to jump through before we can start tearing down and rebuilding."

Having heard enough, you tap Sweet Pea's arm. "Move." Fangs widens his eyes at you and Toni giggles, she loving your more aggressive behavior. Sweet Pea stares at you for a moment before he grins, sliding out of his seat so you can follow right after him. Then taking a few steps towards Veronica and Archie's both, you stop and address the entitled teen. "Consider those hoops everlasting," you say. "Lodge Industries will no longer be buying up any property in Riverdale."

Veronica scoffs, smirking a second later. "And who the hell do you think you are to have any say so in my family's dealings?"

This time you smirk and you mentally cheer when you see her own falter. "Tell daddy dearest the Morningstars say hello. Lucifer will be in touch soon." You reach forward as Veronica's expression completely falls, stealing the cherry from her milkshake and catching the red, plump flesh behind your teeth and plucking the stem free. Letting the stem drop onto the table, you glance over your shoulder and gesture for your friends to follow. They do, chuckling all the while you walk towards the door. But before you walk out, you look over at Jughead and catch his attention. "Hey, JJ, we're heading out. Call me if you need a ride."

"Oh, uh, I'll come with." Betty quickly glances at him and for a split second you feel bad for her. "We're done here anyway." He slides out of the booth, ignoring Betty's frown as he makes his way towards you and his fellow Serpents.

Sweet Pea jostles Jughead, the two boys shoving each other lightly and laughing as the five of your exit. Everyone piles into your small SUV and it's not until Toni is comfortably seated in the passenger seat does she ask, "How serious were you with that threat back there? Can your dad really stop Lodge Industries?"

You slowly start to grin as you back out of your parking space. "Hiram Lodge is one of my dad's clients," you admit. "They have a.. contract of sorts, and Mr. Lodge is rich because of that. But my dad is starting to cut ties with some old clients of his and I'm pretty sure the Lodge's time up on that little pedestal of theirs is coming to an end."

"Sweet," Sweet Pea says from the back seat. "Hey, if your dad buys the school do you think you can ask him to put doors back on the bathroom stalls?"

You and Toni both snort, and you nod your head. "Sure, Sweets. I'll see what I can do."

          - - - - - - - - - - 

At the Whyte Wyrm, Sweet Pea and Fangs make a beeline for the pool table. Toni heads for the bar, her shift about twenty minutes from starting, and Jughead gets pulled into a conversation by some elder Serpents. Glancing around the bar, you don't see either man you want to speak with so you head for the hallway near the back wall where you know it leads to an office. A couple Serpents guarding the hall nod at you and let you pass without a word.

When you come upon the shut door to FP's office, you knock a couple of times and wait for confirmation to enter. A moment passes before his gruff voice is calling out that exact confirmation.

Opening the door, you walk right in and aren't surprised to see your dad in there as well. You smirk, happy to know he found a mortal he felt comfortable enough to share his identity with and that said mortal didn't go running for the hills. "FP. Dad," you greet. "Just the men I was looking for."

FP leans back in his chair as you take a seat across from him. "What can I do for you, Y/N?"

"Well first, I need to know your opinion about Sweet Pea, Toni, and Fangs." You then turn to look at your dad. "And depending on FP's answer, I need to know-"

"Your first orgy," your dad coos. "I approve. Especially the tall one. He'd make an excellent consort."

"I'm sorry, what?" FP glances between you and your dad, disbelief in his features.

You sigh, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. "Dad, no. Just no," you say. When your eyes flutter back open, you say, "What did I tell you about speaking of orgies so freely in front of mortals? It's weird. Especially since you're my dad. You're not supposed to approve of these things."

"Well fine. Have it your way." Lucifer leans back in his seat, resting his right ankle atop his left knee and taking a sip of his drink. "Probably for the best anyway. Naamah will be upset if you deny her the chance to plan your first orgy."

"Oh my god."

FP finally laughs, shaking his head as if he can't believe what he's hearing. Your dad pouts and you give your attention to FP once more. "The baby snakes are a loyal bunch," he says. "I've had some older Serpents question you and your father's presence here within the Wyrm, but Jug and the others were quick to defend you. Why do you ask?"

Here you look back to your dad. "I want to come clean to them. Jughead knows about me and it's getting tough to censor what I say in front of the others when we all hang out."

Lucifer salutes you with his glass tumbler. "You're the Queen of Hell, darling. You can tell whoever you want."

"Good to know." You push up from your chair, smiling at both men. "Oh and I want Southside High. Veronica Lodge and her family are trying to tear the Southside down and rebuild, but I feel like throwing a wrench into their plans."

Lucifer raises an eyebrow at you. "And how do you suggest going about that?"

"By befriending Mayor McCoy, of course." FP snorts, but you continue on as if you didn't hear him. "She seems like a decent lady when the Lodge's aren't blackmailing her into doing their bidding. Give her a little taste of power, no strings attached and without letting her know your true identity, and show her you're an ally. I have a feeling she'll drop the Lodge's in a heartbeat."

FP grins, shaking his head. "You really are your father's daughter."

You glance at him and smirk. "Duh. Now carry on. I'm going to be with Toni behind the bar."

          - - - - - - - - - - 

The Whyte Wyrm is as busy as always and you happily find your place behind the bar with Toni. She serves up the drinks as you walk around, cleaning glasses and/or wiping down the bar top. Every now and then you catch your dad or FP's eye, and they signal for a round of drinks that Toni readily makes before walking a tray over to them. You then watch your boys from afar, laughing when Jughead catches your eye and purposefully makes Sweet Pea miss his shot while playing pool. Sweet Pea is apparently a very sore loser, but you can't help to think that he makes a really cute sore loser.

When Toni returns and sees where you're looking, she sidles up to your side while cleaning a glass in her hand. "So, uh, I think I should apologize."

You look at her. "For what?"

"Earlier at Pop's, when I told you Jughead and the Cooper girl were on again/off again, you looked like someone kicked your puppy for a moment there."

"Did I?" You chuckle, shrugging her words off. "It's fine. Jughead has become a really good friend to me and I'm not exactly Betty's biggest fan. They say southsiders are nothing but trouble, but those northsiders have caused a lot more trouble than any of you have. I don't want to see him be dragged into their messes again."

"Oh," she drawls. "Okay. I just thought that you were upset because she and Jughead were together again and you had missed your shot or something."

"No." You laugh. "And besides, I kind of have my eye on another Serpent, but I don't think he likes me that way."

Toni rolls her eyes. "I don't think FP is into jailbait. Sorry."

You snort, shaking your head in amusement. "A girl can dream."

Over the next couple of weeks, you get well acquainted with the power struggle between the Ghoulies and the Southside Serpents within the high school. The school is practically run down, there's no privacy within the graffitied walls of the bathrooms, and a little less than half the student population have no issue taking drugs out in the open while standing in the hallways. Not a single one of your favorite Serpents lets you out of their sight, and though you don't need their protection you welcome it. And their loyalty towards you is what leads you to take that final step in finally telling your other three friends the truth.

Walking up to the Jones' trailer, you stomp up the steps and pound on the door. A few seconds later the door opens and FP raises his eyebrows at you as he's pulling on a leather jacket.

"Y/N?"

"Hey, FP. Is JJ home?"

"Yeah. Come in." He opens the door wider and you step in, heading for the couch. "Is everything okay?"

"Peachy." You grin. You plop down in the corner of a couch, crossing one knee over the other. "I just finally decided to tell the others the truth and I wanted to see if Jughead would be there for me in case things go south."

A look of understanding passes over FP's features and he smiles kindly at you when he notices your bit of nerves. "It'll go fine. If Jug and I didn't run, neither will these three little shits." You grin at him. "Now I should get going. Will your dad and I be seeing you later?"

"Depends on how well my little bombshell is taken."

"Alright." FP heads towards the kitchen, calling down the only hallway in his trailer. "Hey Jug, Y/N is here so put some clothes on before you come out."

FP smiles at you one last time before he exits his trailer and it's not until his bike's engine outside roars to life does Jughead exit his bedroom from the back. "What's going on?"

"It's time to tell the other baby snakes about my heritage."

He blinks. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." You nod, momentarily second guessing yourself. "Yeah," you then say more confidently. "I think the longer I wait now, the higher the chance of them being pissed at the fact that I kept something like this from them."

"Okay. Where are we doing this?"

"Quarry?" You wonder. "We need privacy, but not too private that they feel trapped should they not take the news well."

Jughead exhales quietly. "Quarry it is. My bike or your car?"

"Your bike. Text Toni and the guys. I just need to grab my bag from my car."

Jughead is pulling on his jacket as he gestures for you to join him by the door, then pulling on his infamous crown beanie before pulling out his phone to text the others. He heads to his bike while you head for your car, opening the passenger door and pulling out your messenger bag. Draping the bag strap over your head and across your chest, you close the door and lock up before pocketing the keys.

When you sidle up to Jughead, he hands you his only helmet and you readily pull it on before climbing on behind him. He's not normally a crazy driver, so you loosely wrap your arms around his waist and enjoy the short ride to the quarry.

You and Jughead are the first to arrive, walking towards a spot that seems to have frequent visitors. Seats torn out from vehicles and a few crates form a half circle around an unlit barrel just off to the side of the water, and Jughead wastes no time in lighting up the barrel since it's a little chilly out.

Placing your bag on one of the seats, you walk towards the fire and hold your hands over it to warm up. Then about five minutes later, the rest of your friends show up.

"What's going on?" Sweet Pea asks as his gaze darts between you and Jug. As he sees you warming up, he stops by your side and wraps an arm around your shoulders to offer some of his warmth. Toni and Fangs stand on the other side of the barrel, warming themselves up briefly before taking a seat.

"I, uh, I have something I need to tell you guys. It's going to sound incredibly insane, but I need you to trust me when I say I am no threat to you." Sweet Pea frowns down at you and he only takes a seat when you nudge him towards the others. Jughead grabs your bag and hands it to you, and you smile faintly in thanks. Then opening the flap, you remove your crown and let your bag fall before hesitantly putting the crown on. Clearing your throat, you say, "When you guys first saw me, I was wearing this."

Fangs grins. "We thought you were just another spoiled little daddy's girl."

You grin back. "I mean I am," you shrug, "but the crown actually means something."

"Are you trying to tell us you're royalty or something?" Toni chuckles. At your neutral expression, her smile falters. "Y/N?"

You inhale shakily, glancing at Jughead who gives you an encouraging nod. "Whenever people meet my dad, I'm well aware that they think his given name is rather unfortunate." Sweet Pea snorts, grinning. A couple older Serpents at the Wyrm made it no secret when making fun of your dad's name. "But what if I told you that my dad really is the Lucifer Morningstar?" Your serious, yet nervous, expression makes the other three go still. "That I'm literally the daughter of the devil?"

The only sounds you can hear are the chirping crickets and crackling fire until, "You really buying this, man?" Sweet Pea scoffs. You briefly glance at him to see he's staring at Jughead who's still by your side.

Jughead nods, his arms crossed over his chest. "I am. My dad knew something was up with Lucifer before they outright told us the truth. He's known for years, but Lucifer wasn't a threat to him then or now so he didn't make a fuss about it."

Sweet Pea frowns. He doesn't look scared or pissed, but he doesn't look impressed either. "Why are you telling us this now?"

"That first night, my dad let FP and Jughead in on our secret because he saw how I trusted Jug and wasn't planning to leave Riverdale anytime soon. We trusted the Jones' and they now trust us. The circle of people in the know was meant to stay as small as possible, but then you three," you pause, huffing and smiling sadly as you meet each of their gazes, "wormed your way under my skin and I knew I couldn't keep a secret this big from you anymore."

"So your dad really is the devil?" Fangs asks. His gaze is set on the flames just barely dancing over the rim of the barrel, an expression on his face you can't quite decipher.

Sighing, you let your left hand wave back and forth over the flames. "My dad really is Lucifer Morningstar." You hold your hand still then, the flames engulfing your hand. Someone gasps, but you don't look up until you say, "And I'm the Queen of Hell."

"Oh fuck."

Fangs immediately shoots up, stumbling behind his seat. Sweet Pea's expression has completely shut down and Toni stares with wide eyes. Without having to look in a mirror, you already know your eyes have gone pure white and the picture you paint with the crown atop your head can look quite daunting.

"I'm still me- the same girl you've been hanging out with for a while now." You swallow down the hurt you feel at their speechlessness. "But.. I will understand if this is too much. All I ask is that this little revelation doesn't leave the circle." Still your friends say nothing and fight against the burn behind your eyes. "I'm sorry."

As quickly as you can, you bend over to pick up your bag. Shouldering the strap, you turn to walk away when Jughead calls out. "Y/N.."

"It's fine," you say and cast him a small smile. "I'll pick up my car later. I'm going home."

"Let me give you a ride home at least."

You shake your head. "I'll manage." And with that, you turn and walk away, letting a swirl of flames whisk you away.

Maybe you should have waited, dropping hints here and there to ease them in. But as you appear in your room, you drop onto your bed and let the sadness swallow you whole. What's done is done. All you can do is hope for the best now.

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Sharing Is Caring

Request: Yes or No

Summary: (Y/N) Keller never believed in true love. He did hookups but nothing serious. It broke Betty's heart since she had fallen for him the moment she met him. Her hurt and jealousy intensifies when Veronica Lodge joins the picture but Veronica has the perfect idea.

~

Betty turned the page of the book, feeling the edge of the paper as she read the lines. Her line of thought was disrupted as someone put their book down infront of her. She looked up, seeing light green eyes and slicked-back hair. She smiled gently.

"Kev.." She greeted softly. Kevin grinned in return, sitting across from her.

“You won’t believe who asked me out on a date!” Kevin took off his bag, placing it on the table. Betty giggled at his excitement, feeling happy for her friend.

“Remember Joaquin?” Betty nodded. “Well, he said that he’s free later tonight and asked if I was up for a date at Pop’s and added that I could bring a friend and their partner as like a double date type of thing. So... I was wondering if-”

“Kev, I don’t have a boyfriend.” Betty reminded. Kevin pouted, nodding.

“I know, Betty, but you can always come with a friend. Maybe Archie?”

“I don’t think Valerie would like that.”

“Jughead?”

“Jug doesn’t do ‘dates’.” Betty closed her book, sliding it into her bag. “Why don’t you ask Arch? He’ll happily help.” 

“Yeah but I want my bestie to be there.” Kevin placed his head on his fist, eyes distant as he tried to come up with something. Betty watched his eyes light up and a grin spread across his face. She frowned. That grin brought nothing but trouble.

“Hey, (N/N)!” Kevin called out. Betty straightened her back and quickly smoothed out her pink sweater. Kevin chuckled quietly, watching his friend silently freak out.

“What’s up, Kev?” (Y/N) asked, hand gripping his backpack strap. The hood of his jacket was up, making his face pop out more. His lips were stretched out into a smile, showing off his pearly whites. 

“I’m going on a double date and Betty here needs someone to go with her. I was wondering if you could tag along? Unless you have practice?” Kevin stared up at his brother with puppy eyes. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

“Kev-”

“Please?” With a defeated sigh, (Y/N) nodded.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go on this.. double date with you. I’ll finish practice early, alright?” (Y/N) ruffled up his brother’s hair, glancing at Veronica as she sat down. 

“Sorry, I’m late! Mrs. Jefferson held me back.” She explained, giving them all smiles. Her eyes landed on (Y/N) and her smile grew wider. She stuck her hand out.

“Veronica Lodge, pleasure meeting you, handsome.” She purred. Betty dug her nails into her palm, watching them shake hands.

“(Y/N) Keller.”

“Kevin’s brother? I’ve heard so much about you!” Veronica tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear. 

“All good things I hope..” (Y/N) glanced at his brother with a cocked brow. Veronica giggled, nodding.

“He brags about you a lot. I see why now.” She said, finger toying with her pearl necklace. Betty licked her lips, heartbeat picking up. Of course, Veronica just had to come along and insert herself. Kevin cleared his throat.

“As much as I’d like to see where this goes, I’m afraid my brother has things he needs to do,” Kevin said. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, saluting them as he walked away.

“He’s a walking snack. The genes in your family are crazy.” Veronica said, watching him. Kevin chuckled, nodding.

“We get that a lot. But in other news, (Y/N) does not care about love. He wants to focus on his grades and ice skating. He does hookups but absolutely nothing serious. He’s a notorious heartbreaker, even though he doesn’t mean it.” Kevin told her, glancing at Betty. Veronica hummed, picking up the green apple.

“There’s nothing a Lodge can’t fix.” She smiled, biting into the apple. Kevin swallowed.

“Uh, another thing is... Betty has had the biggest crush on him.” 

“Oh..” Veronica chewed on the apple piece in her mouth, nodding slowly. Betty shifted her gaze onto the table.

“It’s not a big deal or anything... If you like him, you should go for it. I won’t stop you.” Betty mumbled. Veronica reached over, hand grabbing her wrist gently.

“I’m not gonna fight with my new bestie over a guy! We can... Share. After all, sharing is caring.” 

“You guys do know I’m still here, right?” Kevin questioned playfully. Betty gave a small smile. 

~

“And where are you going, young lady?” Alice questioned, arms crossed as she watched her daughter get ready. Betty glanced at her as she tied her hair back.

"I'm going to Pop's with Kev."

"Just Kevin?"

"And his brother." Betty stared at her reflection, fixing her off-shoulder navy blue sweater and jean skirt. Alice raised an eyebrow.

"(Y/N)? Hmph." She tapped her finger against her arm. Betty looked at her mom.

"What?" She asked softly.

"Nothing, Betty, I just think it'd be better if it was you and Kevin alone-"

"Kevin's boyfriend's gonna be there and he didn't want me to feel like the thirdwheel so he invited his brother. Plus, mom, you know (Y/N) is more focused on skating and school." Betty said, pulling two strands out of the ponytail to complete the look. Alice sighed, nodding.

"But I want you home by 11. Sharp." Betty nodded, watching her mom walk away. Betty put on some gloss before grabbing her bag and flats. She put the flats on and headed downstairs. Betty opened the door, closing it behind her once she stepped outside. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

"Betty!" She opened her eyes, looking at the boys. She smiled, getting off her porch and approaching the car. (Y/N) was driving, considering it was his precious car, while Kevin was in the passenger seat.

"Hey, Cooper." Joaquin greeted.

"Hey, Joaquin." Betty gave him a smile.

"Oh, wow, I think this is the first double date I've ever gone on with my brother." Kevin said.

"And it's gonna be the last." (Y/N) replied playfully, smiling at his brother. Betty giggled, glancing out the window. Her eyes slowly moved from the passing trees to (Y/N). He kept his gaze on the road as Kevin quietly hummed along to the music. Joaquin gazed lovingly at Kevin making Betty smile. They were total opposites yet the perfect couple. Betty thought about her and (Y/N). He was the nice, sporty guy while she was the sweet cheerleader. A typical couple but everyone loved it. Betty blinked as the car stopped and everyone began to get out. She got out of the (F/C) car, watching as Kevin and Joaquin held hands when they entered Pop's.

"How are we gonna compete against that?" (Y/N) joked, locking the car. Betty smiled.

"I don't think anyone can beat them." She replied, walking with him. Pop's was a bit empty, a few couples and random people sitting around, some working while others chatted. Betty slid into the booth Kevin and Joaquin were in, (Y/N) following. Betty stayed mostly silent, listening to Kevin tell funny stories. All throughout, (Y/N) would chime in while Joaquin just watched Kevin, pecking his cheek and causing the bubbly boy to swoon. Betty flushed when (Y/N) propped his arm around her casually but she told herself that it wasn't romantic. (Y/N) was just comfortable around her.

"So, how long have you two been together?" Joaquin asked. Betty felt her ears heating up.

"We're not a couple." She said with a shy smile.

"We're friends." (Y/N) removed his arm from around her, leaning forward and drinking from his milkshake.

"Oh, well, you two would make a cute couple." Joaquin said. Betty shrugged.

"(Y/N) is keen on not finding love until high school's over." Betty said. Joaquin cocked a brow.

"You only experience-"

"High school once.. Yeah I know. Everybody tells me that. I mean, I have my whole life to find love, why start now?"

"Why not? At this rate, you'll join the Olympics and that'll take up all your time." Joaquin wrapped an arm around Kevin.

"I don't mind. I'll probably leave this town after high school... Go off and compete professionally... Probably find a girl and marry her-"

"Have kids and come back to this tiny town to live off the rest of your years." Joaquin finished for him.

"Happens to the best of us." (Y/N) shrugged.

"What about you, Betty?" The blonde played with the sleeve of her sweater.

"I'll probably stay here.. Take up a job as a reporter or teacher." Betty replied, swirling her straw around the glass, watching the milkshake mix together.

"I always saw you as a housewife." Joaquin said.

"Everyone seems to think that." Betty watched as Kevin and Joaquin paid the bill before getting up. They left the diner, going over to (Y/N)'s car. Kevin and Joaquin got in the back, making Betty sit in the front.

