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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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If Looks Could Kill

Sweetpea x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2035 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Pea's ex getting jealous when he sees him with Josie at the pool

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You had never been jealous when you and Sweetpea were in a relationship.

Everyone knew that you were his and he was yours, in your gang and every other gang. Really, you didn't have to worry about anything happening on either end because no one was bold enough to ever cross that line.

It was no secret that Pea only had eyes for you and even if someone was stupid enough to make a move on you, that was a situation that your boyfriend would correct rather quickly.

Though, you found that when you two broke up, those lines sort of blurred.

Not only were you no longer off limits to all the guys who'd had their eye on you for the last few years, but Sweetpea was no longer off limits to the girls of Riverdale. You really didn't think that it was going to bother you, seeing as the split had been mutual.

However, you found out fast that things you would have been completely comfortable with before now made your skin crawl. It just didn't feel right to see him with someone else, even though you'd come to terms with the fact he didn't want to be with you anymore.

...and for that matter, you didn't even want to get started on Josie McCoy.

You had never had a problem with her before, and from what you could tell, she was an okay girl but recently, it was becoming more and more difficult to be near her. She had been spending a lot of time with Pea in a way that made you really uncomfortable.

Even with as much as you tried to stop it.

It wasn't her fault that you had that nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach when you saw her with him, and you couldn't blame her for anything that had happened between you or the male in question.

It was just that in the time since the two of you had split, Sweetpea had completely thrown himself into paying attention to her and doting on her in a way that he had always done with you. You had clearly just misjudged how much you would struggle seeing him with someone else.

Seeing him that devoted to someone else was nearly enough to make you sick.

You hated having to admit it, but you were starting to come to terms with the fact that you were jealous of her.

Though, that somehow wasn't the worst part.

As much as it hurt your pride to have to accept that you were jealous, and that you were actually also questioning how okay you were with the breakup at all, there was one thing worse than that. The worst part was that Josie clearly didn't feel the same way about Pea as he felt for her.

She was having her fun with the attention, just like anyone else would in her position, letting him praise her and be a little bit of arm candy for the summer but she didn't care about him. She was using him for a good time.

...but you knew that Sweetpea couldn't see that

He was so blinded by whatever it was that he was feeling for her that he would gladly get his heart broken. It may have been inappropriate, seeing as it wasn't your business what he did or who he did it with but you didn't really want to sit around and watch.

Although, just because you didn't want to didn't mean you were going to get up from your beach chair and do anything about it.

All you could do was sit and stare, waiting for something to change or for something to happen, it was pathetic, you knew that but you didn't care. It was like driving past a car accident and no matter how awful it was, you couldn't look away.

However, though nothing had happened quite yet, the rest of the party was starting to notice that something was up. You were perched under an umbrella, watching the pair of them with a focused gaze, and had been for at least half an hour.

It would have been hard to miss.

In any other instance, you would have looked crazy, something that your friends-namely Cheryl-would have pointed out but everyone knew how hard the breakup had been on both of you and you were dealing with it in your own way.

Your way just happened to be a little bit stranger than others.

Sweetpea had chosen to deal with it by turning his focus to someone else, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. For the past four years, you were sure that the two of you were going to be together forever. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that the illusion you'd built up came crumbling down.

Anyone would have struggled with that.

So, your friends collectively decided to give you a pass this time.

It wasn't until you stood from your seat that Jughead decided to step in, worried that something was going to happen. You had just been quietly stewing this whole time, and it was a fair assumption that you were planning something.

"Where're you going?" he asked, stopping in front of you to casually block your view from where Sweetpea and Josie were currently sucking face behind him. The last thing he needed was for you to see that.

It would only stoke the fire of your upset that much more.

Still, as subtle as he was trying to be, you saw right through Jughead's casual check in. There was no reason for him to want to talk now, other than whatever was going on at the other end of the pool. You weren't an idiot, although it was fair to assume that you may react rashly in this instance.

Jughead knew how hard this had to be for you and was not willing to underestimate your temper.

"I was going to go get a drink, am I allowed?" you questioned back, rolling your eyes at the strange interrogation. It was a little harsh, you knew that, but you couldn't help yourself.

Everyone else had to know just how bad an idea letting Sweetpea get close to Josie was but they were paying it no mind, even though he was going to get his heart broken. You could see it coming a mile away, but you couldn't stop it.

Though, it had crossed your mind to just go over there and push her in the pool. It wouldn't solve anything but there was a possibility that it would make you feel better.

"Do you want me to get you one? I think Cheryl's got some margaritas in the kitchen" he offered, knowing that there was a good chance there were margaritas somewhere. Those were the redheads favorite, and she had them at every soiree she threw.

You didn't really want one, but just as you were about to refuse, you decided that what he was suggesting was probably a good idea. Hyperfixating on whatever Pea was doing wasn't good for you, and a break could be nice.

So, you shook your head and decided to get up and go to the kitchen by yourself. If nothing else, you could get out of the sun for a little bit.