"Keep your pants on until I drop you off, alright?" (Y/N) huffed at the couple making out. Betty laughed softly, staring out the window as (Y/N) turned up the music. He dropped Kevin and Joaquin off at the trailer park.

"What time do you have to be home?"

"11."

"It's only 9, mind if I stop by the rink?" (Y/N) asked. Betty shook her head.

"Course not." She smiled. (Y/N) hummed, driving to the ice rink. He parked the car, getting his skates and entering the cold building. Betty followed him, looking around the empty building, apart from the man renting out the skates. (Y/N) changed his shoes into the skates, getting on the ice and skating around. Betty watched him, noting how graceful and concentrated he was. She had seen him compete a few times before. He was definitely going places. Betty stood, going over to the shoe area and renting a pair. She slid them on and wobbled onto the rink.

"Ever skated before?" (Y/N) asked. Betty shook her head, stepping onto the ice. She grabbed onto his shoulders and tried balancing herself.

"The key is not to freak out." He cooed, hands grabbing her waist. Betty smiled nervously, gripping his jacket as she stood straight. (Y/N) slowly skated backwards, pulling Betty along.

"I've rollerskated before but never skated on ice." Betty said, moving her hands from his shoulders to his arms.

"Then you'll learn quickly." He assured, grabbing her hand and slowly skating. Betty eventually relaxed and let go of his hand, skating by herself. Nothing impressive but at least she hadn't fallen yet. (Y/N) smiled, reaching out and grabbing her hand.

"It's relaxing.. Keeps your mind off things." (Y/N) said, tilting his head up and sighing. Betty held both of his hands, the cold and fear of falling long gone.

"Yeah.." (Y/N) looked down at her. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up. Betty laughed softly, placing her hands on his shoulders. She let out a soft sigh as he placed her back on the ice.

"I see why you like it so much." She said, slowly realizing how close they were.

"Alright, lovebirds! We're closing." (Y/N) chuckled, looking at the man.

"Alright, Tom, we'll be out of your hair soon!" (Y/N) called back. He led them to the exit and got out. They changed out of the skates, Betty returning the ones she rented. They left the building, heading back to the car and getting in. The drive was silent but peaceful.

"Right on time." (Y/N) smiled, watching the time turn to 11:00 PM. Betty chuckled, getting out of the car.

"I'll see you on Monday, (N/N)." She said.

"Mhm, see you later, Bets." He replied. Betty closed the door, heading up to her porch and unlocking the door as she heard the car drive off.

"How was it?" Alice asked, approaching her as she cleaned her hands with a rag.

"It-"

"Jesus, Betty, you're freezing!" Alice said, touching her daughters face.

"We went to the ice rink, mom." Betty chuckled, taking her hands off. Alice sighed, watching her head upstairs. Betty entered her room and collapsed on the bed. So close. She heard a buzz and picked up her phone, looking at the screen.

"Heard about the date! How was it? Remember I only want to share, not compete! Xoxo"

Betty sighed, wondering how to respond to Veronica.

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Why Pt 2 - Sweet Pea

// Part One // Highly requested: see tags below to know by who//

//Tags: @southsidearchive​  @wayward-river​ @reblogserpent​ @t-a-i-l-o-r-m-a-d-e​ @nicole13letson​ // Warnings: Mild language, angst, underage drinking //

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 2,211

Summary: Y/N and Sweet Pea both want to same thing, but both are hurting because of the other. Can they find common ground to build a relationship or will they let it all go?

You didn’t know how much time passed between the last time you talked to Sweet Pea, that night where he stood in your trailer and said he was wrong. In all the years you knew Sweet Pea, you had only heard him apologize to Fangs the night he got shot. Sweet Pea apologized even though it wasn’t his fault. The only difference between then and now was that this actually was his fault.

Despite what time passed, you didn’t feel better. If anything, you felt worse. It seemed like now that you two were definitely not talking, you saw him more and more. FP tried to send you two on runs together, but he managed to wiggle his way out of it. Your teachers tried to partner you together but you convinced them otherwise. If you knew Sweet Pea was going to be at a hangout, you’d suddenly feel sick and couldn’t make it.

Maybe it was extreme. Maybe it was unnecessary. But every time you saw him, you got a tight feeling in your chest. You couldn’t tell if you were sad, angry, or lonely.

He was the one to talk to you first. You were at a party outside Jughead’s trailer. You couldn’t remember what it was for. You weren’t even sure anyone told you. All you cared about was free beer.

“Y/N.” His voice came from behind you. You turned so quick you nearly spilled your drink. “Are you alright?”

“No.” You hiccuped. “You wanna know a secret?”

“You’re drunk.” He sighed in disappointment.

“Nooo.” You smiled lazily. “I’m actually ho-“ You tried sliding your free hand under his shirt, but quickly caught your wrist.

“We’re not doing this.” He shook his head.

“You didn’t mind last time.” You slurred, attempting a wink.

“Sounds like you had enough.” He said gently, pulling the cup from your fingers and putting it on a nearby table. “Let’s get you home.”

“Only if you’re staying.”

“You actually want me around?”

“No.” You giggled. “But you’re reeeeeeally good looking and I want to forget.”

Sweet Pea sighed gently, discarding his own drink so he could focus on helping you. He slid an arm around your waist as he guided you to your own trailer. He could smell the beer on your breath and had to stop every few steps to get your back on your feet. You muttered nonsense about being mad still but Sweet Pea couldn’t tell if you were ranting about him since you kept complaining about a snake that rode a giraffe, “a giraffe with snakes on its back” was your exact words.

Sweet Pea helped you into bed, removing your jacket and shoes. You managed to get out of your jeans, but absolutely refused your pajama shorts. You whined for him to stay, pursing your bottom lip and tugging on his hand. But Sweet Pea said he wasn’t going to stay, that it wouldn’t be right for him to stay while you were wasted.

You huffed in annoyance, rolling around so you wouldn’t face him anymore. You loudly complained about him abandoning you again, yelled that you still weren’t enough for him. Soon after your beer-fueled tantrum, you were asleep. You didn’t know if the daydreams were worse than the regular dreams.

In your dreams, Sweet Pea was everything you wanted or needed him to be. He was the Serpent that everyone knew him to be, but he was so much more. You had dreams of having dinner dates at Pop’s, late nights at La Bonne Nuit. You had dreams of riding your bikes to Greendale just to get out of town. And there was no way around the dirty dreams, reliving the one night of pure lust and pleasure.

But there was no future between you two, simply because you didn’t feel that Sweet Pea really wanted to be with you romantically. 

Sweet Pea knew nothing could be farther from the truth. He wanted to stay with you, to hold you in his arms as you slept. To be there when you woke up with a hangover. But he also recognized that it might not be his place to be there right now. So he called Fangs, asked him to come check in on you in a bit, and went home.

He couldn’t sleep that night, not that he was sleeping much in the 16 days since you last spoke. Sweet Pea hasn’t meant to keep track, but every day he saw you but didn’t talk to you felt like another knife in his heart. He hated that he had messed things up so bad. He hated that he had practically lost you, as a friend and as anything more.

What little sleep he could find was littered with images of you. Things as simple as your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes lit up when you knew the answer in class. Things as sweet as the smell of your perfume, the sound of your favorite song. Things he missed like your fingers running through his hair, his name leaving your lips. 

You woke up the next day with a pounding headache. You found two Advil pills and a glass of water on your bedside table. You quickly took the medicine before you pulled a hoodie on along with your shorts. You pulled the hood up and tightened the strings to keep as much sun out as you could. There was a note from Fangs, saying he hoped you had survived and that you had to thank Sweet Pea for getting you home.

You decided not to talk to Sweet Pea, simply for the fact that you didn’t want to open that door again. That door always ended up with you getting hurt. When you slept with him, when you talked to him that night. So, you nursed your hangover while you worked on your lines some more. It was hard to not reach out and at least thank him for getting you home, but you had a feeling that it would invite a conversation that you didn’t want to address at the time

A few nights later, you were with your friends down by the quarry. You were sitting by the water’s edge, your feet dangling in the cool flow. You were laughing at something stupid Toni said when Sweet Pea sat beside you. You had tried to ignore him but when he spoke, your blood ran hot.

“You’re avoiding me.” Sweet Pea said casually, leaning back on his hands. He turned head to you and offered a cheap smile.

You rolled your eyes and laughed slightly. “Oh fuck off. We’ve been avoiding each other for weeks, maybe even months. Why does it bother you now?”

Maybe being cruel was the only way to protect your already hurting heart.

“How have you been?” He ignored your comment.

“Feeling used whenever I see you.” You shrugged, giving in to the deep need to get out all of your pain. “But... And I hate to say it, still missing you. I can't see the end of this, this game we keep playing with each other. We keep doing this stupid run-around and for what?”

“I meant what I said that night, Y/N. We don’t have to play games with each other, not anymore”

“Yeah, I bet you did.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“Am I just supposed to flip the switch and act like you’re the love of my life?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Do you honestly think that I haven’t thought about you?” You asked, your eyes squinted in accusation. “Do you honestly think that I could go on like nothing is wrong? I have been thinking and thinking and trying to figure out what I want us to be.”

“What have you been thinking about?”

“I just wanna feel your kiss against my lips and now all this time is passing by, but I still can't seem to tell you why it hurts me every time I see you. I can’t even sleep without the thought of you haunting me.”

“I never should’ve-”

“Apologies aren’t going to change what happened, Sweet Pea.” You sighed. “I get it. You know that what you did wasn’t fair. I appreciate that you’re trying to make things right but I honestly don’t care for your apology.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“Y/N, please.”

“You don't care, you never did!” You said firmly, aggressively pointing to the ground to make a point. “You don't give a damn about me.”

“How is it you never notice that you are slowly killing me?” Sweet Pea snapped, gesturing dramatically to the side with both arms. “Every day that you walk around and ignore me is hell. I know that I fucked up, but goddammit Y/N, how is doing the same thing going to help either of us? I fucking love you and you act like you don’t even know me.”

“Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” You laughed.

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N.” He gave up. Sweet Pea knew he wasn’t helping the situation by egging you on, throwing gas on your fire. So, he stopped fighting. “If you honestly want me to leave you alone, I won’t bring it up again and we’ll go back to pretending neither of us give a shit about each other.”

“I hate you.” You said sadly, shaking your head in denial. You didn’t want to feel the way you did. You didn’t want to hate him, but you had thought if you had said it, you’d mean it.

“You don't mean that.” He said quickly. “Please, tell me you don’t mean that.”

“Sweet Pea, what do you really expect me to say?”

“I love you.” He shrugged. “And I hate that I love you. I hate it because it scares the shit out of me. I didn’t feel like this with Josie so when it came to you, it was all new to me.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” You asked tiredly. “I ignored you, and maybe that wasn’t fair, but I was reciprocating your energy. You were avoiding me so I didn’t reach out cause I didn’t fucking feel wanted.”

“Last time I tried to talk to you and I told you how I felt,  you kicked me out.” He countered. “How’s that for unwanted?”

“We don’t work, Sweet Pea.” You sighed. “You and I… Maybe there just shouldn’t be a you and I.”

“We can make it work.” He tried to convince you. The near pleading tone he had almost made you give in, almost had you convinced that you two could have a chance. “If we both want it, we’ll figure it out.”

“We’ve done nothing but argue since we started talking to each other.” You sighed tiredly. “It’s exhausting.”

“People fight.” He tried to reason.

“Not like this.” You shook your head sadly. “I’m sorry. I just don’t see an outcome where we don’t grow to resent each other.”

“Everything okay over here?” Fangs asked carefully, coming up to the two of you from the water.

“Everything’s great.” You offered a wide, fake smile before jumping to your feet. “I just remembered I have to get home. I think Kevin wanted to Facetime to run some lines together.”

“Y/N, hold on.” Sweet Pea tried. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. “Let’s just go back to avoiding each other, yeah? That’s how we work best.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“It’s not fair?” You asked, shrugging slightly. “Tell me about it. Hey Fangs.”

“Please don’t put me in the middle.” He sighed.

“Don’t do this.” Sweet Pea said at the same time.

“Is it fair to sleep with someone, ignore them for weeks, and then come to their house in the middle of the night to apologize and say that they wanted you the whole time but didn’t know how to cope with their own feelings?”

“You two hooked up?” Toni asked, now beside Fangs to watch your resparked argument with Sweet Pea.

“Is it fair to kick that person out and then drunkenly ask them to spend the night because they wanted to ‘forget’? And then the next time they try to talk to you, you tell them you want them still but you don’t think you’d work together?” Sweet Pea added.

“I never asked you to spend the night.” You said defensively.

“That night I took you home.” He said simply. “You said you didn’t want me around. You just wanted to forget.”

“You’re lying.” You shook your head. “I didn’t ask you to stay.”

“Whatever.” He shrugged, sliding from the ledge to the water. “You want to act like this, fine. If this is really the game you wanna play, go ahead.”

“Wait, Pea.” Toni said, following her friend as he headed deeper into the water and away from you.

“What the hell just happened?” Fangs asked you.

You shrugged slightly, putting your hands out to your side before letting them drop dramatically to your sides. “It looks like I just broke up with someone I was never dating.”

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea riverdale #riverdale #riverdale imagine #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea fic #sweet pea x yn #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x you #riverdale fic #southside serpents #riverdale serpents #southside serpents fic

[roseinthenight]

Back to town [Jughead x OC] - Chapter 2

[Summary] | [Ch1]

2| Old best friends 

Later that day, around 6 pm, Archie knocked on the door of his sister’s room. April opened it rather quickly and looked up at the ginger boy.

”I was wondering if maybe you’d want to meet up with Betty, Jughead and Veronica at Pop’s?” Archie asked right away.

At the mention of Jughead April’s heart instantly started beating faster. She tried not to show too much interest, but honestly, she failed miserably.

”Yeah, sure,I’d love to! Buut... who’s Veronica exactly?” April tilted her head to the side as the question left her mouth.

”She’s new to the town, came from New York. I met her on the last day of the summer vacation.”

”I see. Well, why the hell not?” the girl shrugged. ”Just a sec,” she held up her index finger, singalling Archie to wait.

April looked at herself in the front camera of her phone. She wanted to look her best if she’s going to meet Jughead -and of course the others. After a few seconds, she put it in her back pocket, ran her fingers through her hair and turned back to her brother.

”Alright, I’m ready to go.”

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The red neon lights shined brightly in the warm August evening, bringing every bypasser’s attention to the diner coated in blue wooden panels. April could already see the familiar blonde ponytail and grey beanie from the window. She felt her palms beginning to sweat as she and Archie got closer and closer to the entrance. She fiddled with the hem of her flannel shirt nervously, not knowing at all what to expect from he best friends.

Finally, the bells above the door chimed, indicating that someone had entered. When the siblings turned towards their friends’ booth, Jughead was already on his feet, pacing towards them with disbelief in his eyes as he stared at April.

He didn’t change that much since April saw him the last time. He was wearing black boots, a gray pair of jeans, a darker grey T-shirt with an ’S’ on it and a thin black denim jacket. He also had a flannel shirt tied around his waist, and of course his signature beanie. Locks of his raven hair have lightly moved as he walked towards April.

She couldn’t help but let a huge grin appear on her face. She was so, so relieved to finally see her best friend (and crush, but that’s not really important, right?) again. Even Jughead seemed surprised at his own actions when he reached the girl; everyone knew that Jughead Jones was not a fan of PDA. Yet, he hugged the girl so tight and close to himself that you couldn’t even fit a piece of paper between them. April, of course, had nothing against this. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let her head rest on his chest. Jughead put his chin on the top of her head and just enjoyed the closeness of the smaller girl with closed eyes and not a word spoken between them.

They stood there, in the middle of the diner for what seemed like hours. The two girls who were still at the booth looked at them just as shocked as everyone else. The first to break the awkward silence, which seemed to have slipped the pair’s noce, was none other than Veronica Lodge.

”Excuse me for disturbing your cuddling,” she started with an edge in her tone, ”but you have your girlfriend right over here, Jughead.”

The mentioned boy lifted his head up from its previous position, but before he could even turn around and say something much likely rude as a response, Betty has already stood up for him.

”It’s okay, V,” she placed a hand on the black haired girl’s shoulder, a calming smile on her face showing that she really meant it.

”What? Are- are you fine with Jughead hugging another girl like his life depended on it?” Veronica asked with furrowed brows, not understanding the situation one bit.

”She isn’t just some girl, Veronica,” Jughead spat, every single word of his dripping with venom.

The raven boy looked at her like she had committed some kind of felony. He has now let go of April, but still stood close to her, their arms touching. His piercing eyes burned a hole on Veronica’s face. He unconsciously clenched his fists, which were slightly trembling with anger.

”Juggie, calm down,” April gently squeezed the boy’s shoulder. ”She doesn’t know me, remember?”

Jughead looked down at the girl, took a deep breath and slowly calmed down with April’s hand still on his shoulder. When it felt safe to leave his side, the brunette stepped in front of Veronica.

”Hi! I’m April Andrews, Archie’s sister. Jughead and I have been best friends literally since we can remember, so hugs like this aren’t really extraordinary. Plus, we haven’t seen each other for 2 years!”

While explaining the situation to the girl, April could feel Jughead stepping close behind her. She felt the warmth radiating off his body, his protective aura practically surrounding her. Even though she didn’t need any protection from a girl like Veronica, she wasn’t about to complain; she loved it.

”And I’ve already told you V, I’m okay with it,” Betty stood up from her spot and came over to April. ”Hi! I’m so glad you’re here again!” she smiled at the girl.

”It’s been so long, Betty,” April grinned and hugged the blonde, who returned the gesture.

When they let go, everyone sat in the booth, Jughead, Betty and April on one side and Veronica and Archie on the other. April saw that the ”new girl” still wasn’t really okay with her, but she did apologize and introduced herself as Veronica Lodge.

Pop Tate came over to their table to take their order.

”Well, well, what a surprise, little Andrews is back to town!” the man chuckled as he took his notepad in his hand.

”Hello!” she greeted him joyfully. ”Umm, I’ll have a strawberry milkshake please.”

The others also gave their order.

”So, April,” started Jughead when Pop Tate went away. ”What about your new style? I mean, you look cool, I’m just a little surprised.”

”Yeah, same here,” chimed in Betty.

”What could I say? Pinterest does wonders, especially when you have lots of freetime on your hands,” she replied with a soft giggle.

That was when the door opened again. April turned her head towards it, and saw the well-known faces of Riverdale High; the Bulldogs with Reggie in the middle. She wondered though, where could Jason be?

As Reggie scanned the place for an untaken booth, he noticed April and smirked at her, immediately starting her way.

”Wow, April Andrews,” he clicked his tongue. ”How come you’re back?”

”You know Reggie, there’s this thing called moving. Maybe you should try it,” April said. The distaste she felt for the boy was evident in her cold eyes and sarcastic tone, but her sickly sweet fake smile said otherwise.

The other people who sat at the table laughed quietly.

”Still the old brat, I see,” he laughed. ”If you change your mind, I could always take you on a ride,” he winked at the girl.

”Hey, watch it! You’re talking to my sister, for god’s sake!” Archie yelled protectively.

”Calm down, Andrews. I’m just sayin’,” with that he left and sat in a booth far away from April and her friends.

April shook her head while chuckling and didn’t notice that Pop brought them their drinks and food.

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It was about an hour later when April needed an escape from Betty and Jughead, so she excused herself and almost run to the bathroom. Until then, she could keep herself from feeling miserable and heartbroken, but it was just getting too much. They were stealing each other’s food, stealing kisses from one other and so on. It shattered April’s heart into pieces. She always thought she didn’t have a chance with Jughead, but there was at least a little bit of hope; now it only became clearer that she was never going to end up with her secret crush and she just needed to get over it. He was with Betty and April would never want to break them apart. They were so perfect together, she couldn’t even imagine how she could compete with someone like Betty. She was not an excellent student, she could never be as strong and pretty as Betty. April could go on and on about why she would never be enough for someone like Jughead, but she figured that she’ll have time for that when she gets home.  

These thoughts didn’t help her hold back her tears, but at least she could keep down her sobs. After minutes of trying to dry her tears, she finally succeeded. After getting herself together, she left the restroom and went back to their table like nothing had happened.

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At 10:23 pm, April was laying in her bed, staring at the white ceiling and thinking about today’s events. Suddenly, a loud thud shook her up from daydreaming. She looked over to her window and cautiously walked over, to be greeted with Jughead’s face and a ladder leading up to her window. She stumbled back a bit, before sighing in relief and opening her window.

”You scared me, shithead,” April looked at him angrily, crossing her arms.

”Sorry,” he smirked, not at all looking apologetic. After climbing in, he casually walked over to her bed and sat down on it, April following him.

”Soo, what you doin’ here?” April asked him.

”I just happened to be walking around this part of the town, you know, like in the old times.”

”Mm-hmm,” she hummed, putting her head on his shoulder. ”Well, I’m sleepy, Jug.”

”Yeah, I can see that much,” he chuckled as he looked at her face, noticing how she could barely keep her eyes open. ”It must have been tiring, travelling for so long.”

April nodded, then put her head back to its original place. Neither of them talked for a while, just enjoying the calm quietness. In the end, Jughead broke the silence.

”I missed you, you know?”

”I missed you too, Juggie. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t think about you.”

”I can say the same. I also thought a lot about the old times. When we were still kids, with no real problems.”

”Yeah, those were nice times,” April agreed. ”Oh, by the way. What happened to Jason? I didn’t see him with the Bulldogs at Pop’s.”

”Uh... he- he was murdered. His body was found a few days ago,” Jughead thought it would be better to say it simply.

”O-Oh, I’m...” April couldn’t find the right words. She wasn’t really close to the Blossom boy, in fact, she never even talked to him, but it still scared her a little bit. But mostly, she felt sorry for Cheryl, she knew how close the twins were.

”I’m writing a novel about it,” Jughead stated casually.

”Oh, so you’re still into writing? I’d love to read it someday.”

”I guess I can show you,” Jughead grinned. ”But right now you should sleep. I’ll go, okay?”

April definitely did not want Jughead to leave, but she was just so tired and it wouldn’t be nice if her father or Archie met with Jughead in the morning in her room.

”Okay, but be careful. A murderer’s on the loose.”

”Sure thing,” he stood up and walked to the window. ”It’s good to have you back, princess,” he smiled genuinely at the blushing girl. April didn’t expect him to call her by her old nickname. Only Jughead had called him this.

”You too, Juggie,” she whispered, his words still repeating in her head.

It filled her with joy, knowing that Jughead remembered and still used it. She got this nickname when she was about 5 and Jughead was 6.

Archie, Jughead, April and some other kids were playing hide and seek and the girl hid in a small, unfamiliar wooden cabin. When she entered, she didn’t notice that the lock has slammed down. Soon, she could hear that they were about to start another round, loudly arguing about who the seeker should be. She panicked and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She shouted for Archie and Jughead, tears running down her red face.

Jughead rushed to the door first, but when he didn’t succeed in opening it, he went over to the side and broke in the window with a branch from the ground. He helped April climb out, then hugged the sobbing girl.

”It’s okay. You’re safe now,” he whispered.

After long moments of calming the girl down, he let go of her.

”You were like a princess from a tale,” Jughead laughed softly. ”And I saved you.”

That night, April fell asleep with Jughead’s words on repeat in her head.

”It’s good to have you back, princess.”

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Word count: 2162

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[myhappylittlesideblog]

The Party

A/N: Every couple months, I remember Cole Sprouse exists and can’t get him out of my mind. Therefore, here’s some nice Jughead for you.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1,908

Warnings: alcohol, partying (not reader, but those around her), jealousy, harassment < angst because of this, ends in fluff because all I write is fluff basically

Summary: You and Jughead go to one of Veronica’s parties and guys end up hitting on you, making you uncomfortable and your boyfriend, Jug, very jealous. 

(Y/N) - your name, (Y/N/N) - your nickname if you have one

“Do we really have to go to this party?” Jughead asked. He and his leather jacket were leaning on the door frame of your bathroom while you finished getting ready.

You set your curling iron on the counter and tuned to him. “I don’t really want to go either. But we were invited, and Veronica is definitely expecting us to come.” You continued your debate silently. “We could just go for an hour?” you said with a wince.

“One hour. And not a minute more,” he chuckled.

“You won’t have any trouble pulling me away,” you said, unplugging the hot curling iron and giving your hair one last run through with your fingers. Your eyes fell to the reflection of your shirt in the mirror. The lacy fabric had ridden up again.

“(Y/N).”

You hummed in answer, pulling down on the shirt’s hem and wishing it would stay in place.

“You’re beautiful.”

You shot him a bright grin. You were sure you’d never get used to his affection, it always sent you spinning.

But you were still bothered. “You think this shirt is okay? Veronica got it for me, so I wanted to wear it tonight, but I think it’s a bit… much?” You faced the mirror and fidgeted some more.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” he said.

“I know. It was nice of her to think of me, but the lace and everything, it’s just not me,” you said, deciding to wear something different to the party.

On your way to your closet, Jug stopped you. “Hold on,” he said. He untied the blue flannel shirt from his waist and secured it around yours. “Now, that is you.” He took your hands in his and kissed them, winking at you.

You already felt more comfortable, feeling the tight knot of the heavy material covering your midriff that was left exposed by the shirt. You squeezed his hands. He always made you feel safe.

“Thank you,” you said kissing his cheek.

He stepped aside and swept a hand out in front of you. “Off to the ball.”

When you arrived at the party, you thanked god that Jughead was with you. You hated parties almost as much as he did and you were dreading this one before you even entered the front door. Already, the bass of the loud music inside was shaking in your chest. When you heard a loud “WHOOOOOO” coming from inside, you looked at Jug and confirmed the plan. “One hour.”

“If we even survive that long,” he said.

You chuckled and opened the heavy door. Even though the place was practically a mansion, you doubted there was space for even two more people. Every inch was covered in couples dancing, bros doing keg stands, and shrill girls yelling about how much they’ve missed each other. You didn’t recognize a single person.

“Come ‘ere, there’s Archie,” Jug said to you, his lips close to your ear. He led you through the guests, his large hand sprawled out over your lower back. Familiar red hair flashed as you dodged the drunks.

When you reached Archie, you met Betty and Veronica as well.

“There they are! Welcome! You guys actually came,” Veronica said.

“I told you they’d come,” Betty said with a smile.

“Of course we came,” you said. Both the girls knew you were lying, but you laughed with them as they shot you teasing expressions.

“This party is insane,” you heard Jughead say to Archie.

Before you could chime in, Veronica cooed over your outfit. “(Y/N), you look hot!” Seriously, I knew that would look great on you. And I knew Jughead would like it too, she said with raised eyebrows.

You felt Jug’s arm reach further around you and his thumb hook into the front belt loop of your jeans. You felt his voice rumble through his chest. “Yeah, the shirt’s great, but I like who’s inside it.”

Veronica groaned and you heard Archie laugh, but you were too busy with the wink Jug gave you.

“Thanks again for giving it to me, Ron,” you said over the music.

“Of course! What are gal pals for? But, I gotta say, when I thought of it on you, I didn’t picture it with Jughead’s flannel,” she said, scrunching her nose.

“Oh, I just didn’t want to be cold,” you said, pushing into Jug’s side.

“(Y/N), it’s hot as hell in here, I think you’ll be fine,” Betty said.

“Well, when I got outside, ya know-”

Your sentence was covered with Veronica’s giggles as she ripped the flannel away and threw it at Jughead. She took your hand and spun you around yelling, “You’re sexy, baby! Show it off!”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. You were fully aware that you were a little too quiet for Veronica’s taste and this was her way of getting you to have some fun.

Jughead was watching you carefully, ready to return his flannel to you if you wanted it.

You threw your hands in the air and yelled “Alright!”

“Atta girl! Now, come on, let’s leave the boys to themselves, we’re going to dance.”

She pulled you and Betty through the crowd and into the middle of the room where the music seemed even louder. You jumped and twirled until Veronica pulled you close to her and moved her hips with yours. Betty too danced close to you, all in good fun.

Once the three of you were sufficiently danced out, Veronica and Betty left the dance floor to grab some drinks.

Your nerves returned to you when you were no longer distracted by your friends. The moment you stopped swaying to the music, you felt a hand graze across your lower back. You turned to see Jughead grinning at you.

“Did I miss your distress calls?” he asked with a wince. He pushed your hair to the back of your shoulders while your hands slipped inside his unzipped jacket and rested on his hips.

“No,” you laughed. “It was actually fun.”

You looked around for Veronica’s return and saw a couple guys watching you. Your brow furrowed and you stared at Jug’s chest, pulling at the hem of the short shirt again.

“You want this?” Jug asked, tugging at the flannel around this waist.

“Yes, please,” you said sweetly, ignoring everyone around you and concentrating on Jug.

He pulled the shirt away from him and leaned down to kiss your neck as he tied it around you. You hummed in pleasure, but he pulled away too quickly for your liking.

“You want something to drink?” he asked.

“Just a water, or soda or something?” When he nodded you added, “I’ll be over here,” pointing to an open spot on the wall next to a bookshelf.

“No more dancing for you?” he smirked.

“Absolutely not,” you laughed.

You found your place next to the bookshelf and leaned your back against the wall, crossing one heeled boot over the other. You watched the party unfold, wincing at a particularly loud song that made your ears ring.

“Hey, (Y/N/N), where’s Jugs?” Sweet Pea had appeared out of nowhere and startled you.

“Hey, Sweets. He’s just getting some sodas.”

He stood next to you, leaning on one shoulder. “Saw you with the girls, looked like you were havin’ fun.”

“Oh, a blast,” you laughed, making him smirk.

“You don’t normally come to these things,” he said.

“Well, Veronica-”

“Oh, Veronica. She likes to get us all together, doesn’t she?” he asked.

You nodded.

He leaned closer to you. “Ya know, I had to hit a few guys tonight. They were talkin’ about you, askin’ who the new party girl was.”

“Really?” You winced as you thought about the guys staring at you on the dance floor.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “But I took care of ‘em. You’re safe with us.” He crossed over you, about to leave when he stopped before you. He placed a finger under your chin and said, “You do look smokin’ tonight.”

Before you could reply, you heard Jughead’s low voice. “Get outta here, Sweet Pea.”

“Jug.” You got around Sweet Pea and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him toward the exit. “Let’s just go. I’ll explain.”

“Hey, man, I’m not the one you gotta worry about here,” Sweet Pea slurred. “There’re a lotta other guys around here you should beat up before me.”

Jughead put the cups of soda on a table nearby without taking his eyes off Sweet Pea. He pressed Sweets against the wall and threatened him, growling, “You stay away from her. You don’t talk to her like that.”

“Alright, Jug, alright,” Sweets said, his hand raised. “(Y/N/N), I’m sorry.” He walked away and disappeared into the party.

“Jug, let’s just go,” you said.

He nodded and wrapped his arm tight around your shoulders as you headed for the door.

When you passed Archie, he said, “You guys leavin’ already?”

Jug paused and pushed a finger into Archie’s chest. “This is why I don’t come to your stupid parties.”

You pulled him away. “Jug, it’s fine, come on.” You gave Archie an apologetic look as you closed the door behind you.

Jug stormed down the steps and into the road. “How could he talk to you like that? What, he waits until I’m not around and then makes a move on you?” He wouldn’t face you. He rambled and yelled to no one, throwing his hands about, the serpent on his leather jacket moving up and down.

“Jug, come on. Sweets was drunk! He’s our friend, he didn’t mean it like that,” you said.

He turned to you, his brow furrowed and face red with fury. “You didn’t see him looking at you.”

“You didn’t see a lot of guys looking at me tonight. Sweets beat ‘em up out back for it.”

He stopped, his face now filled with concern. “Guys were bothering you tonight?”

“Of course they were.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. You reached for his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing across his skin. “There’s always gonna be guys bothering me.” Your free hand slid inside his jacket and rested on his back. “But when I’m with you, I always feel safe.”

His eyes met yours and the deep color of them seemed to grow. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you forehead.

“And when you’re not around,” you continued, “I know the Serpents are there. Especially Sweets. I would hate for us to lose him.”

Jug sighed. “I’ll call him tomorrow.”

He untied his hands and his flannel from your waist and slid it on you. He took his time buttoning it for you as you ran your fingers through his dark hair. When he reached the last button, he gently pressed his soft lips on yours.

“Pop’s?”

He shook his head. “Let’s just go home.”

He took your hand and led you toward his motorcycle.

“Wait. Do you hear that?” you asked.

He stopped and listened. “What?”

You tilted your head and turned away from the bike. “It sounds like… there’s a milkshake calling your name.”

A smile broke into his features and she shook his head at you.

“Now he have to go,” you said.

His large hands framed your jaw as he grinned brightly at you. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, Jug.”

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[jugpea]

big fists, bigger heart

↪ jughead jones x sweet pea summary: sweet pea’s always hated how much trouble jughead gets himself into and hates how much he gives a fuck about it. a/n: this was mostly done at 1 am, as per usual, so it’s unedited and sloppy and messy. @evolretla had sent in some inspo for something and I kinda just went with some of that, so I hope you find some satisfaction in this piece. If ya’ll have any other requests, please send them here!

Sweet Pea hated Riverdale High. If not for their prejudice, then for the fact he was sitting in the student lounge, and was the only one stuck wearing a turtleneck. He hated it’s high ceilings and large classrooms. He hated how soft and comfortable everyone and everything looked. He hated how the bathroom stalls had doors - well, no. He actually didn’t totally hate that.

But he definitely hated the fact he was reduced to nothing more than a gang member, and because of this, he now owned a rather sizable collection of turtlenecks and scarves.

He hated those, too.

Goddamn his pride and that neck tattoo.

He sat on a seat next to Fangs, greeting him with a gruff “Hey” before pulling the apple from his brown bag. He bit into the sweetness of its core, watching his friends fingers work the deck of cards absently. They spent most of their lunches like this. Eating whatever they had, if they had anything, and passing the time with unenthusiastic conversation.

Normally, at Southside, he would have been at a table full of Serpents, laughing about stupid things. Careless things. His conversation wasn’t monitored, no one ever thought to snake on a snake. Southside might have been a whole in the ground, but at least it had been one he was comfortable with.

But today he was wearing a turtleneck under his jean vest and band tee, getting the rest of his high school diploma at Riverdale High instead. Something that definitely looked better on a college application than a high school on the side of town that’s crumbling in poverty and gang violence, but still not something Sweet Pea was sure was an upgrade.

So when Jughead Jones strolled straight into the lounge ten minutes later, change in hand, causally giving them a “Oh hey, guys,” Sweet Pea wondered if Jones had a death wish. His Serpent leather clung to his frame, plaid shirt wrapped loosely around his hips - hips that Sweet Pea had already paid too much attention too over the last few weeks. He returns his eyes to the foyer, his stomach twisting nervously as Bulldogs stand from their seats.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

Instantaneously, like magnets, Fangs and Sweet Pea stood on their feet; Jughead was refusing, again, and Reginald Mantle was not having his shit today. Come to think of it, Reggie hadn’t wanted any of their shit from the moment they walked in the front doors, and was doing a damn good job of making sure the experience was less than pleasant. He felt his nails dig deeply into the flesh of his palms, fists forming at just even the mere thought of Reggie pulling this shi-

Red. That’s all he can see, that’s all he can feel. Immense heat rising to the surface of his skin as he rushed forward, hands gripping tightly onto the shoulders of a blue and yellow jacket, pulling as roughly as he could to drag them away from Jughead.

Get them away from Jughead.

Get to Jughead.

Get Jughead.

Jughead was holding his own very well, which wasn’t much of a surprise to Sweet Pea. He handled the gauntlet well. He bounced back and recovered quickly. He was somewhat of a miracle mystery to Sweets. The teen reminded him of a walking, talking version of the quote “I can do this all day”. With that thought in mind, the Serpent reared his arm back and launched it forward into the closest Bulldog, just in time for Weatherbee’s arrival.

He endured forty-five minutes of grueling lecture and reminders of what expectations this ‘educational establishment’ had of its student body. How they were not exemplary, by any means, and were giving him second thoughts on taking them into the school at all.

The door slammed behind them, leaving the group to disassemble once they had each finished receiving their individual punishments, leaving the Serpent alone with Jughead. “Was that necessary? Are you happy?” Sweet Pea fired, pointing to the door of the office they had just come out of. “Suspension, Jones? The hell, man?”

“Do you even get it?” Jughead shot back vehemently, bracing his hands on his hips. “And you wanna know something? I don’t need you to always come saving my ass, I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own, thanks.”

Jeesh. “Yeah, Jones. I get it.”

“Why aren’t you more pissed, huh?” Sweet Pea blinked at the anger that’s hidden in the intricate hues of Jughead’s eyes. The green overpowered the blue, something that Sweet Pea noticed only ever happened when the teen’s emotions were on surface level. Much like himself, it appeared Jug had issues with his temper, too.

“I am pissed,” Sweet Pea assured him, but the boy merely folded his arms and lifted his brows in disbelief. “What do you want from me?”

“Something.” Jughead was frustrated, clutching the beanie on his head, sinking to the floor in front of a row of lockers. “Anything. Protest Weatherbee’s rules — the ones that only apply to the southsiders that transferred in.”

“He threatened suspension, now we’re suspended.” Sweet Pea shook his head, a sudden exhaustion falling over his shoulders. “Next time, it’s expulsion. Is that what you want? There won’t be rules to follow if we don’t go here anymore.”

The teen didn’t appear to be listening. Instead, he was staring angrily at the tiles on the floor. Sweet Pea sighed, head falling back as a wave of frustration rolled down his spine. Then, he joined Jughead on the ground and pulled his knees to his chest.

“Look, I hate this as much as you do. But this was expected — honestly, it could have been a lot worse.” Odd that it should be Sweet Pea trying to knock some sense into him — but also, perhaps, very fitting given that out of everyone, he might have felt the most out of place.

The raven haired teen looked up at his towering figure, eyes careful and cautious as he nodded. “Fine. I’ll back off.” Sweet Pea had his doubts in Jughead’s words, but he reached forward and squeezed the boys hand in reassurance.

“No you won’t. But I’ll keep you in check.”

“The fuck you will.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sweet Pea lifted the backpack up over his shoulder, grunting under the heavy weight of it all. Inside the bag, twenty pounds of chains and several large tools that were to be used as weapons in the upcoming fight. The one where he would fight to protect his home, the one where he would fight to avenge his best friend.

The one that was dead.

He was trying as hard to keep his composure together. Jughead had gone missing shortly after the news had been broken to them, which bothered the Serpent more than he wanted it to. They were at an idea about the entire situation, but that didn’t stop his heart from wrenching worriedly when he realized the Price was missing.

The reality of what had just happened was finally sinking in - the riot outside was more proof of the hatred that fuelled this town. They were all dead men. It wasn’t just about Fangs anymore, it was about all of them.

Not knowing where Jughead could possibly be was not helping Sweet Pea’s anxiety.

And later, when FP received a call, and they were grouped together outside of their old stomping ground by the docks, Sweet Pea watched as their King emerged from the bushes, son in arms, covered in his own blood. Another strike of fear pulsed through his heart, lungs deflating at the sight. The emotion overcame him so quickly, he didn’t have enough time to registered what had even happened.

Tears brimmed his eyes, a sob bubbling in his chest; he rushed over to where his bike was parked next to Toni’s unable to stand with the others, unable to hold his composure any longer. “Fuck,” he cried, hands braced on the seat of his Harley. “Fuck!” This time it comes out in an angry scream, energy pulsing forward to push the bike across the dirt path.

His fingers then go into his hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he falls to his knees. So many things he should have said, so many things he wanted to do - and two of the only people he had ever felt any sort of any emotion for had just been ripped from him, all in the same night.

The crushing sensation came down on his chest, like bricks stacking and building. His heart clenched tightly, breathing staggered and uneven. He recognized this feeling. He knew what came next, he knew how to stop it but no matter what thoughts he forced into his head, all he circled back to was the image of his hands covered in his best friends blood.

And then, he would think about Jughead.

And it would start all over again.

He rocked back and forth on his knees for what felt like hours. The cold had numbed him, jeans soaked from the mud in which he had fallen into. Sweet Pea hardly registered Toni or her words as she dropped down on her knees next to him, hands soothing his matted hair, running them over his arms to try to pull him up from the ground.

Key word was try.

“What are we gonna do?” He mumbled, eyes bleary and unfocused as Cheryl dropped down onto the other side. There was an exchange of looks, knowing glances between lovers that understood exactly what this feeling was.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There wasn’t much to the scene that unfolded. It featured a raven haired stud perched on a stool at the bar, drink in his hand, hair falling forward into his eyes. He looked sexy, really. He wore his leather over a plain black tee that was stretched over the expansion of his chest, and his long legs were covered in an equally dark denim. A blue plaid shirt had been tied neatly around his waist, threaded through his belt loops to ensure it didn’t fall.

His eyes were scouting the other heads around the area. He was observing their behaviours, having not had enough interaction in this setting to know what to do without the company of his date. When a couple approaches him, it’s easy to see how quickly he’s overcome with nervousness. Like a deer in headlights - or, perhaps doe was a more fitting description.

The girl places her hand against his thigh, red nails dragging along the material, auburn locks framing her face. Her partner stands behind her, eyes equally hungry as they drink in the glory of the Southside King. From where Sweet Pea was standing, the man was trying very hard to convince Jughead to head out with them.

It was only when he noticed Jughead’s polite refusal, and the less polite reaction from the pursuing male that he decided to step in.

He made his arrival known, boots heavy on the ground as he came up behind the couple. “Beat it, asshat,” he growled, shoulders squared and head high, “He’s just not that into you.”

“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” the man laughed, arm wrapping around the shoulders of his partner. His eyes now surveyed Sweet Pea, from his boots up to the curls in his hair. Something of approval lit fire in his eyes.

Gross.

“You’ll see absolutely fuckin’ nothing if you and your broad don’t motor. Right the fuck now.” Please, oh please give me a reason to beat your face into the bar.

From the corner of his eye, however, he can see a clear look of disapproval. Blue hues squinted into slots, comfortably waiting for the confrontation to end so they could resume the rest of their evening, but knew that if Sweet Pea didn’t cool it, their evening would come to a regrettable end.

“Not worth it.” Jughead mouth, a shake in his head.

The girl slipped something into the front pocket of Jughead’s jacket, tapping the material twice. “In case you change your mind.” She sounded hopeful, swinging her eyes over to Sweet Pea’s enormous frame. “Maybe you can change his, instead.”

“I said leave, moron.” The Serpent pushed past the couple to take his place on the stool next to Jughead; he tended to his drink, painfully aware of the couple retreating behind them. He could hear their mutters, but they only moved further into the bar to claim a table in the corner.

Beer wasn’t as cold as it was before he left for the bathroom, but he swung it back in a few quick swallows. He started thinking about the napkin tucked into Jug’s jacket, then twisted in his seat to take hold of the edge.

Justin and Dominique.

Their numbers were scribbled at the bottom, along with a suggestive comment. One he didn’t give Jughead the opportunity to read; he crumpled it in his palm and sunk it into the water in a nearby glass.

There was a sharp slap on his shoulder, followed by a harsh, “What the fuck, Pea?”

Sweet Pea took a calming breath, pulling the air deep into his lungs, trying to steady the pulse that was racing. His entire body felt alive with fire, burning hot in his veins, lava pooling in his stomach. He turned back to Jughead, definitively locking his gaze, “We’re not looking to add to what we have.”

A spur of curiosity crossed the teens face, eyes searching Sweet Pea’s features as he replied, “And what exactly do we have?”

Gripping a fistful of the front of Jug’s shirt, he pulled him in until their lips met. Something that was meant to be short and fleeting was quickly overcome with a greater emotion. At the first taste of the boys tongue, Sweet Pea let out a deep moan of approval, reluctantly pulling away to give the teen an answer, before he no longer had the courage to say it.

“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” He stated, fingers stroking the hair away from Jughead’s face. “And that’s all there really is to it.”

#jugpea #jughead jones #sweet pea #swughead #jughead jones x sweet pea #southside serpents #jp: fic #mine #hope dis is alright #im diggin these two so much rn

[theangriestpea]

Mercy Killing

A/N: This took so long to come out but it’s finally here! I might wrap this series up soon and take a break for a bit, then come back with a sequel? There’s some plot lines I haven’t tied up yet and I don’t want to pull a RAS and just abandon them completely. I’m just a little burned out?? I also want to work on Compersion (polyamory fic).

Combined in this fic are two anon requests! Enjoy!

Warnings: some smut. A bit of dirty talk. Possessive Pea??

Cross-posted on AO3.

Chapter Fifteen: At Last

Lavender scooped up another mouthful of rice with her chopsticks, stuffing it into her mouth. Toni finished off the last piece of her sweet and sour chicken. “So, you and Sweets are like…together?”

Lav swallowed before drinking some of her Old Fashioned that Toni had made for her earlier. Her throat suddenly felt dry and she wasn’t sure what to say. She and Sweet Pea had decided to keep their newfound relationship under wraps while things were still tense with the Ghoulies. It was just something new for both of them.

Things hadn’t changed too much since that night at the Wyrm. It had only been a few days but they had seemed a little more at ease with one another. The tension was gone, finally. It was very obvious to the other Serpents and especially to Toni who had been manning the bar that night.

“It’s um…” She mumbled, not really knowing how she should respond. “A little complicated?” Her voice ended in a question. Was it really all that complicated? She had basically asked him to be his girlfriend and he (in his own Sweet Pea way) said yes. By all accounts they were “official”.

“So you’re just boning in the supply closet then?” Toni asked jokingly, putting her now empty container of food down. “Because I know it’s more than that.”

Lav bit her lip, “we promised to keep in on the down low.” She said in a soft voice. “But yes, we agreed to be exclusive.”

A grin broke across Toni’s face. She didn’t even try to conceal her excitement for her two friends. Her smile faltered slightly though, unsure of how Lavender was really taking everything. “But you were okay with this? After everything that happened with James? I mean, that relationship just ended…”

She put down her rice as a small frown formed on her face. “Yes, I’m okay…” There wasn’t much confidence left in her voice now as she looked at her lap.

Toni reached out to grab her hand, “Lavender, tell me the truth.” Her voice came out like an older sister trying to pry information out of a younger sibling. Lavender’s eyes lifted to look into Toni’s.

Tears lined her lower lids suddenly as emotion overwhelmed her suddenly. “I’m so scared.” Lavender said, her voice wavering as she tried not to sob. She felt like she had just cried so much the past month that crying more just seemed moot.

Toni smiled softly, her thumb rubbing against the back of Lav’s hand to help soothe her. “The Serpents will protect you, you know that, right? No Serpent left behind.” She wanted to make sure that her friend knew that things would be okay, these threats would blow over eventually.

“No, it’s not that.” Lavender stated, feeling calm enough to speak. “I’m afraid that I’ll ruin things between me and Sweet Pea.”

Toni’s brows furrowed in confusion, “why do you think that, baby?” She asked, not knowing what the reasoning behind Lav’s anxiety was. “Sweet Pea is kind of a brute but he’s not going to hurt you on purpose. You know that, right?”

Lav wiped her eyes with the hand that wasn’t in Toni’s grasp. “I’m so fucked up, Toni. I don’t want him to leave because he can’t handle all of my baggage. I don’t even think I can handle it. It’s so heavy. I’m so tired. I don’t know what to do.”

Toni moved closer, wrapping her arm around Lav’s shoulders to hug her. Her friend was shaking from holding back tears, her previously unspoken fears now bared to the world. “Pea is the strongest boy I know. Strong enough to carry you and your baggage.” Toni said in a reassuring tone.

“You really think he can bench all that?” Lavender asked, her tone a little less depressing and a bit more playful.

“You’ve seen those arms, girl.” Toni replied with a laugh, squeezing her shoulders one last time before pulling away. “And you won’t get rid of him that easily.”

*~~~~~~~~~~~*

Sweet Pea sat with his girlfriend in the examination room of the orthopedic clinic. Lav was finally getting her cast off after having it on for six weeks. Things had been going slow with Pea but not unbearably so. They were connected and nights with him were sensual but there felt like there was a block between them.

Perhaps it was just her that felt that way, but Sweet Pea hadn’t even attempted to have sex with her again. Though things had gotten hot and heavy a few times, there was always something interrupting him. Usually it was Kitty, calling, texting, knocking on the door to Pea’s trailer.

Because they still weren’t open about their relationship, Lavender had been reluctant to simply tell Kitty to fuck right off of her territory. The only ones who knew for sure were Fangs, Toni, and Cheryl. Even the Joneses had been kept in the dark, though Jughead had pretty much figured it out already.

The doctor came in, looking at his chart. “Alright, Miss Rhodes. Let’s get this cast off.” He flashed her a smile before picking up the saw. “You’re going to feel some vibration, okay?”

Lavender nodded as he slowly cut off the cast that had kept her bones in place for six weeks now. After the doctor removed it, she flexed her hand a few times. It almost felt foreign to not have the cast in the way of her thumb. There was a small smile on her lips that caused butterflies to flutter in Sweet Pea’s chest.

“We’re going to do one last set of X-rays just to make sure everything healed properly. The nurse will be in, in one moment.” The doctor said after looking over her wrist, making sure she had a good range of movement. Once he was satisfied, he left once more.

Lavender looked at Sweet Pea, noticing that he was staring at her. “What?”

Sweet Pea shifted uneasily in his seat as he felt a little called out. His neck flushed in a slight red. “You just look happy.”

She looked down at her freed wrist. “I’m glad to finally have that thing off. It was the last evidence I had of anything being wrong with me. Now when people look at me, they won’t wonder what happened. They’ll start to forget.”

Pea let out a soft sigh. Sure she was physically healed but he knew that mentally she still was struggling more days than not. Before he could say anything further the nurse came in to take Lav to the X-ray room.

*~~~~~~~~~~~*

Once Lavender was given a clean bill of health, she and Sweet Pea went to the Whyte Wyrm to relax with the fellow young Serpents. Lavender was shooting pool with Fangs while Sweet Pea sat on the sidelines, waiting to play winner. Of course they all knew Fangs was going to win because Lav was such a terrible player.

They were actually tied when Lavender saw a girl with dark hair fried from too many dye jobs, walk in. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she felt Fangs’ elbow gently jut into her side. “You’re shot, babe.” He said, knowing fully well what was distracting her.

Kitty sauntered over to Sweet Pea, sliding into his lap effortlessly. “Hey Sweetie Pea.” She breathed.

The anger that had slowly been building inside of Lavender for six weeks now finally boiled over. It bubbled through her veins and something deep inside of her snapped totally.

Lavender moved so that her back was to them and leaned over the table. She glanced up at Fangs with a devious smirk on her face.

Sweet Pea stiffened in his seat, not knowing exactly how to react to this situation. He didn’t care about Kitty in the slightest, in fact her constant pining towards him was starting to grow annoying. She always interrupted him when he was about to get laid and Lavender would be so angry afterwards that the mood would totally be ruined.

Lavender lined up her shot in a way that seemed very confusing to Fangs and Sweet Pea. The angle of her stick was all wrong, even for her. Suddenly she jerked the stick backwards, the end colliding into Kitty’s nose. The sound of bone cracking rattled the bar.

Kitty let out a loud shriek, jumping from Pea’s lap as her hand flew to her now bleeding nose. Blood and tears gushed down her face. “What the fuck?” She screeched so loud that the two boys flinched.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Lavender said. “I didn’t know you were right behind me!” Her voice was so superficially innocent that it really didn’t fool anyone.

“You bitch!” Kitty lunged at Lav, claws out to scratch at her face.

However, when Lavender wasn’t been blindsided by alcohol, darkness, and multiple assailants, she was actually a pretty skilled fighter. She stepped out of Kitty’s line of fire, grabbing Sweet Pea’s empty beer bottle and breaking it across the back of Kitty’s head.

Kitty stumbled forward and Fangs had to catch her before she fell to the floor. Lav was staring into Pea’s wide eyes. Her own gaze ripe with freshly burned fury that was released as she dropped the neck of the now broken bottle. She grabbed Sweet Pea by the lapel of his leather jacket and pulled him into a deep and fiery kiss.

Her display of dominance was an incredible turn on. Sweet Pea grabbed the back of her head as he kissed her back with the same ferocity. Suddenly he needed her and she needed him, but another romp in the back room didn’t seem good enough.

Fangs was holding a very dazed Kitty, an amused glint in his eye as he watched his two friends kiss passionately. Kitty tried to get her bearings straight but she was seeing stars from the second blow to the head.

“Let’s go, baby,” Lavender said, her lips still lightly touching Sweet Pea’s as she whispered. “I need you. Now.”

Sweet Pea stood up from his seat and wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her outside. As they were walking to his bike, his hand slipped down to grab her ass playfully. Once at his bike, he handed her his spare helmet, “Better prepare yourself, doll. You’re in for a ride.”

Lavender smirked at him, putting the helmet on and getting onto the bike behind him. She squeezed her front tightly against his back, hand dangerously close to the crotch of his pants.

Pea sped off to his trailer where he knew they were less likely to get interrupted. Plus he definitely had a stash of condoms there and he wasn’t sure if Lav had any in hers.

He parked his bike and Lavender tore off her helmet. She leaned into him more to kiss the snake on his neck teasingly before he could dismount. Her hand finally venturing to between his legs to grope him.

He let out a possessive growl at her touches, “Better get your ass inside before you make me fuck you on this bike.” He warned her, making Lav laugh. She withdrew from him and got off the bike. Pea followed after, sweeping her up into his arms to throw her over his shoulder so he could carry her inside.

Lavender let out a squeal of surprise when he picked her up, but didn’t fight him. Laughter erupted out of her as he quickly made his way into his trailer and threw her down onto the bed. She sat up to meet him in another passionate kiss as he crawled over on top of her.

His hands traveled up her legs, thumbs roaming the inside of her thighs. Sweet Pea’s lower lip caught between her teeth and she sucked hard on it in the slightly chapped skin.

Pea greedily tugged at her underwear, nearly ripping them at the seams as he pulled them down. Lavender released him, letting out another laugh. “So, you’re not even going to take my skirt off first?”

He let out a small groan of frustration. “You started this, not me.” He pointed out, referencing to her attack on Kitty since it was probably the biggest turn on he’d ever experienced.

She grinned at him innocently before lifting her hips up so she could discard her skirt as well. “Take your clothes off, sweetheart.” She cooed as she tugged off her own t-shirt and bra so that she was completely naked underneath him.

Sweet Pea admired the view before making quick work of his own clothes. Now that they were both naked, Lav could see how rock hard he was. She gave him a look of pure anticipation. He dove down to capture her lips once more.

He left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down her neck and down between her breasts. His thumb rubbed over her clit teasingly, causing Lav to let out a whiny moan.

Her legs spread for him eagerly. “That’s right baby, spread your legs for me.” He growled against the skin of her breasts.

A finger ghosted her entrance, producing another whine from her. “Damn, you’re this wet already?” He asked, looking up at her with a very proud smirk on his face.

Lavender shuddered as he moved back to rub her clit again in slow circles. She reached down and grabbed his cock to stroke it slowly. She smeared his pre-cum across the tip, sending pleasure through him that equated to her own.

He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom out of the box just lazily sitting on top of it. Boy had nothing to hide, apparently. He ripped open the gold foil packaging and took it out.

She took it from his hands, “allow me.” She delicately rolled the condom onto his hard penis. Sweet Pea groaned at her touch, his head tilting back slightly.

He regained his train of thought and ran his tip against her slit. Lavender moved her hips to try and get him into her. He shot her a disapproving look before slowly inserting his tip.

She bit her lip at him, “Please, Pea,” She murmured to him. He grabbed one of her legs and brought it up against him so that it was against his shoulder. He kept a tight grip on her thigh and he pushed all the way in.

Lavender let out a moan, finally feeling some relief from all the pent up frustration she had been feeling the past few weeks. At last no one was interrupting them and they could just be.

Sweet Pea stopped when he was deep inside her, simply letting himself enjoy the feeling of being engulfed by her warmth. She looked up at him with pupils blown with passion. The same look always had whenever things started getting intense. He loved it. He wanted to capture it on film and just look at it any time he was feeling low.

He slowly started to thrust, taking himself almost all the way out before slamming back in. It was slow but hard, and every time he went in to his hilt he heard a delicious cry of pleasure come from his girlfriend.

Eventually his speed picked up, thrusts becoming a bit shallower in order to move faster. Lavender’s moans grew with his speed. The fabric of his sheets were bunched in her hands as she couldn’t touch him due to the position they were in.

Sensing that she wanted more to hold, he leaned down. Her leg bent at the hip to allow his body to be closer to hers. Her hands shot up and wrapped around him, nails digging into his skin. Sweets groaned at the sensation, always having loved to feel a bit pain while buried deep inside of her.

He started to pound relentlessly into her, wanting her to hit her peak and knowing that he could get her there quickly. “Sweet Pea,” She mewled, her leg still draped over his shoulder so that he was hitting a deeper angle than he normally did.

“You like that, baby?” He asked huskily, “you like being fucked by your man?”

“Yes!” She cried out, feeling her climax rising just as he wanted it to.

Sweet Pea didn’t let up, he kept moving his hips furiously until she was screaming out his name so loud that anyone outside the trailer probably heard it. A few jagged thrusts later, he came as well and moved her leg to the side so he could rest on top of her.

Lavender tried to catch her breath, feeling overwhelmed with a mass of emotions. Pea’s forehead was resting on her shoulder as he breathed deeply as well. Once he could see straight again he slid out of her and took off the used condom.

After tossing it into a nearby trashcan, he rolled over to lay beside her. They were cramped in his twin bed but it was comforting to be forced to be close together. His arm rested across her waist and he held her tight in his arms.

“You’re going to fall asleep, aren’t you?” Lavender asked once she could breathe normally again. Her tone was light and joking, not caring if he did fall asleep for a nap.

“Hmm,” He hummed tiredly, “considering it.”

She chuckled lightly and turned so her back was against his chest in a spooning position. “Get some rest. Then we can go for round two.”

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[cameronspecial]

The Marriage Games (Ch.1)

Pairing: Prince! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) grew up in the palace with her brother and the royals; her and her brother are practically apart of the royal family. The Queen decides to help her eldest son find his own queen by inviting ten female suitors to live in the palace. What happens when through this process he finds love with a woman that is not one of the contestants?  

Word Count: 2 894

Disclaimer: This series is inspired by The Selection by Kiera Cass and Yellow Roses by @h-osterfield.

A/N: I have updated my masterlist, so all the blurbs are on it. Go check them out for more Tom and Y/N situation. 

It had been two weeks since the queen had made the big announcement and the palace is now running around with maids that are getting ready for the ten new arrivals that were supposed to be here at any moment. A week ago the names of the suitors had been picked out and they have been told the details they needed for when they came to the palace. Y/N is sitting reading her book on her balcony that is facing the city. Tom slides the door open and makes his way over to the girl sitting on the patio couch. “Everything is a little overwhelming with all the maids rushing around to get stuff clean before the females come. It’s going to be so weird to have all these people in our house,” he announces as he sits beside the girl and takes the book out of her hands. She glares at him and yanks her book back into her hands, “Yeah, I just hope they are not all going to be super hormonal. It is definitely going to take some time to get used to because of the fact that I’ve been surround by guys my whole life.” She puts the book down and rests her head on Tom’s shoulder. “Yeah, this is definitely going to take some time to get used to,” he tells her as he wraps his arm around her shoulder. Tom loved these moments between him and Y/N. He felt like he and she were the only people in the world. Before they could start talking about something else, Timothy knocks on the door to inform them that their guest had arrived.

Tom and Y/N made their way down to the main hall to greet the guest. They stood at the end of the stair waiting for each of the suitors to be introduced. The royal announcer stands near the front door and introduces each of the females, “Princess Adalyn of the House of Bellerose from France.” Enters a tall, snotty looking girl with long beautiful hair that went down past her bum and bright blue eyes. Her beautifully pale skin was obviously caked on with makeup. She wore a frilled white blouse with a pretty pink cardigan and a beige pencil skirt that went to her mid thighs. Her black heels five-inch heels were perfectly shined and only added to her height. “Hello, your highness. I am very grateful for this opportunity although I wouldn’t need this opportunity if you had just answered my calls,” she says with a soothing French accent. Tom just nods his head, “I am sorry for not answering your calls. I have been very busy lately, but I am very happy that you were chosen to come and stay with us. Now, I will have the time to get to know you better.” Adalyn had been trying to get Tom to go on a date with him, but he has always avoided going with her solely based on how she acts whenever she was at one of the events that they were at. The princess is lead away to her room so that the following suitor can come in.  

“Miss Camellia Durant from England.” Camellia walks into the room with a shy smile on her face. Her dark brown hair went down a little bit past her shoulders and she had the most beautiful caramel eyes that Y/N had ever seen.  Her hair was pinned back with a bobby pin that had a daisy jewel on it. She wore a black dress with daisies and her cream flats tied the outfit together. She holds her hand out timidly and Tom gently, but firmly, take it into his hand. “Thank you very much for this opportunity,” she says in an almost whisper. Tom gives her a gentle smile, “It was not really my choice, but you are welcome. I really look forward to getting to know you.” Camelia looks over to Y/N and gives her the same shy smile that she had on when she walked in. Just like Adalyn, Nancy leads Miss. Durant to her room so that she can get settled in. “Princess Darcy of the House of Eads from Ireland.” Darcy did not look the typical princess. She has short curly orange hair and stunning green eyes. Her beige skin was spotted with freckles and her nose was pierced with a bull ring piercing. She had an air of mystery that intrigued both Y/N and Tom. She wore a leather jacket with a dark red camisole and a shark tooth hung from her neck. Her dark blue jeans were tuck into her dark black leather biker boots. Her fingers were adorned with rings, which were cold against Tom’s hand, “Nice to meet you, Holland. Can’t wait to get to know you more.” Before Tom could answer, she walks off toward Nancy who takes Darcy to her room. “She seems pretty badass,” Tom says to Y/N who agrees with him.

“Ms. Farryn Graham from England.” Farryn’s dark skin looks beautifully soft and her beautiful dark brown hair was tied back in a perfect ponytail. She wore a red plaid shirt and jean overalls with tanned Timberlands. She shakes both Tom’s and Y/N’s hand with a warm smile on her face. “I can’t wait to experience this new adventure with you.” Tom gives her a smile and tells her, “Well I am glad that you can be a part of this adventure with me as well.” The next person to be announced was, “Princess Lalia of the House of Maris from Greece.” In walks a perky girl with long light brown hair that went to her waist. Her emerald eyes sparkled so brightly just like her smile. “Hiya, I am Lalia! I am really excited to be here. Do you have Netflix right? I really can’t go anywhere without being able to watch Riverdale. This is so exciting, I really can’t wait to get to know you. Hi, you must be Y/N! I love your outfit, you look so pretty! Well, that lady over there seems to want me to go with her, so I am going to go! Byeeee,” she babbles in a strong Greek accent then she runs off after Nancy. She was wearing a black lace dress that looked like Veronica’s dress from Riverdale. She wore Jughead’s beanie and dark red heels. “She was very talkative,” Y/N comments as they wait.

Before she was announced into the room, the following suitor walks into the room and in a confident manner. She had beautiful dark brown hair and eyes; she reminded Y/N of Yasmin from Doctor Who. Ironically she wore a Doctor Who tee-shirt with a galaxy cardigan and black skinny jeans. Her black vans had a TARDIS on the side and you can tell that she is a fan. “Listen, I was not really too keen on doing this, but I thought that this was a good way to meet people. I want to say that I am looking for a relationship, but the reality is that I would rather just be friends. Maybe, later on, we can see where this goes,” she says before she walks out of the room without anyone saying anything else. That was definitely an unusual way to introduce yourself to a prince. “That was Miss Nella Khan from England, the following suitor is Princess Jensine of the House of Kaas from Denmark. Your Highness,” Timothy declares. In walks a tall female wearing a beige romper and black flats. In her hands was a white ceramic container and that peaked Y/N’s interest. She had dark blonde hair that is in a pixie cut and stunning greyish green eyes. “Hello, I am Jensine and it is very nice to meet you. I am very excited to learn more about you and your amazing country. I have prepared for you æbleskiver. It’s basically Danish pancakes with a filling inside. They are very good!” she exclaims happily. She gives Y/N hug and then hands her the container full of the Danish pancakes. Jensine then goes over to Tom and gives him a hug as well. Nancy calls her over and she happily follows her.

“Three more to go,” Y/N sighs as they wait for the next person to come in. “Miss Primrose Quincey from England.” She wore a black shirt that said Winner with red flannel and light blue jeans with purple vans. “Hi, this is palace is really big and I really need the bathroom,” she informs the pair. Primrose wasn’t scared to say what is on her mind because any normal person wouldn’t have just said that in front of a prince. Y/N had also noticed that she had an American accent. Tom let’s out a chuckle and points her in the direction of the bathroom. Y/N watches the dark brown hair and light brown eyed female runs off in the direction of the bathroom. “I like her, she’s not afraid to say anything in front of me,” Tom comments. “Yeah, that’s true. I have never seen anyone rather be in a bathroom than with you,” she teases. Tom just shakes his head as the following person to walk in.

“Princess Rosetta of the House of Sabato from Italy.” She has pretty curly auburn hair and light blue eyes. Freckles spot her face which adds to her beauty. She wore a pastel pink dress that went past her knees with a thin light brown belt around her waist. She wore a white lace cardigan with brown ankle-high boots. “Hey, you have a really lovely place, your highness. Your family are very lovely people. They have been very kind to me and I couldn’t be more grateful,” she remarks sweetly with a huge smile on her face. “Well, thank you! You are very kind as well. I am very glad that you could join us,” Tom voices to her with a smile on his face. She looks at Y/N and gives her a smile, “You are very kind and pretty. I have seen you at some events and have always wanted to talk to you, but you are always helping people and talking to everyone.” Y/N’s face heats up at how nice she is being and tells her thank you. Another conversation couldn’t be held because of the fact that Nancy had asked to take Rosetta to her room.  Timothy enters the room with the last contestant and announces, “Finally, Miss Mabel Newman from England.” Mabel walks in with confidence and pride. She wore a colourfully knitted hoodie with black leggings and biker boots. Her long wavy ombre brown that frames her face perfectly. Her hazel eyes stood out in the crowd of the rest of the suitors and she looks very nice and sweet. However, Y/N doubted that Mabel was only what she seemed because of the vibe she got from her. Tom didn’t seem like he got the same vibe based on the conversation that Y/N is eavesdropping on. Tom seemed to have been sold on the whole nice girl act.  

Tom and Y/N collapse onto Y/N’s bed after their long morning with meeting the suitors. “So what did you think about the girls?” Tom asks his best friend for advice. Y/N takes a moment to think, “They seem cool. Although Adalyn and Mabel give me this vibe that I can’t really explain, it could just be me. You shouldn’t base your opinions on your maybe future wife based on what I say.” Tom understood what she was saying and he respected her opinion. “Well, since you won’t be the only female in the palace for a while now. I think we should go out together only the two of us. Just in case I don’t have time while the females are over. What do you think?” Tom questions her. Y/N smiles at him and gets up from the bed, “I think we should go down to the beach. How about you?” Tom jumps up from his bed and runs out to his room. Y/N took that as a sign that they were going, so she prepared her stuff to go. She got out her one piece with the sleeves that go off her shoulders. The pastel blue bathing suit was decorated with pink coronations. She grabs sunscreen, a floppy sun hat and sunglasses. She packs them in her beach bag, then goes to grab her book,  portable speaker, and towel. She packs a pair of underwear and puts on her clothes before running off to Tom’s room. “Hey, you almost done?” she calls to him while she pounds on his door. “Yeah,” he replies to her as he opens the door with a bag on his back.

They walk down toward the water on the calm and isolated beach. This was the Holland’s family private beach, so it was only the two of them alone with a few security guards walking patrolling the beach. Y/N places her towel in front of the beach tent and kicks off her sandals. “You know the pool chairs a probably more comfortable than the sand, right?” Tom informs the young female. She looks at him and pats the spot beside her, “Yeah, but if I am in the tent then I am not going to be in the sunlight. Now, come here please so that you can help me with my sunscreen and then I can do yours. You definitely don’t want to get a sunburn again, Tommy.” He obeys her order and sets his towel next to hers. He grabs the sunscreen bottle and starts putting some on him; Y/N grabs the bottle to start doing the same thing and when they get to their backs, they helped each other out. Once they got the sunscreen settled, Tom calls over Timothy and asks him to bring a beer and virgin sex on the beach. Y/N smiles at the fact that Tom knows her choice of drink and knows that she doesn’t do alcohol, but he should know that because they have been best friends forever. Y/N takes out her book and starts reading her heart out, however she didn’t get to enjoy it very much because someone had ripped the book out of her hand and put it back in her bag. “Love, we came here to hang out together and that’s what we are going to do. Let’s go take a dip,” Tom suggests to her, but she immediately starts shaking her head. “Tommy, it’s too cold.” She starts backing away from him, knowing that he is going to try to pick her up and throw her in the water. “Well, I know you will always be up to making a sandcastle. So let’s go!” he bargains with her.

She decided that she should do this with him, so she grabs some sand building stuff from the tent and goes toward the spot that Tom had chosen for the castle. She sits beside him and they start making a pile of sand for their castle. Timothy is coming back with their drinks in his head and the two of them had just about finished building their castle. They clean off the sand on their bodies in the ocean and go to the lounge in the tent. They sat on the pool chairs, sipping their drinks, and talking about life. “Are you really going to be okay with all the girls at home?” Tom questions his friend. “Yeah, Tom, I am not going to hold you back from doing what you want. It’s going to be something new, but if it means that you may find your happiness then I can survive,”  she promises him, knowing full well that he wouldn’t do this if she didn’t want him to. Tom nods his head in understanding and sits up from the chair, “Okay, I believe you. Now, let’s talk about your birthday. What do you want to do for it?” It took Y/N a while to remember that her birthday was in about two weeks and to think about what she wanted to do for it. “Hmm, I think I just want a movie night with the family and Harrison.” Tom nods his head and starts to plan her party in his head. “I guess the water is warm enough now,” Y/N thinks out loud and a big smile comes up on Tom’s face. Tom picks her up and runs her to the water. They swim around in the water and splash each other like children. There were several times that Tom and Y/N had dunk one another underwater, and by the end of the day, they were both so tired. They made their way back up to the palace and take a shower. Y/N got changed into pyjamas and was lying in bed when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. She tells the person to come in and in walks Tom wearing only his boxers. He lies down beside her on the bed and they continue to talk about life. Tom was planning on going back to his room, but he was so tired that he fell asleep on the bed with Y/N. He subconsciously pulls her into his chest by her waist, even in his sleep he wanted to protect her.

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[southside-vixen]

Fire and Ice (Sweet Pea) 8

Chapter 8. In Your Dreams

AO3

Adrianna Rivera has just made a difficult move from Arizona to the southside of Riverdale. With the history of her life in Phoenix behind her will she be able to find a new family in the Southside Serpents? Or will a certain tall, dark, and rage inducing Serpent cause issues?

The next morning Adria was still wracking her brain trying to figure out what went wrong last night. Tormenting Sweet Pea had always been fun, and easy for that matter. He would get on her nerves and she would return the favor twice over. But last night was different and she couldn’t quite figure out why. Toni hadn’t brought up her exit last night which led her to believe Sweet Pea didn’t say anything about it either.

Then again, why would he?

“You doing okay over there?” Toni asked, her head propped up on her arm. She looked like she was fighting off a hangover, not unlike Adria “You’ve been making faces at the ceiling for a half hour.”

“I’m fine.” She replied, not taking her eyes off the spackled ceiling. She couldn’t figure out why anyone would use spackle. The texture just made the ceiling look pointy and off. “I think.”

“Do you…want to talk about it?” Toni asked, tentatively. This was the first time she’d seen Adria so off. Ideas flew through her head. She watched Sweet Pea exit the bar with Adria over his shoulder. Maybe something happened when he brought her home.

“Not really.” Adria didn’t quite know what was wrong herself. Only that something felt fundamentally wrong. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

The following week went by the same as usual. Adria was back to herself minus the nagging part in the back of her brain trying to figure out what the issue was. It was Wednesday when the announcement happened. They were closing Southside High down for good.

The reception to the announcement was mixed. Half the students would be going to Riverdale High and the other half would be going to other schools in the district depending on location. Sunnyside Trailer Park was in the area headed to Riverdale. Surprisingly enough Sweet Pea and Fangs were ecstatic, Toni was fairly excited as well. New books, new classrooms, actual working computers. All perks of the new school. Although Adria enjoyed being able to underachieve she was looking forward to having bathroom stalls with doors on them.

Adria walked out the front doors of Southside High, bidding a mental farewell to her makeshift home after everything fell apart. Toni sat on the front steps with Jughead, the two lucky assholes had a free last period.

“Oh hey, Ads.” Toni smiled “I was just reading Jughead’s new work. He wrote it on his new typewriter that Betty got him” she flashed Jughead a look before looking back at her friend

“I said no comment.” Jughead sighed, letting out a small chuckle “How have you been Adria? It’s been a while.” It had. She had seen Jughead around but he seemed preoccupied and they hadn’t really talked since the library.

“Good and bad. Kind of sad this place is closing down since it was starting to feel like home, but then again clean bathrooms so who am I to complain?”

“What, hold up. What?” Toni looked shocked, it was entirely possible they didn’t hear the announcement since they were outside for last period.

“Woo!” Adria wasn’t able to say anything before Sweet Pea and Fangs burst through the door with a group of Serpent boys behind them “Say goodbye to this hellhole!” Sweet Pea laughed

“Where are we going to go then?” Jughead looked confused, he had been at Southside even less time than she had so it had to be more jarring for him

“Riverdale High.” Sweet Pea explained “Along with Topaz, Rivera, and pretty much everyone else at Sunnyside. Think of all those Northside heads we’ll get to knock” He and Fangs started throwing mock punches at each other and Adria couldn’t help from roll her eyes. Toni seemed to have the same sentiment.

Jughead however seemed more than shocked. Like this was the last thing he could have wanted. Odd since she could have sworn Toni told her that he transferred from Riverdale. He could just fall back into place.

Toni opted to continue hanging out with Jughead to help him read through whatever thing he was writing this time. Adria rode home with Fangs and bid each other goodbye at their front doors. Not like that would stop either of them from bothering the other later if they felt like it.

“Ness?” She shouted to no response. She checked out the window again and sure enough her car was in the driveway. She searched the few rooms that the trailer contained and found nothing. Adria took a deep breath and braved the descent down to the basement, spider webs and all, to find Ness and FP.

“Adria!” She looked up from her work, startled to see her niece “You shouldn’t be down here. If social services finds out…”

“Relax, Ness. I’m not a narc” she scoffed “Just here to tell you the news.”

Ness looked at FP and then back to Adria “Well since you two haven’t formally met, FP this is my sister’s daughter Adria. Adria, this is FP. Leader of the Serpents.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you Adria.” FP came over and shook her hand “All good things I promise” he let out a bit of a chuckle

“Likewise” Adria smiled back “I know your son from school.” Adria turned back to Ness “Speaking of school they just announced that effective immediately everyone at Sunnyside is to be transferred to Riverdale High.”

FP let out a heavy sigh “That’s my cue to leave. I’ll need to talk to Jughead about all this, he won’t be happy. I’ll talk to you more about business later, Ness.” He turned to make his exit “It was nice meeting you Adria”

“You too”

Just like that FP disappeared out the door leaving only Ness and Adria. “How do you feel about all that?” Ness asked “I know it’s a lot of moving around in a short period of time. Riverdale high isn’t too bad of a drive. Definitely not walking distance though.”

“I’ll ride with Fangs like I usually do when I don’t walk with Toni. I’m sure Toni can get a ride with Sweet Pea.” Adria shrugged.

Ness laughed “The parents definitely won’t like all the riff raff riding in on motorcycles to corrupt their perfect children” she rolled her eyes “Just prepare yourself for some backlash. It’s not you, there’s just a lot of tension in this town between the north and south side.”

“So I’ve been told” Adria leaned up against a table “I’ve survived worse gossip about me I’m sure.”

“I’m not too worried, you’re tough as nails. Just like your aunt.”

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The next morning Adria stared at the outfit she picked out for the first day at Riverdale High. She glanced over at Toni who was sizing herself up in the mirror, looking equally nervous.

“This is going to be terrible isn’t it?” Adria asked

“Most likely.” Toni let out a heavy sigh “I’ll be surprised if one of the guys doesn’t get himself suspended today from getting in a fight.”

Adria threw on a high waisted denim skirt, an old serpent tee that she tied at the bottom, and a pair of old motorcycle ankle boots before throwing on the worn down leather jacket Ness gave her.

“Let’s get this over with then.”

The ride to Riverdale High didn’t take nearly as long as she would have liked but at least she arrived with Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea. They met up with a few other Serpent teens in the parking lot and all walked through the doors of Riverdale for the first time together.

The day went about as well as she hoped. A few of the students set up some sort of welcome desk for locker assignments and class schedules. However it didn’t take long for the real Riverdale High to show its ugly head.

“Here’s the school spirit I so fondly remember” Jughead said from beside them. Coming down the stairs was a tall red headed girl, dressed head to toe in red followed by a brawny brunette boy and a group of cheerleaders and boys in letterman jackets.

“Reminds me of how I used to be in Phoenix.” Adria whispered to Toni

“Cheryl.” The girl leading the welcome table said, the same one from the night at Karaoke who ran off “No one invited fascist Barbie to the party.”

The red head, Cheryl, smiled back at her “Wrong, Veronica. No one invited South Side scum to our school” she then turned to face the Serpents “Listen up Raggamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale High’s above average GPA to dip because of classrooms overcrowded with underachievers.”

Adria could feel the rage coming off of Toni, it was starting to seem like she would be the first to start a fight and not any of the guys. But Adria would be right behind her. She had never been in a fight before but that wouldn’t stop her from backing up her best friend.

“Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face.” Toni stepped forward to close this distance between her and Cheryl. Adria fell right in line beside her.

“Happily, Queen of the Buskers.” Cheryl closed some of the distance herself

“Okay everyone. “ The red head known as Archie stepped in between the two “Let’s just put our Northside-Southside differences aside.”

“Did you forget” The brawny brunette standing next to Cheryl stepped in “That these greasers were at your door ready to kick your ass?”

“We’re happy to finish what we started” Sweet Pea stepped in, looking for his own fight.

“We’re not here to take orders from someone who waved a gun around in our face” Adria interjected, starting to feel her anger swell up as well. It wasn’t long ago that she would have been Cheryl. A queen bee ready to step on anyone who didn’t worship the ground she walked on. It sucked being on the other side of it.

“That’s enough pomp and circumstance.” The man who she assumed was the principal stepped into the hallway “Go to class. Now.”

Soon enough everyone started dispersing, but Adria looked at Toni. Where were they supposed to go? They never even got their schedules.

When everyone finally figured out where they were supposed to be, they all went their separate ways to their first class. Adria was cursed with having math. Sure enough, people stared at her and the other serpent in her class. They not so quietly whispered and passed notes and she was already over it. She wasn’t sure how she would tolerate a day here let alone the rest of high school.

The minutes ticked on until they turned into hours and by the time lunch came she met up with Toni, Fangs, Jughead, and Sweet Pea in the student lounge. Thankfully there were only a few Northsiders scattered about and most of them she recognized from the registration desk that morning.

They were making casual small talk about classes and the like until the girl named Veronica appeared with a large smile on her face. One that very much looked forced.

“We haven’t formally met. I’m Veronica Lodge” She held out her hand to Toni, who shook it

“Of the Park Avenue Lodges” Jughead interjected, making himself sound hoity toity.

“Toni. Topaz.” Toni said, forcing herself to smile a little as well

“Ah like the gemstone.” She smiled again “And you are?” she held out her hand to Adria

“Adria Rivera. Of the Mexico City Riveras.” She attempted to mimic Veronicas tone as she shook her hand. Veronica’s smile faltered for a moment, while the other Northsiders around her were clearly frowning. She could feel they were slightly afraid of her now. Good. Let them be.

“Adria. I’ve heard about you from Betty.” She said.  Jughead must have told Betty about the dangerous cartel girl. “Seems we have a lot in common. My dad just got out of jail.”

Adria raised an eyebrow. She’d have to ask Jughead about that later.

“Well..” the girl beside her started “Im Josie…formerly of the Pussycats…now just Josie.” Her sadness was apparent. Although Adria wasn’t sure if the Pussycats were a band, some sports group, or even some sort of weird gang.

Then again she hung out with kids in a gang called the Serpents.

“All of you. Out here immediately” She didn’t even notice the principal come in but his voice sounded serious. And angry. The lounge filed out to the front hallway to notice a snake tag over the school seal. The Serpents looked at each other confused. It couldn’t have been any of them.

“As you can see Principal Weatherbee” The brawny brunette from earlier said “They have to tag their turf.”

“Can you be any more transparent, Reggie?” Veronica groaned, clearly annoyed with the situation as well. The boy nodded at her after a second of thought. Adria wasn’t sure if he knew what transparent even meant.

“That’s it. From this moment on there will be no gang activity.” Weatherbee was firm “All gang paraphernalia including Serpent jackets are banned.” There was some protest coming from the crowd behind her “And all tattoos are to be covered. Anyone who doesn’t comply will be suspended.”

Adria supposed it couldn’t get any worse.

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After school they all went to the Wyrm to try to decompress. Classes were definitely harder and the teachers actually expected something of them. The stares and blatant hostility toward them wasn’t helping either.

Toni and Jughead were arguing about the new school circumstances while Sweet Pea played arcade games. Adria didn’t catch much while she stared into her social media accounts but something about ‘discrimination’ and ‘what’s next, mind control?’ She could practically hear Toni rolling her eyes.

She continued to scroll through Fangs’ snapchat which had some brief pictures of him hanging out with the girl from FP’s retirement party. It felt like soon she would just be left with Sweet Pea since Toni was hanging around Jughead more and more.

She contemplated finding her own ‘special friend’ but dismissed the thought almost immediately. No one here caught her eye. Sure there was no shortage of good looking guys at school and in the Serpents but no one sparked her interest. Maybe she was just cursed to be alone.

“Guys, I gotta go. My dad’s calling.” The strange number showed up on her phone again and her eyes immediately lit up. At least she still had one man in her life. Adria waved the group goodbye and talked to her dad on the walk home. Of course it was more bad news. The prosecution was dragging everything out to find more evidence and he still wasn’t any closer to getting out. His lawyers were working overtime and it seemed like the state was throwing everything they could at him. It was apparent they were making an example of him. They couldn’t touch any of her uncles in Mexico so they would show them what happens if they screw up on US soil.

It was completely unfair and Adria was suffering for it. The initial hope of being back home before the spring was gone. She was quickly losing hope that she would even make it back before she was 18. Although she had friends here now so surely it couldn’t be that bad. But the more she wanted to be here with her new friends the worse she felt. This wasn’t her life.

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Hours passed since her phone call with her dad left her with more bad news. Ness hadn’t returned home yet so she resigned herself to eating frozen potato skins and watching the home improvement network.

“That paint color suuuuucks.” Adria groaned, taking a sip of whatever awful beer Ness had in the fridge. She let out a deep sigh “This is more fun with Fangs.” She flipped through a few more channels, shoving potato skins into her mouth. At least with Ness and Toni gone she didn’t have to worry about how she looked.

Her channel flipping was interrupted by a knock on the door. The knock alone was concerning enough. Ness and Toni didn’t need to knock since they both had keys. She was also pretty sure last time Fangs showed up he just walked in. Did Sunnyside have girl scouts? There was an abundance of weed downstairs. Some samoas and tagalongs would go well with the munchies.

Adria shook the crumbs off her shirt and answered the door. Unfortunately for her the person there was far too tall to be a girl scout.

“Hey. Can I come in?” Sweet Pea asked. Adria sized him up, trying to figure out his motive. She couldn’t think of any reason why he would show up without Fangs forcing him to.

“Ness and Toni aren’t here.” Adria explained

“We need to talk.”

Adria’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but for some reason she let him in anyway. The pair stood awkwardly in the living room as they waited for the other to say something. Anything really. The silence was quickly driving her crazy. How many beers did she have again?

“Sweet Pea, why are you here?” Adria rubbed her temples

“FP’s party the other night. You were acting weird so I came to make sure everything was okay.”

Surprising. Very surprising.

“Yeah, I’m fine. No need to worry about me.”

He stopped for a moment and just stared at her before letting out a small sigh.

“Okay enough with the bullshit. We both know why I’m here.” Adria raised an eyebrow at him before he continued “I see the way you look at me”

She was immediately taken aback. She opened her mouth to speak but immediately shut it again. What in the hell was happening?

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. I don’t look at you any different than Fangs or Toni” She argued

Lie.

Sweet Pea let out a small chuckle and moved a few steps forward. Adria struggled to maintain the distance by moving a few steps back

“You mean all this time I haven’t been catching you staring when you think I’m not looking?”

“Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t stare. Maybe you’re delusional because you’re the one staring at me.”

Lie.

The distance continued to close and Adria felt herself up against the wall with nowhere left to go. Why did the trailer have to be so damn small?

“So you’re saying that you don’t want me right now?” He stood maybe a foot away from her at this point, the glint apparent in his eyes. Adria felt her heart rate pick up the pace to the point where it felt like it was ready to beat out of her chest.

“Not in the slightest.”

Another lie.

“How is it that you come from a family of liars and I still can’t believe a word you’re saying right now?” He moved to brush a piece of hair that fell in her face. Carefully tucking it behind her ear, letting his hand linger there. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was driving her crazy.

“That’s because-“

She was immediately cut off by his lips on hers and the flood gates broke. Adria wrapped her arms around his neck and entangled her hands in his hair. She needed to be as close as possible. His tongue grazed against her bottom lip and she immediately let him in. Why did she fight this for so long?

She felt him smile before he pulled away and looked down at her.

“I bet you wish you weren’t going to wake up now.” His smile was as confident as ever

“What?” She asked

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Adria shot up in her bed as her alarm went off. She looked over at the clock. 7 Am. She immediately collapsed back into bed and shoved the pillow over her head, letting out a small muffled scream. This couldn’t be happening.

Adrianna Luz Rivera does not catch feelings.

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[pentagoetpuffin]

Walk the Line

Chapter 1: Hurt

The first thing that I did when I arrived in my hometown was to stop for food at my favourite diner. Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe was the heart of Riverdale and no matter what was going on, Pop’s was a haven for all. The food was beyond fantastic, the milkshakes were timeless, and the company, irreplaceable. My friends and I would find ourselves in the booths of Pop’s nearly every evening. It was where everyone went on their first date, including me.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard the iconic tinkling of the bell. It sounds stupid when I think about it now, but when I heard that, I felt warm inside. I felt safe. I knew that Pop Tate would do anything to protect the patrons of his diner.

“Hey, what’s a girl gotta do to get a cheeseburger, a vanilla shake, and some of those cheese fries with the cheese on the side around here?” I said as I walked up to the counter smiling. It was the first time I’d smiled in a while and it just felt so foreign.

Pop Tate turned around and chuckled. “Well, I’ll be! I still remember the only kid that asked for cheese on the side so they could dip their fries in it. Miss Ivers, how have you been?” He came out from behind the counter and gave me a hug. That was foreign too. I hadn’t been hugged in years.

I faked a bigger smile. If I wanted to get used to smiling again I’d have to learn to fake it until I made it. “I’m fantastic, Pop. How’s the diner?”

“Oh, she’s had her ups and downs but we’re still going.” He smiled more and walked back behind the counter. “Now, your order, for here or to go?”

“Can’t stay. I’ve gotta find a hotel to crash in for the night.”

“To go it is. It’ll be right up. You can go have a seat in your usual booth.”

“Thanks, Pop. I can always count on you.” I looked out the window only to see raindrops start to fall in the light of the neon signs that illuminated the exterior of the Chock’lit Shoppe. I gave a small sigh and walked to the left, to the same booth that my friends and I would sit in whenever we’d come to Pop’s. Nothing had changed except the clientele. Everyone that was here when I was all had kids and it was their kids who filled the red vinyl booths.

It was then that I heard that bell again. This time though it filled me with dread. I had no idea who would be walking in the door or if they would even notice me. If they did, would they remember me? It was something that I wanted to avoid altogether so I took the hood of my sweatshirt and put it up to cast a shadow over my face. I was beginning to have second thoughts about returning home.

“Welcome back, Sheriff.” I heard Pop say as a man in a police uniform walked in with three children. One was in a wheelchair. She had dark fuchsia hair with streaks in a darker shade of purple. Another barely looked as if she was 13 but you could tell that she’d seen too much for anyone of her age. The boy, probably a senior in high school and most definitely the first girl’s twin, wore a denim shearling jacket, a flannel tied around his waist, and a beanie that looked like a crown. They all looked so much alike. If they were who I thought they were, I had to get out of there immediately. It would be one thing to get recognised by someone that I went to high school with, who barely knew me, but to be recognised by someone who you were probably the closest to in your life, someone who would ask questions, someone who you’d have to lie to…I didn’t want to get him involved.

The girl in the wheelchair rolled by me to the booth adjacent to mine. She set herself up at the end of the table and smiled as her siblings sat down with her. Their father was up at the counter talking to Pop Tate. I heard his last words to Pop as he turned and walked towards the booth his children were sitting at. “The usual, Pop.” If I didn’t recognise his voice right away, I recognised his face as soon as he took off his hat. It was the one person I was so afraid it would be, FP Jones.

I immediately got up keeping my head down, hood up, and arms crossed in front of me as if it would protect me and make me less noticeable. That was my first mistake though. I wasn’t watching where I was going and in just a few steps I collided with the man who would come to my rescue in my darkest hour. I just didn’t know it yet.

“Whoa, hey, you alright?” A hint of concern could be heard in his voice as he backed up.

“Sorry,” I said in haste as I pushed passed him. I made it to the door and looked back at Pop Tate. “Just cancel my order, Pop. I’ve gotta run.” I could hear FP call behind me, wanting me to stop.

I didn’t realise how hard it had started to rain until I stepped onto the stairs outside. It was slick and before I was even onto the first step, I slipped and fell down the stairs into a puddle that was forming at the bottom. I didn’t move though. I was too tired, too upset to move. I thought that returning to Riverdale would be the best thing for me but now I was starting to second guess my decision even more than before. Things weren’t working out how they should at all.

I heard the bell above the door again and immediately I felt my hood leave my head. “Artemis? What the hell are you doing here?” FP asked, his level of concern having grown drastically from just a few seconds ago.

I threw my arms out and pushed him away from me, my brown hair now, fully soaked by the torrential downpour, falling into my eyes. “Get away! Don’t come near me! Just stay away!” I screamed.

“Temi, what’s going on? What are you doing here?” He got closer to me again, trying to get me to calm down.

Grabbing his shirt in my fists, I looked him straight in the eyes. “Just stay away from me! Forget I was even here! I don’t want you caught up in any of this!”

“Caught up in—” It was then that he saw the pure terror in my eyes, the scars on my chin and in my eyebrow, my slightly crooked nose that had been broken a few times. He saw the scar under my eye and the superficial wounds and bruises on my temple and cheekbone. “What happened to you?” His voice was hollow. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t concerned. He wasn’t disappointed. He wasn’t scared. No, this is the way his voice sounded when he was all of those at once.

“Nothing,” I said sternly and tried to get away, but he grabbed my chin and turned my head from side to side, taking in every scar. “Get off of me, FP!” I tried to push him away again, but he didn’t budge.

“Artemis, who did this to you?”

“None of your business!” I snapped and pulled away. I fell backwards into the puddle, tears still streaming down my face. I was soaked, head to toe, in a place I thought I would be safe, in a place that I thought I’d be able to blend in. I was wrong. I don’t think I ever realised how much of a mess I was because of my awful marriage. I should’ve gone somewhere completely different. I should never have involved anyone in this town.

I felt FP’s arms around me, helping me up. He brought me to my feet but it was almost like my body refused to stand on its own like it wanted to just stay in that puddle all night. “Artemis listen to me. Listen to me!” He tried to hold me but I just pounded my fists on his chest weakly. My legs didn’t hold me very long. I started to fall back to my knees, but FP just held me and refused to let me go no matter how much I begged and pleaded.

Over my sobs, I heard that bell above the door again. I knew that it had to be his kids standing there because I could hear his voice reverberate in his chest. “Jughead, help me get her up. Tarot, you’re driving to the hospital. It’s got integrated hand controls, don’t worry. I made sure of that. The keys are in the ignition. Jellybelly, go get in the cruiser.”

I felt someone else’s arms around me, helping me up. I’d cried so hard that I’d given myself a migraine and teetered on the edge of consciousness. By the time I was in the police cruiser, I’d fallen off that edge and into unconsciousness. I was told though that Sheriff FP Jones and his children rushed me to the hospital with sirens blaring and the blue lights flashing. Though, I wouldn’t hear of this until the next afternoon when I woke up in a bed at Riverdale General Hospital.

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[malereader-inserts]

In the Name of Family

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: FP Jones & Son!Reader, Jughead & Brother!Reader Summary: The Jones’ family knows what family means. Word Count: 1531 Warning: Blood, Injury

FP was, admittedly, a very protective father. He admits to being a shit father, but when he saw his boys fight for his second chance, he knew that he had to clean up his act and start fighting for them. FP Jones would give his whole life if it means his boys were to be safe and unharmed.

You and Jughead were close, almost attached by the hip. So, when you defended him and took a stabbing. Jughead was fucking losing it, his hands covered in blood as his eyes welled up with tears. Archie had to drive your unconscious body quickly to the hospital.

“Juggie, he’ll be fine,” Archie soothes, watching his best friend pacing the hospital floors covered in his brother’s blood.

“And what if he isn’t Archie?” Jughead stressed out, his hands were shaking, “What if he dies because I was stupid not to pay attention, it’ll be my fault.”

“Jughead, listen to me,” Archie grabbed Jughead’s shoulders and the boy angrily looked at his friend, “He would do it over again and not regret it. I know you would do the same for him because your bond as brother is hard to break. He would protect you even if it means to take his life away just like you would.”

Jughead broke down as Archie pulled him in, allowing the Jones to break down in arms. 

Jughead cleaned up at Archie’s house, washing his bloody clothes and staying over at his house. He never told his dad about the recent incident and made Archie pledge that he would not tell FP until you were released from the hospital.

As FP was out, and unknown to the situation, as Jughead grabbed you your clothes before heading back to the hospital. Jughead had been filling you in with the latest news as he never left your side.

“You know you didn’t have to stay,” You mumbled as Jughead helped you get changed out of the hospital gown and into some comfy clothes.

Your joggers hugging your waist and your pastel blue jumper keeping you warm as a shiver runs down your spine. 

“This totally screams serpent, doesn’t it?” You mocked tiredly

Jughead ties the last of your shoe before looking at you, “Does it matter? I rather have you be comfortable and not cause any more problem with your injury.”

You smiled softly as your hand was resting in the back of his neck, you pulled him into a hug, “I wouldn’t trade anyone for you, bro.”

The moment was interrupted as the doctor comes striding into the room. You and Jughead let go of the hug as you stared at the doctor, expectedly.

“You were stabbed in the abdomen which means a lot more complication in your road to recovery, it will take longer to heal so check-ups may be required. I order for your recovery to be smooth I suggest you follow my instructions.”

The doctor looks at Jughead, as you listened intensively as well. Fully knowing that your dad will find out about what happened, and he would definitely want to take care of you.

“Keeping the wound dry and clean. Removing the bandage without causing further injuries, cleaning and re-bandaging the wound.” The doctor looked at the pair of you, “Come immediately if any infection signs start to show, and god forbid that happen since you have gone through a lot of trauma.”

“What signs are they?” You questioned.

“Fever or shaking chills, redness or swelling around the wound. An increase in the wound’s size or depth, or bleeding or drainage that does not stop with direct pressure after 5 minutes.”

The doctor had let you go as Jughead met with Archie in front of the hospital. You sat in the back with Jughead, leaning against him.

“Why haven’t you told dad about me?” You asked softly, “Surely it’s hard to keep a secret for a whole week.”

“Dad’s been busy with serpent stuff and he think’s we’ve been crashing at Archie’s.” Jughead shrugs his shoulder before mumbling an apology to you, “I know dad is going to freak out when he sees you, I wanted to make sure you were okay first, I thought we were going to lose you.”

You hummed as you thank Archie from the ride. Your arm was over Jughead’s shoulder, as his hand was around your waist, guiding you into the trailer house. The house was quiet, so you figured that your dad was out.

You would lie on the hard couch as you waited for your dad to return. Even taking a nap but only to wake up with Jughead tapping you away.

“Hmh?” You groggily spoke.

“How are you feeling?” Jughead questioned as he sat down on the other couch.

You gave him a look as Jughead softly smile, “How are we going to tell dad?”

“Tell dad what?” 

FP comes in with a bright smile, happy to see his boys returning home. In his hands was a Pop’s take out. FP watched as Jughead cast a nervous look to your direction as you looked unbothered. FP sits down in the armchair looking at the boys confusingly.

“Are we keeping secrets now?” FP jokes, as you chuckle a bit.

“We would never dad...” You jokey tone falling flat as you sounded uncertain, “Man, I’m starving.”

“Luckily, I got extra.” FP smiled as he was digging into the bag to give you some food.

You sat up, quickly excited for food but groan as a stabbing pain shoots through you. Jughead’s eyes cast towards you as FP snaps his head up to you.

“Ah fuck,” You softly mumbled as your hand found itself nursing the wound.

FP eyes travelled to your hand, before looking at Jughead, who instinctively stood up for his brother. FP had abandoned the food as you looked at them with tears in your eyes.

“It ‘urts,” You murmured, your hand gripping your shirt as if it was something to calm you down with the pain.

FP was by your side in an instant as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a loving stronghold. Studying Jughead, who was watching his brother sob into their father.

“What were you hiding?” FP asked calmly, anger wanted to fill him up, but he needed to stay calm.

“(Y/n) was stabbed, it should have been me, but he protected me.” Jughead spoke hesitantly, “Some gang jumped us and Archie, one of them had a knife and I don’t know what happened. I just remember (Y/n) on the floor.”

Jughead looked pale, subconsciously stepping back and falling back onto the seat he was occupying. His hands found his face as you felt guilt slowly eat him up.

“There was so much blood, dad,” Jughead whispered, FP’s heart broke at the statement, “I couldn’t lose him, I put myself before you, dad, and...and I know I should have told you, but every night for a week I couldn’t bring that disappointment in you. For not protecting him.”

“Jug,” FP spoke softly, beckoning Jughead over, who reluctantly did, “I would never be disappointed in you, your brother would have done the same.”

You had calmed down as you gripped your father’s leather jacket, your knuckles turning white.

“But, right now, we need to take care of him. We can deal with whoever messes with our serpent tomorrow. But, (Y/n) needs his family.”

While Jughead was forced to go back to school, FP nursed you back to health, even when you had become sick. FP was running around, making sure you weren’t getting an infection as Jughead recited the way to help you recover. FP had to make sure you didn’t have a fever that spiked over 101.

Your hacking and coughing were causing you more pain, but you rather take that than an infection that could be ten times more painful.

“Dad,” You mumbled as FP wrapped the wound.

“What is it bud?” FP asked, his hands gently tending to your wound, “Hurts even more?”

“Feel okay,” You responded tiredly.

FP smiles as he lowers your shirt down. Kissing your forehead in a fatherly manner, brushing your hair away from your eyes.

“You’re going to get better and that bastard can rot in jail when we find him.” FP angrily soothes you, “Jughead has the gang looking for them, you’ll be out in the real world in no time.”

You grinned at your dad, “Thanks, dad.”

FP smiles back, “I gotta do what any other father does for his sons. I may have failed to protect you and your brother, but I am going to do better. I promise.”

“I know, dad,” you reassured, “I believe in you.”

“Now, get some rest bud, if you get even more sick it’ll cause problems with your health. We can’t have that, for both yours and my wellbeing.”

You chuckled at his lame joke as your eyes flutter shut. You had mumbled one last thing as rest took over you, making FP’s heart swell bigger and a grin permanently on his face for a few days.

“You make me proud, dad.”

That’s all he needed to keep fighting for you and Jughead.

#fp jones x male reader #jughead jones x male!reader #jughead jones #fp jones #fp jones imagine #jughead jones imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagines #platonic

[steviemae]

make me yours // ff

a long Fangs smut for @dontaskshhhhh because i haven’t written and Fangs smut yet and she wanted one. enjoy!!

warning: smut!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You arrived late to the party that Betty was throwing Jughead for his birthday at the Wyrm. Forgetting your gift and having to go back to your house to get it, then forgetting your phone and jacket laying on the back of the couch, not realizing it until you were halfway there so you had to turn back around to get them. But you were finally here at the Wyrm and more than ready to party. You walked in and were immediately greeted with loud music and obnoxious drunk people. Spotting Betty at a table with Veronica and Toni, the boys playing pool right next to them.

“Y/n, you made it! We were beginning to worry. It’s not like you to miss a party.” Veronica said giving you a hug.

“I was forgetful, but i’m here now.” you said. You greeted Toni, who you had met through Cheryl already and gave Betty a hug before walking over to the pool table to give Jughead his gift.

“Juggy, happy birthday!” you hugged him tight before handing him his gift. He ripped the paper off and smiled widely, “Stephen King’s Misery.”

“The only Stephen King book you haven’t read, but you know it’s my favorite. What better way to get you to read it than to gift it for your birthday.” you said making him laugh.

“I’ll be sure to text you to discuss at the end of every chapter.” He said thanking you before sitting it on the table with the rest of the gifts.

“You haven’t met Fangs and Sweet Pea, have you?” you shook your head, “nope, only Toni and that’s because of Cheryl.” you answered.

“This is Sweet Pea.” He said pointing to the tallest who gave you a dude nod, “And this is Fangs.” He said pointing to the shorter one of the two. He gave you a smirk while also dude nodding like Sweet Pea.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” you smiled.

“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.” Fangs said taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it. You blushed slightly before turning and walking back over to the girls. You chatted while the boys finished their game of pool. Eventually, their game ended and they made their way over to you.

“What do you say, we take this party elsewhere?” Jughead said kissing Betty’s neck making her shy away and blush, but agree nonetheless.

“Has anyone seen Archie?” Veronica said making Sweet Pea point to the bar where Archie was downing shots, “Of course, i should probably get him home. See you guys at school.” She gave you a quick hug before gathering up a very drunk Archie and heading out for the night. Sweet Pea left to play one of the older guys in pool and Toni left to hang out with Cheryl.

“And then there were two,” Fangs said taking a seat in the chair that was next to you.

“And so there was.” you smiled at him taking a sip of your drink.

“So you go to Riverdale High?” he asked you making you nod, “Then how come i never see you around?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows.

“I don’t really hang out in the lounge or anything like the rest of the gang. I just go to class, then i go to work and then i go home. The weekends are the only time i hang out with anyone and not everyone gets a long, obviously so the gang gets broken up.” you explained causing Fangs to nod. The rest of the night, you and Fangs sat at that table and talked about everything. You found out his favorite color, that he has an older sister who isn’t a Serpent but is actually a badass. You found out that he’s ridiculously good at math and that he works at an auto shop with Sweet Pea whenever he has free time. And you told him your favorite movie, why your favorite book was your favorite, where you plan on going to college. Fangs was easy to talk to, which you admired. The two of you instantly became close.

You found yourself hanging out with Fangs more than you saw any of your other friends. He’d stop by Pop’s during your shifts and sit at the counter telling you terrible dad jokes until your shift ended and then he’d give you a ride home. On the day’s he couldn’t because he had work, you’d take him some Pop’s knowing he wouldn’t have packed his own lunch and instead chose to stuff his face with chips and soda. You’d go to the Bijou together even if you didn’t like what was playing, you’d go just to talk about how terrible the story line was or how bad the acting was. You and Fangs became best friends, but there was a part of you that couldn’t ignore the way your skin burned whenever his hand brushed yours when you walked side by side, or when his elbow would bump yours when it was resting on the tiny arm rest in between the seats of his truck when he’d take you home after work. You couldn’t ignore the butterflies you felt when your phone would ding and you saw his name on your screen. You couldn’t ignore how your stomach did back flips whenever you heard him say your name. It drove you insane because you didn’t know if he felt those same things.

Fangs was coming over for a chill movie night at yours and you were pacing the floor in your bedroom trying to muster up the courage to ask him if he felt those things. To ask him if he ever thought about you that way. You jumped when you heard the doorbell taking a deep breath in before walking down the hallway to open the door to let Fangs in.

“Hey.” you breathed as you opened the door.

“What’s up, buttercup?” he said putting his hand on your hip and kissing your cheek. Something he had always done every time you saw him and it never failed to make your cheeks burn as a shade of pink washed across them.

“So i brought every scary movie i owned. Let’s get this scary movie night started.” he said jumping over the back of your couch and on his butt in the seat.

“Um, scary movie night? When did we agree to this?” you asked walking over to him.

“We didn’t. But you always choose the movies when we have movie nights so i’m taking over, sweetheart. Now sit down and prepared to be scared shitless.” he said popping in one of the movies he brought. Little did you know, Fangs purposely chose scary movies to have an excuse to hold you in his arms if you got to scared, but what Fangs didn’t know was that you loved scary movies. They didn’t scare you as much as Fangs hoped they would so when you didn’t grip his arm in fear during the first movie, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

When the movie was over you looked over at Fangs noticing his slightly annoyed expression, “You alright?” you asked scooting closer to him.

“Yeah, i just expected you to be scared is all. You didn’t even flinch.” he said looking over at you.

“Scary movies are my favorite. I thought i told you that.” you eyebrows knitted together as Fangs shook his head.

“Wait, did you do this on purpose? Thinking i was going to bury my head in your chest and beg you to hold me?” you asked a teasing smile spreading across  your face.

“Maybe.” he mumbled.

“Okay, i’m going to ask you a question that i’ve been too terrified to ask you since that day we met at the Wyrm.” you said.

“If you’re going to ask me if i like you, the answer is yes. I don’t want to waste time anymore so if you like me to then get over here and kiss me.” he said looking you straight in the eyes as he said it. You moved quick throwing one of your legs over his lap, straddling his hips. Your hands grabbed his face and your lips smacked themselves against his, a heated make out session commencing. Grabby hands were all over your body as yours pulled on his collar and gripped his hair, sliding down his chest and back up to his neck.

“Make me yours, Fangs.” you breathed against his lips making him groan. He stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked the two of you to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and laying you on the bed. He watched as you lay there breathing heavily from your make out session.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to do something?” you asked him making smirk appear on his lips. He tugged his shirt over his head leaving him in just his jeans. He unbuckled his belt before pulling it out of the belt loops of his jeans before walking over to you.

“Take your shirt off.” he demanded. You complied, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side leaving you in nothing but the cloth shorts you were wearing. Fangs smirked seeing that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Hold your hands out, baby. Wrists together.” he said his voice gravely and low. You did as he said holding your wrists together in front of you. He grabbed them with one hand and moved to pin them above your head, taking his belt and wrapping it around your wrists and one of the metal rods in your headboard making sure it was tight enough so you couldn’t slip your hands through but loose enough that it didn’t hurt if you tugged against the belt. Fangs took the opportunity to kiss your exposed breasts leaving hickies wherever he pleased. You gasped when he bit your nipple gently tugging it before sucking on it and doing the same to the other one. He kissed down your stomach, biting here and there but not hard enough to hurt you, stopping when he reached your shorts. He looked up at you making you whine and buck your hips, “use your words, baby. What do you want?” he asked kissing your hip.

“I don’t care, Fangs. Just do something.” you said growing slightly annoyed and pulling at the belt that kept your arms pinned above your head.

“Hmmm, with that attitude i might just stop here. Sit over at your desk until you can tell me what you want.” he said backing away slowly.

“Fangs, i swear to god.” you said pursing your lips in anger and pulling harder against your restrains.

“I gotta say, y/n. You look damn pretty laying there tied up. All hot and bothered for me. All you have to do is tell me what you want.” he teased grazing his fingers over your core.

“God, Fangs. Please just put your mouth on me. Please.” you begged. He had a satisfied smirk on his face as he forcefully ripped your shorts and underwear down your legs not wasting any time letting his mouth devour you. You were a mess of gasps and loud moans, pulling against his belt wanting desperately to tug on his hair. Your senses were flooded with pleasure as you threw your head back, panting Fangs’ name over and over as your hips bucked against his face. His hands grabbed your hips and pinned them to the mattress, holding you there as he continued his assault on your clit. He pulled away suddenly making you whine at the loss of his mouth on you. He used his thumb to stroke your clit teasingly watching as you squirm around trying to create more friction. He slid his index finger into you earning a sigh from you before pulling it out and sliding in a second finger with it. He continued to slowly slide his fingers in and out of you until you whined his name begging him to go faster. He didn’t listen. He slid his fingers all the way in you, curling them in a come here motion hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl and a knot to form in your stomach. He repeatedly curled the tips of his fingers into that spot until you whimpered that you were close. He pulled his fingers out of you quickly, sliding them between his lips and sucking them clean.

“You’re not allowed to cum unless its around my cock, baby. Understood?” you nodded your head, “good.” he said returning his mouth to your clit and sucking harshly then letting his tongue flick over it quickly before pulling away completely. He climbed off the bed unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs, kicking them off to the side before climbing back onto the bed undoing his belt, letting your hands fall free.

“I want you on all fours.” he commanded cupping your cheek and kissing your lips hungrily before he moved back off the bed waiting for you to do as he told. You rolled over onto your stomach pushing yourself up onto your hands and knees making sure to spread your legs and stick your ass in the air, “that’s it, baby. Just like that.” Fangs said giving your ass a sharp smack making you moan softly. You heard the ripping of plastic, assuming it was a condom wrapper, and then the bed dipping as Fangs climbed in behind your legs letting his hands knead the flesh of your ass. He lined himself up with your entrance running his hand up your back and gripping your hair in his hand roughly pulling your head back a bit and pushing his cock into you roughly. You moaned loudly gripping the sheets tightly in your hands telling him just how much you loved the feeling of his cock inside you and how good it made you feel.

“God, baby. You feel so good around me.” he grunted moving his hips faster. You groaned hearing the skin of his hips smack against your ass mixing with his grunts and your moans. It was the most glorious sound in the world to you at the moment. His hand came down and fell sharply on your ass making you moan louder. You knew there would be bruises there tomorrow, but you weren’t complaining.

“Fangs, i’m gonna cum.” you moaned. His hand moved from gripping your ass to your front rubbing tight circles on your clit causing more pleasure to run through your body. You called out his name one last time before your legs started to convulse and your vision became splotchy. Fangs not stopping the rhythmic thrusts of his hips into you coaxing out his own orgasm. He let out a string of curse words mixed in with your name before his thrusts became sloppy as he spilled into the condom. After a second, he pulled out and let go of your hair allowing you to fall to the side, laying down while he threw away the condom. He climbed back in next to you, pulling you into his chest. He cupped your cheek with one hand and pulled you to leave a loving kiss against your lips.

“Go to sleep. I know you’re tired.” he whispered when he pulled away. You nodded, pecking his lips one more time before snuggling into his chest and letting the exhaustion take over.

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[purple-spring]

In here, too.

Post-2x12 extended moment.

Summary: The Jones trailer was a document of their story - of their love, their wounds and their scars. Tonight, they were writing a new chapter.

“Betty’s limbs were imbued with a will of their own, and though she was slowed by the headiness of the moment, she had never felt more sure of herself, or of what she was doing.

He wanted her. Needed her.

And she was going to give it all to him.”

Author’s notes: My first smutty fic, so please be kind! Thank you to the incredible @jandjsalmon and @theatreofexpression for all your help, encouragement and support as I wrote this, and to @aunt-imogene for the gorgeous gif.

Read below the cut, or here on my Ao3.

The Jones trailer was dotted with remnants of their history.

From where she sat, Betty had a clear view of everything. The spot in the living room where he first told her that he loved her. The kitchen counter where he had lifted her roughly, his mouth hot and searching on hers, overcome with passion. The door he creaked open to an ominous crowd of Serpents, who handed him his own jacket. The couch where they had fallen asleep the night they were investigating the Black Hood.

And where they sat now, silently watching TV.

What chapter of our history is this supposed to be? Betty pondered the question as she glanced at him tentatively. They were seated away from each other, their bodies not even touching, yet painfully, the closest they’d been in weeks. Her shoes were off and his beanie was lying flat on the space next to him - small items of clothing discarded casually, as though they were learning to be exposed and unguarded around each other all over again.  

The last 24 hours had been a blur. By some twist of fate, they had fallen into the old rhythms of Betty and Jughead, Sleuthing Duo Extraordinaire, all over again. It felt familiar. It felt right.

But there was something else there - something aching and tender that lingered beneath the dynamic energy that came from bouncing ideas off each other and pursuing leads. To Betty’s surprise, Jughead had broached the subject of their relationship and had been open and vulnerable, apologising to her and owning up to so much - his regret over their breakup, his misdemeanours with Toni, his brief time as a drug mule, and his mutilation of Penny Peabody.

He was laying it all out for her, exposing himself willingly after weeks of shutting himself away from her.

And she was overwhelmed.

What does this mean for us? She looked over to him, fought the urge to reach out and touch his face. Is there still an ‘us’ to be salvaged from the wreck?

Jughead turned the television off. “Good old Hiram Lodge,” he muttered. “I wonder what he’s planning for us. On the Southside.”

She contemplated the question silently. “Maybe we can ask Veronica on Monday.” Oh god, Veronica. Betty winced at the thought of her best friend being drawn into this mess. How does she fit into all this? For the most part, she may have been reeling from the suddenness of being thrust back into Jughead’s sphere again, but still, she couldn’t help but wonder about what would become of them - Veronica, Archie, Jughead, herself. Even Josie and Cheryl. The children of Riverdale. The victims of their parents’ histories.

“Yeah.” Jughead sighed. “Maybe we should just investigate quietly, until we know more.”

Betty nodded, acquiescing.

“We haven’t saved the trailer park yet. And I’m on probation from the Serpents, whatever that means. Because of what I did to Penny.”

What I did to Penny. The thought of it still unsettled her. He hadn’t gone into detail, but Betty knew him enough not to feel angry or incensed - instead, she could only feel unbearable sadness at the desperation he must have been driven to, to feel as though he had no other option than to do what he did.

“But we stopped her from coming back,” Jughead conceded. “ And we got rid of Tall Boy.”

“ We. ” She couldn’t help it. Her face broke out into an involuntary smile. “It’s just nice to hear that again.” And it was. After the many lonely nights that followed their breakup, the dark days of the Black Hood, the emotional rollercoaster of finding her brother and being led into the sordid, clandestine world he inhabited, sitting here with Jughead felt… good. Stable.

He turned to her. “ Look, I’ll be apologising for it for the rest of my life, but I’m sorry. I am.” Betty looked up at him, and saw that his eyes were filled with remorse. “For feeling like I needed to shield you from what I was going through with the Serpents, or… my darkness.” He scoffed at that last word, seeming to cringe at the cliche, but finding nothing better to describe the bleakness of his world without her.

“I can handle it.” And I want to, she added silently.

“I know,” he responded, as if reading her thoughts. “I know you can.”

Betty exhaled. The weight of his words stirred something in her, and suddenly the door she had worked so hard to close since their breakup flew wide open, inviting her to walk through again. And though every part of her longed to do just that, she felt tentative and scared. There was still so much that she needed to tell him. So much that she feared to divulge.

She sighed, her yearning overcome by common sense. “I should probably…” she broke off. You should stay. You should stay. You should stay. “…start heading home.”

The fragile bubble of their moment deflated. But what else was she supposed to do? This had to be enough for her, for now - the simple hope that they weren’t done yet. She needed to leave on that note, because she wanted to fall asleep tonight with that hope tucked away into her heart.

“Or you could stay,” he said, in a half-whisper.

Oh.

Betty stared straight ahead, alarmed by the sudden turn of events and afraid that if she so much as breathed in his direction, she’d betray just how desperately she needed to hear him say that - a direct reversal of their ill-fated conversation in front of the Whyte Wyrm, when he told her to go home. This was anything but that. He was inviting her into his home, into himself. No more pushing each other away.

I guess it didn’t stick, after all.

She exhaled slowly, releasing a breath that had been constricting her chest. She still couldn’t bear to look at him, not now when every part of her - body, heart, mind and soul - was clicking into place as it pointed her to one inevitable conclusion.

“Stay,” he repeated.

His fingers grazed the edge of her dress, a wordless request for her consent. His eyes were fixed on her, all but begging. His mouth hung open, parted as it lingered on the remnants of that single word. Stay.

Betty’s limbs were imbued with a will of their own, and though she was slowed by the headiness of the moment, she had never felt more sure of herself, or of what she was doing.

He wanted her. Needed her.

And she was going to give it all to him.

…

Betty’s heart was clamorous in her chest as their lips met for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She felt curious rather than shocked at the sight of herself climbing up to straddle his lap and pin him against the couch. How did her body even know how to do such things? Then she remembered who she was kissing, remembered that his touch incinerated her unlike anything or anyone she had ever known, and she knew that the answer to that question was tied up entirely in him.

This is your doing, Jughead Jones. This is –

A sharp, metallic sound interrupted her thoughts, and suddenly she was aware of goosebumps raising on the bare flesh on her back as it met the cold air. He had unzipped her dress, and his hands now frantically, expertly grasped the hems, sliding them forward, away from her body.

If there had been any question about where this was going, they were swiftly answered in that one motion. She was now partially naked, her dress bunched around her waist, her silken lavender bra exposed. Hungrily, Jughead continued to kiss her, but his mouth now wandered downwards and away from her mouth, to her neck, her chest, the top of her breasts, leaving a trail of heat in its wake, every coherent thought undone. Underneath her, his desire was making itself evident as she felt his length harden against her, right where she was already growing wetter by the second. On instinct, her hips pressed forward, wanting this, wanting him with a primal, possessive fierceness. He bucked up in response, and she felt a jolt of pure, white-hot pleasure shooting through her body.

“W-wait, wait, wait…” she managed to breathe out. He barely let up, his lips now making quick work of her collarbone. “I need to tell you something.”

If Jughead heard her, it would’ve been entirely accidental. He was completely focused on her, and she remembered now how he always had a thing for kissing her neck, for nipping his teeth at her pulse point in a way that always elicited a breathy moan (which she always had to bite back whenever they were making out on her bed, afraid of the thin walls and of Alice Cooper’s wrath). She knew that if she didn’t physically pull away, he wouldn’t have paid her any heed.

“What?” he panted. “What is it?”

S he felt her body screaming at her, protesting now as Jughead’s lips left her skin. Yes, Betty, it huffed at her. What IS it?

She looked down at him - his head slightly tilted, questioning, his eyes soft and vulnerable but darkened by lust, his face flushed by the heat from its contact with her skin. She had stopped them with the intention of telling him the truth - which truth, she could barely say herself. There were… a few, to put it mildly.

But they were immediately overwhelmed and overtaken by the one truth that mattered most in that moment.

That she loved him. That she never stopped. Couldn’t stop.

And that this - this swirling storm of passion and lust that churned between them, even now as they were parted - was long overdue.

She decided to tell him that truth.

“Nothing,” she whispered in response to his question. Her fingers grazed his bare chest, longing to undo his shirt. “I just… want you. I want all of you. Tonight.”

All of him. Every last inch. Every shade of light and dark. Everything.

If Jughead was impassioned before, her words clearly switched on another gear. She watched him, with a faint sense of pride and smug pleasure, as his eyes grazed greedily over her breasts, evidently seconds away from ravishing them with his mouth.

No, she thought, as she gently tilted his chin up and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Not yet.

Betty needed him in slow motion, at least for now. Needed to savour each second of this encounter. To store up every last frame of it in her memory.

Jughead instinctively picked up on the hint and circled his arms around her bare waist, leaning into the kiss, gentler than before. She sighed into his mouth, their tongues tangling together as they sought a softer intimacy.

How long they spent there, suspended in the leisurely heat of their kiss, Betty had no idea. But as she felt his fingers inching their way up again to the clasp of her bra, she quickly decided that she’d had enough of being the only one naked on the couch. She broke away from their kiss and swiftly pulled him up by his suspenders, which she promptly slid off his shoulders.

Betty saw surprise register on his face at the abrupt change in pace before leaning forward to kiss him again, this time with her hands busy at his shirt. Her fingers sought flesh, and was rewarded when Jughead reached down and unbuttoned the shirt himself. Mirroring his early movements, she gripped the hems and half-tore the garment off his body, freeing his skin so that it was hers to explore. This time, it was her turn to gawk at him - the sinewy muscles of his frame, the slight shadows made by the ripples on his torso.

She had barely finished sweeping her eyes over the expanse of his skin when he pressed his mouth to her left shoulder, the lacy strap of her bra falling off as it gave way to his persistent need to taste her. Leaving a trail of hot breath in their wake, his lips caressed the downward slope of her right breast, and she tilted her head back, closing her eyes in ecstasy as she bit back a cry.

Jughead noticed that and pulled her closer to him, pressing his mouth against her ear. “You’re here with me, Betty, not in your room,” he murmured against her earlobe. “Let me hear you. Please.”

She was so caught up in the urgency of that whisper that she was stunned when her bra suddenly came loose, his clever fingers having worked the clasp, her breasts now freed and exposed to his hungry stare. As he bent down and took one peaked nipple into his mouth, the moans she had worked so hard to stop in her throat pierced the air of the empty trailer, fast and breathless.

“Yeah, Betts, that’s it,” he said, murmuring against her skin. She rocked on top of him, her pussy wet and in desperate need of friction. He was right there with her, thrusting his hardness up against her, and she thought - in between the ministrations of his mouth and the wandering of his hands - that if they kept this up any longer, she’d probably end up reeling over the edge of an orgasm before she even knew it.

Jughead broke away and looked up at her, their eyes level. “Turn around,” he said, his voice low but assertive, no trace of softness or vulnerability evident.

Betty arched an eyebrow at him as she stood up, discarding her dress on the couch, her body completely naked, save for her lacy lavender briefs.

“Wait,” he said, interrupting her as she began to turn. “Can you…? Just stand there for me.”

Betty obeyed him tentatively. They had done some fooling around prior to their break-up, but she had never been this nude in front of him before. His eyebrows were knitted together, his brow furrowed as he looked her over. Betty grew nervous as his silence extended.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, nothing,” he said, his voice ragged, reverent. “You’re just… you’re breathtaking, Betty.”

His words reduced her to a hot, wanton mess. He inched forward in his seat and drew her closer, planting a flutter of a kiss on her abdomen while his hands grazed the back of her thighs. He reached up to cup her ass, then hooked his fingers underneath the flimsy material of her underwear, dragging it down slowly over her lithe, shapely legs.

Her heart was hammering in her ribs as his hands gripped her hips and swivelled her around before pulling her naked form down onto his lap, with the two of them facing in the same direction. Immediately, Betty saw why he wanted her positioned this way: his hands reached around, firmly groping her full, pert breasts.

Jughead’s hands had wandered before, and she had actively encouraged him, but those incursions upon her body were nothing like this: forward, dominant and sure. Perhaps the darkening days of Riverdale were propelling this need: if tomorrow can’t be promised, if death and danger were right around the corner, then…

“ Fuck, Betts.” He swore as she reached behind her to stroke his cock. Sitting up slightly, he pressed his mouth up against her jaw, whispering and groaning her name, loosening forth a stream of words incoherent, sweet and filthy all at once. In rare moments of lucidity, she watched her body in fascination as it squirmed and contorted in response to him, her legs spreading wide open, begging for him to touch her. When his fingers finally found her throbbing entrance, her back arched right off him, she let out an obscene moan, and he threw an arm around her to hold her down against his body.  

“Stay with me,” he commanded. Her breath was coming out in wild spurts now as he traced circles on her clit. It took all of her restraint not to bear down and have the whole thing over quickly. She was frantic for release, but she needed more than that tonight; she needed intimacy.

Jughead slipped a finger into her, slowly at first, gauging her reaction. “Keep going,” she pleaded, and with one slick movement he buried it in. Her cries were pure and primal as he pumped it in and out of her, his voice still raspy in her ear, his other hand working her breast as she writhed in ecstasy.

The tightness that was winding up in her abdomen was now building up to an eruption. Betty recognised the onslaught, and reached up to grab a firm hold of Jughead’s hair - not enough to pull, but certainly enough to be felt. “I’m… I’m nearly…”

“Let me feel it, Betts,” he muttered into her ear as he nipped on her earlobe and pressed down on her clit. “Every bit of it.”

She clamped her pelvis down into his hand, shamelessly fucking his finger. “Jug. I’m, oh god , I–”

Explosions of white behind her eyes. Her mouth forming a silent, salacious scream. Every muscle taut with pleasure as she rode wave after wave. Then, just as she thought it had died down, the aftershocks of her orgasm shuddered through her body like small tremors.

It could’ve been seconds or hours later - she wasn’t sure. Time suddenly felt fluid, irrelevant. Her body lay limp in Jughead’s arms as he kissed her neck, which was now covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“Jug… please. In me.” Her breath hitched and she was on the verge of incoherence as the last quivers of their encounter shook out of her.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder before looking around the living room. “Here? You don’t want to move to the bed?”

If he had asked her the same question on that night when he unceremoniously slammed her against the kitchen cabinets, she would have undoubtedly said yes. After all, his bed was the trailer’s closest approximation to how she’d pictured their first time in her mind: a small, quaint cottage in the middle of nowhere, a four-poster bed covered in damask curtains, roses on the sheets, candles on the floor.

But she had tended to his wounds on this couch. Fallen asleep in it while enveloped in his arms. Sat upon it with him through happiness and tension and peace and instability.

It was perfect.

“No,” she whispered, as she turned around. “I want this. I want you. Right here.”

Jughead didn’t need to be told twice, as he undid his belt and pushed down his trousers, his hard length springing forth. Betty straddled him again and immediately started kissing him, her wetness slick on his cock. In between kisses, he managed to ask her, “Are you still…? Do I need to…?”

“I’m on the pill, yeah,” she murmured.

He leaned back and looked at her. “If you want… I can still get a condom, Betty. It’s no big deal.”

“No, no,” she protested, before fixing her stare on him. “I said I wanted all of you, Jug. I… I want to feel you, too.”

Jughead could only nod dumbly, much too overcome for speech. He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a soft, sweet kiss. They locked eyes, and she nodded in assent. Yes. Now.  

Betty sat up off his lap and lowered herself gently, gingerly, onto him. She hissed through her teeth as she felt her walls expand suddenly upon his entrance, a sharp pang of pain shooting through her body. Jughead groaned as he was buried to the hilt, but kept his eyes on her. As she winced, he grabbed her hands, gently prying her fingers open before kissing her palms, right where her scars were.

Betty was suddenly less alert to the pain and more conscious of the significance of that gesture. How was it that the person who had shattered her world just moments earlier was now being so gentle, so tender? She looked down at him before tucking her hair behind her ear, and bending down to kiss his shoulder - the very same one that Toni had tattooed with the symbol of his loyalty to the South.

When she said she wanted all of him, she meant it.

Every mistake. Every misdemeanour. Every dark and hidden corner.

Jughead began to thrust up into her, and though some remnant of pain lingered behind, she began to sense how this might feel good, how she might want to try it again, and soon. He leaned back on the couch, taking her forward with him, and the new angle sent sparks of pleasures through her. Slowly, they began to build a rhythm - thrust, grind, up, down.

She clenched down on him, experimenting with the sensation, wanting to see what he liked, what made him feel good. At times, he stopped their rhythm in order to press her down onto him, lapping up her tits, ravishing them again with his mouth. As he built up pressure, his speed increasing, she sensed it; he was nearing the brink, and he was ready for freefall.

She pushed up against him, grinding, bucking up her hips with wild abandon, the pain now a distant memory. He groaned his appreciation, all words lost in incoherent bliss, only sensation remaining. Tight. Wet. Euphoria. Faster, she rode him, every part of her thrumming and throbbing and present in the moment.

“Betts, I’m–”

“Yes, Jug,” She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“I’m about to –”

His body tensed. Their voices mingled as they said each other’s names in tandem - her voice a whisper; his, a muted shout. Seconds of stunned silence followed as he wordlessly buried his head in her neck before breaking out into a deeper, more guttural groan. Betty held on to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as his warm release filled her. A final moan escaped his lips before he collapsed back into the couch.

A small laugh escaped her lips. 

Holy.

Shit.

 …

Later on, after they were both cleaned up and somewhat dressed, they did end up on his bed, only because she was cold and the couch was too narrow for them to lie on. His arm was slung lazily over her bare stomach, their legs entangled, their silence a comfort.

“I need to go home soon,” she finally said, her tone regretful as she stared at all the missed calls on her phone.

Jughead drew her closer. “You’re home here.”

Betty smiled and turned so that she was facing him. “I know. I am.”

She kissed him before she sat up and got off the bed, the soreness in her legs a pleasant reminder of their encounter. He groaned as she stood up, loathe to part with her. As she slipped her dress back on, combing her fingers through her hair, he fixed his eyes on her, unrelenting.

“You feel okay?” he asked.

“I’ve never been better, Juggie.”

“Good,” he said. “Do you want a ride home or something?”

“No, I’ve got the car,” she replied, somewhat reluctantly, the temptation to feel him between her legs again sorely inviting. “Thank you, though.”

They both fell quiet.

Three unsaid words hung in the air between them. It had been a while since either of them had verbalised it. If she really thought about it, Betty supposed that it might be nice to hear themselves say it. Complete the circle, as it were.

But the night had made that redundant, at least for now. And there were many nights ahead of them. Many days in which they could let it be said, whether whispered against a pillow or uttered in conversation or screamed at the height of pleasure.

Betty looked around Jughead’s room. She thought of the trailer, how it framed and reflected their story, and what her presence in his room now said about the next sequence in their narrative.

The Underwood typewriter she had given him sat proudly on his desk. His small library of books was piled high on the floor. His Serpent jacket was draped over a chair. His bedsheets of dark plaid were soft and inviting.

All of a sudden, she knew the three words that she wanted to and could say, right here and right now. They came out of pure desire, but also out of the promise that the chapters of their history had not shuddered to a halt; that they were being written again.

“In here, too,” she half-whispered to herself.

Jughead smiled, not quite catching it. “What was that?”

“In here, too,” she repeated more clearly. “It’ll happen again, and it’ll happen in here. You and me. We’ll make this ours.”

“‘Ours’,” he exhaled. “I like that.”

She stooped down to kiss him one more time. Quietly, she made it a vow. Imbued it with her love, her desire, her passion for him. Whispered into it the memory of tonight. Made it a wish for an infinite amount of tomorrows.

“Yeah,” she said, her laughter on his lips. “Ours.”

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[riverdalewriter]

Greendale to Riverdale |Ch. 1| {J.J x Reader Imagine}

Author’s note: This was not requested. This is also my very first writing piece. I am very excited for this one. I am hoping that this will become a really good series. Enjoy! Keep in mind this one is weird, it’s season 1 and 2 merged together. you won't see that merge until chapter 3.

Word count: 1,659

Character count: 8,681

y/n = your name

Summary: A new one comes to town and quickly befriends the core four, plus Kevin. They are welcomed to this town, no one bothers them and they trust their friends. They are loving their new home, but soon their mother gets in trouble, and everything comes tumbling down from there.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

I was looking out the window, the scenery was dark and beautiful. I saw a sign, that read “Welcome to Riverdale, The Town With Pep”. It didn’t seem like it was a town with pep. The town seemed like it had something dark happen to it. Eventually, we got to our new house. My parents started unpacking the car, while the moving guys helped unload the truck. I got out of the car, taking it all in for the first time.

We were going to live in yellow, two-story house with the white picket fence, it was sickening. But it was better than the house we were living in before. This town seemed better than Greendale. I was born and raised there, and I hated it. Hopefully, this town is better.

I heard people talking next door, I looked for the source. I stopped short of the garage, afraid of them noticing me, but I peaked a bit and I saw two teenage boys talking with two older men. One teenager had red hair, the other had dark hair and wore a crown beanie. It was strange, but I liked it. By their facial structures, the men they were talking to, were their fathers. They were a handsome bunch. I was intrigued by them, so I put my whole body into their view. The boy in the beanie noticed I was there and stopped talking, the others soon noticed me as well.

“Sorry to interrupt,  I couldn’t help myself. I had to know who you people were. My folks and I just moved next door. Just came from Greendale. I’m y/n, by the way.” They were hesitant, who wouldn’t be? They don’t know me, but soon enough one of the fathers speak up and introduced himself and his son.

“I’m Fred Andrew, this is my son Archie,” said one of the men, he pointed to the redhead. His father had dark hair and kind eyes. He was wearing a plaid buttoned up flannel with a grey top underneath, jeans and some sneakers. His hands were dirty, but they were also handcrafted. He worked with his hands, maybe construction. His son had red hair, kind eyes, his clothes told a different story. He was wearing jeans, converse a white top underneath and a red cardigan. I noticed the calluses on his fingertips, I assume he plays an instrument. I smiled at both of them.

“FP, FP Jones. This is my son, Jughead,” said the other man, he nodded to the boy in the beanie, the one that intrigued me the most. FP had thick, dark hair and dark, brooding eyes. He was wearing a black top with a leather jacket, jeans, and black boots. Jughead also had thick, dark, curly hair, but he had curious eyes. He wants to know who I am. He is also wearing a leather jacket, with an ‘S’ t-shirt, a plaid flannel tied around his waist, wearing his dark jeans hung low, but not too low and black converse, oh and of course his crowned-shaped beanie that has two pins on it. The kind of leather jackets they were wearing was associated with a gang. I know because there was one in Greendale and I would know what type of leather that is anywhere, I did hang around with those type of people back home.

I smile at the Jones’ and look at all of them, “Well, it is very nice to meet all of you. But I should get going. I don’t want to leave my family to do all of the unpacking.

Now it’s Monday, my first day of sophomore year, even though it’s been a month into the new school year. I had picked out a pair of high waisted shorts, a white camisole and my blue denim jacket along with my white converse. I put on a little makeup, make my hair look nice and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I was greeted by my mother sitting at the counter. She was hungover, for the millionth time. I knew she wasn’t working late last night, she was just drinking every last bottle at the bar, like usual. I don’t know why I expected anything different.

“Hey, honey.”

“Hi, mom. I’m just going to grab a breakfast bar and my backpack and then I’m off to school.”

“Okay, sweetie. Have a great first day,” and with that, I head out the door. Over the last couple of days, I had befriended Archie and Jughead. I was surprised when later Thursday night they asked me to join them at Pop’s. From then on we all had just clicked and became friends. I walked up the school buildings outside stairs and opened up the schools' doors. I immediately find Jughead by Archie's locker. I am excited to see them.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?”

“Hey y/n. Jughead and I were just discussing that we, Betty and Veronica were going to Pop’s after school. You in?”

“Yeah, sure.”

As the first bell rings, Jughead and I head to science, while Archie heads to math. Jughead and I link pinkies so we don’t lose each other in the crowd of horney teenagers. As usual, science was boring and every class after that. I couldn’t wait until lunch. And then just like magic the bell rang signaling lunch. I jump out of my seat and head out of the history room. As soon as I am out of the building I head to the tables outside and sit down at one of them with my lunch. I am soon joined by Jughead, Kevin, Betty, and Veronica. I only know who the rest of them are because of pictures Jughead and Archie have shown me. Archie is nowhere in sight.

Lunch went on. I listened to the conversations, not wanting to interrupt. Soon enough it’s the end of the day and I am at my locker putting my books away. I close my locker and turn to leave, but I almost collide with Betty as she and I are both rounding the same corner in opposite directions.

“Ah! Betty, it’s you! I almost ran into you.”

“Sorry. I just wanted to see if you would join me on a walk to Pop’s?”

“Sure.”

“Great!” We walk out of the school and to Pop’s. We talk about pretty much anything and everything, about outfits, makeup trends, from politics to celebrities. Then, of course, Betty mentions the one topic I was trying to avoid: boys and dating.

“So, have you seen any recent cuties that you would be interested in?”

“No. You?”

“Are you serious right now? You know I like Archie, I always have.”

“Of course I know. I was just kidding.”

“But seriously y/n, who is it? If it’s not a recent cutie, then who do you fancy?”

“Fancy who?” I turn to find Veronica right by me.

“No one. Betty is just trying to get answers that aren’t there.” Veronica just nods her head. We turn the corner and the view Pop’s bright neon lights bring back some short-term memories. Pop’s has become my home away from home. We walk into the diner and take a seat in a booth. A waitress comes over, takes our orders and walks to the kitchen for Pop to make our food. The waitress comes back with our milkshakes and fries. Archie and Jughead haven’t arrived yet.

We get talking again. It’s about what I had missed while I was in Greendale for a bit. Yes, I have heard of what happened here, just not the details. I wasn’t really interested in it back home, but now I am. This kid Jason had gone missing over summer break. Jason and his twin sister Cheryl had gone down Sweetwater River in a boat. Cheryl had dropped her glove in the water and when Jason went to retrieve it for her, the boat tipped. The next thing that happened was Dilton Doyle and his troops had found Cheryl soaking wet, sitting at the edge of the river clearly crying. Jason was nowhere to be found. No one knew where he was back then. Everyone was talking about what might have happened to him. And everyone was coming up with theories.

After a while of talking about it, we switch to other topics. I had felt that I had known everything there was to know about it. I don’t listen to the other topics. I just rest my head on the window watching the raindrops race down the window. I hear the bell jingle, signaling someone new had walked into the shop. I hardly notice Jughead and Archie grab a seat at the booth. Jughead sits next to me and puts his hand on mine. I move my head from the window to him.

He mouths, ‘Are you okay?’

I mouth back, ‘I’m fine.’ He squeezes my hand before letting go of it. Veronica, Betty, Archie, and Jughead start talking about god knows what. I just put my head back on the window. I feel my phone buzz and I look at who is calling me. It’s the police station. ‘Oh no.’  I answer the call and accept the charges. I hear my moms voice through the phone. She’s slurring her words.

“Can you come to the police station to bail me out, sweetie? I need your help.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration, “Yeah, sure mom. Be right there. Just give me a moment to get my things.” I hang up the phone and motion for Jughead to scoot out of the booth to let me out. I grab my bag and head out the doors. I can feel the raindrops hitting my head. I make my way to the station. I walk through the doors and find Sheriff Keller. He knows why I’m here, and brings me to my mother.

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[unholyimagines]

Sucker for pain

FP Jones x (legal)reader

Summary; You’re adamant on getting what you want from FP, and you will, but only if you win his little game

Warnings; rough smut and ofc, cursing

A/N; I’m not sure if I like how this turned out but I hope you do!

“I wanna be a Serpent”.

Laughter filled your ears and it made your angry state even worse. You weren’t in the mood for joking.

You were standing in the doorway of FP Jones, wanting to join the South side Serpents as you wanted a change in your life.

“That’s not gonna happen, honey”, FP told you after he had his laugh.

“Why not? I’ve got nothing to lose, your son hates me, Archie hates me, Betty hates me, everyone does”, you told him.

You had known that FP was a Serpent from the start of your and Jughead’s friendship but of course kept it a secret as Jughead had asked you to.

Even though you told FP that everyone hates you, it wasn’t really that correct but they sure as hell were angry at you. It had started when you were sitting at Pop’s with Juggie and Betty, and Archie had came and asked your help to go to the Serpents local bar to find out who had vandalized his dad’s construction site. You of course knew that if you went, he would find about FP and had shared a quick, panicked look with Jughead so you refused to help Archie and it had made him angry and disappointed in you. Later the same day, had been Polly’s baby shower and when Archie had crashed it and told the group that FP was a Serpent and accused you of being a bad friend, you had felt furious and when everyone kept fussing about the day being about Polly, you had exploded. You knew Polly had had it rough and was pregnant but at the moment you didn’t care. You had said horrible things to your friends and accused them all being hypocrites for ignoring their own problems and focusing on Polly. You had left the place with doors banging but you felt so fed up with their attitudes, especially when you had it rough, no one seemed to care.

So here you were, begging the father of your friend to take you into their badass biker gang. And it wasn’t going as well as you thought.

“I don’t think Jug would ever hate you but still, the answer is no”, FP told you.

“What do I have to do?”, you weren’t giving up.

“What part about ‘no’ don’t you understand?”, he asked, starting to get a little frustrated.

“I’m not giving up”, you said as you placed your hands on your hips.

“That’s cute”, FP chuckled as he popped open a beer and sat on his couch.

You closed the door as you fully entered the trailer and walked to stand between him and the tv he was trying to watch.

“I said, I wanna be a Serpent”, you told him.

“And I said, no”, he growled as he stood up, towering over you.

You both stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything when an idea popped in your head.

“Is there something I could do to make you change your mind?”, you innocently batted your eyelashes and playing with the collar of his shirt.

“What are you doing Y/N?”, FP questioned with a raised brow as he grabbed you hands.

“I’m just trying to figure out something that would benefit us both”, you told him. He only eyed you for a second and then let go of your hands and placed his own around your waist, pulling you against him and brought his lips close to your ear.

“No means no, baby”, he whispered and you visibly shuddered, his voice sending chills between your legs. He only smirked at this as he pulled away and went back to sit on the couch.

“Oh, cmon!”, you yelled in frustration.

“I’m tired of all the teenage drama, I want a change”, you continued.

“I’m willing to prove to you that I really want this”, you told him truthfully as another idea came to you.

“And how would you do that?”, he questioned, eyeing you from head to toe. You had always thought that he was a total dilf and now you felt like you would make your little fantasy true.

You pulled your leather jacket off and threw it at him as he catched it before it hit his face. You then pulled your top over your head and placed your hands at your waist. He eyed your body for a moment with hungry eyes.

“And what’s this supposed to prove?”, he asked.

You didn’t say anything as you simply removed your bra and let your boobs bounce before FP’s lustfull stare.

“So you’re gonna have sex with me to prove how much you want this? Didn’t think you were such a slut”, he chuckled and turned his attention to the tv. You felt furious at his words but pushed it aside as you stepped closer to sit on his lap, your boobs almost against his face.

“I’m not a slut, I just want you”, you flirted.

“I’m not gonna change my answer but I’ll take the sex”, he smirked and you couldn’t deny the wetness that was forming in your panties.

“No Serpent, no sex”, you told him.

“Why don’t we play a game? If you win, I’ll make you a Serpent but if you lose, well, we’ll see about that then”, he challenged.

“Okay, what’s the game?”, you asked.

“It’s simple. The only rule is that you don’t move or make a sound, understand?”, he said and you nodded. He then placed your hands behind your back and grabbed a belt from the couchs armrest and tied your hands together. You rose your brow at him in a questioning manner but he only smirked.

“The game starts now, remember the rules”, he said and brushed his right thumb over your left nipple, making it instantly harden. You almost let out a small moan but remembered the rules and realized the game. He was gonna tease you until you broke.

“Good girl”, he praised you with a low voice and a smirk on his face, making your panties soaking wet.

He then went to massage your boobs, rolling and kneading them, avoiding your nipples. You knew he wanted you to beg but you weren’t gonna give up. He continued to play with your tits for a long 3 or so minutes and it was hard to keep quiet. Noticing your face getting hot, he finally grabbed your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs and pulled. You almost moaned as your mouth fell open but closed it just in time.

“Ready to give up?”, he questioned with a shit eating grin. You only glanced at him, trying to avoid his stare.

“Stand up”, he commanded and you obeyed quickly. He then turned you around, released your hands and pushed your head down with force, making you place your hands on the couch for support as your ass was in the air now. He spanked you once, almost making you yelp out loud but you kept quiet even when he started to pull your pants down, along with your underwear.

“My, my… Didn’t know you were such a dirty girl Y/N”, he chuckled and you knew he saw the wetness that had gathered between your legs. You still said nothing, not going to lose the game. He seemed to get a little nervous about losing the game himself as he spanked you again, harder this time. Your knees bucked just a little at the stinging pain but your lips remained sealed.

“I hope you can handle a little pain”, FP told you in a low voice, making you a little nervous. A clinging noise was heard and the next thing you felt, was the belt from your hands being whipped against your ass. Tears were blurring your eyes and your hands were in fists to suppress the pain and you knew it was going to leave a mark.

“Good kitten”, FP said as he stroked the burning skin. You waited for another spank but a small gasp escaped your lips when the belt was looped around your neck. He yanked you up a bit as his lips came close to your ear.

“Did I just hear something?”, he whispered and you shook your head. He chuckled at your response and pushed your head back down.

His hands gripped your ass cheeks and pulled them apart, fully exposing your pussy to his eyes.

“Oh, you little slut. So wet from pain. You must really like being dominated”, he chuckled and you were glad that he didn’t see your red face as his words were true.

“You might be my son’s friend but I’m gonna make you my slut”, he told you and you felt the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, spreading your wetness around. When did he undo his pants? You had no time to think about it when he shoved himself inside you without no warning or time to adjust as he started to immediately pound into you with deep and hard thrusts.

“Damn you’re tight, squeezing my cock so good”, he said with a seductive voice that was driving you over the edge. He continued to fuck you mercilessly and yanked the belt, tightening it around your neck, making it hard to breathe. You didn’t care about it, you felt so good about the pleasure he was giving you. To add to the bliss, he spanked you again. It was now harder than ever to keep quiet and still but you knew he was close to cumming when his thrusts started to get sloppy.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum!”, he yelled and pulled you up by the belt, quickly turning around and forcing you on your knees as he jerked himself a few times and came on your face, making the cum drip onto your boobs.

“Shit, you look so good like that”, he said breathless, falling down on the couch. You crawled up next to him and took a deep breath. Everything had happened so fast but a chuckle was heard from you. FP looked at you with brows furrowed, clearly confused.

“What’s so funny?”, he asked. You only smirked at him with a playful look in your eyes.

“I’m a serpent now”.

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