Now, that would have been perfect, if you were the only one going into the house but after ten minutes or so, Sweetpea also stood up from where he'd been sitting poolside to head in that direction as well.

It wasn't going to go well, but when Jughead started to intervene once again, Betty stopped him. "Leave them alone. They'll figure it out" she suggested, and while it probably wasn't a good idea, he listened to her.

Talking could be good for you, and there was only a slight chance someone would get seriously hurt in any kind of exchange, so he sat back down.

You two were adults, and you should be able to be near one another without some kind of explosion following or at least he hoped so.

When you heard the patio door slide open from the other side of the kitchen, you assumed that it was Cheryl coming for a refill or Veronica looking for a towel after her swim but when you spun around with the margarita pitcher in hand, that wasn't the case.

Standing there in his swim trunks and a blue flannel shirt was Sweetpea.

You had no idea what he wanted or why he would even bother coming in here but you naturally assumed he wanted nothing to do with you so you turned back around toward the counter. It was easier to just focus on pouring your drink instead of him.

After all, you didn't want to interact with him if you didn't have to. There was no telling how that would go.

"That any good?" he asked, the small talk between you almost painful though you'd yet to say anything. It was just so strange to go from talking about your future together to not even being able to say hello, and you didn't like it.

Personally, you would rather just pretend that he didn't exist but as Pea was to do, he wasn't going to make that easy.

"It's a drink" you shrugged, swallowing heavily before you even meant to. This wasn't what you wanted today to be like but while you were at it, you may as well have made this whole thing harder on you.

It would be too easy to just let it go.

He nodded at that, taking the pitcher from you once you'd finished pouring your own drink. The action caused your fingers to overlap slightly, something that made you pull back immediately. The whole thing was tense, and awkward but worse than that was the silence that followed.

The two of you just sat there for a bit, in complete silence before you decided to just go for it. No matter what happened, at least you had never lied to him.

"Josie's a pretty girl. Do you like her?" you wondered, if he was going to commit to small talk, you were going to do the same. Avoiding one another had went out the window as soon as he followed you into the house.

All Sweetpea did was laugh at first, the reality hitting him at the same time. Still, he'd come too far to just leave it now. "Yeah, I do. Do you like her?" he questioned, turning it on you in the way that he often did when he was teasing you.

Though, all the charm that he normally had at those times felt different now. You hated it, feeling like the person you once cared for more than anyone else was a complete stranger. You just weren't sure if that was ever going to change.

"I like her fine, though I'm not sure you can trust her to not break your heart" you allowed, not even bothering to hide how harsh that was. You didn't care. From where you were standing, that was the truth and you were tired of pretending that it wasn't.

Not that Pea saw it that way.

Frankly, he felt like there could really be a future with her, and he didn't take it kindly that you didn't. Anyone who knew him as well as you did should have known that.

"Wow. I really thought you would be happy for me. Guess I should have realized that was never going to happen" he scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, proving to you that he was really upset. Though, that was the one good thing about being broken up, and that was that you didn't have to sugar coat anything for him.

Even as you watched him leave, you didn't have anything to say.

Pea was being stupid and if he wanted to ignore what was clearly going on in front of him, that was his business. You only knew one thing for sure, and that was the fact that you weren't going to be there to pick up the pieces when it happened.

If he got his heart broke, he could clean it up himself.

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Cheryl//she means everything to me

Request: Can I request a Cheryl Blossom request where the reader is Archie's twin (a girl) and a super close with her brother and his friends so she doesn't like Cheryl but one day she finds Cheryl crying over Jason and comforts her so Cheryl falls for her and becomes like her best friends has her join the vixens constantly by her side and eventually the reader falls for her and like a super fluffy ending please ps I really love everything you write

hey! i had so much fun writing this, you have no idea! its also super gay!

“Well would you look at that, the sad breakfast club have reunited at lunch.” Cheryl’s cheery voice stops all conversations happening and everyone turns to look at her, her red hair blows softly in slight breeze and her eyes twinkle with whatever chaos she’s going to cause today.

“What do you want Cheryl?” Betty is the first to speak, dropping her fork on her tray as you all wait for her to start her insults.

“Well, cousin, I actually wanted to see how you were. But however, if you’re going to be like that.” She clears her throat before narrowing her eyes. “Betty, your ponytail is wonky and that sweater really washes you out, your hobo of a boyfriend really needs a bath because well, I can smell him from here, or maybe thats just the ridiculously childish hat he refuses to take off. Archie, you’re hair is so ridiculously bright today, its actually blinding me, and it looks like you’ve put enough product in to drown all the little lice that lives in it, Veronica that dress was popular last season, and the shoes a decade ago, and Y/n, I actually didn’t realize you were here. Like I kind of forgot that you existed for a few minutes. What’s it like in your brothers shadow?” She finishes her little speech with a bright smile and the five of you sigh before starting to eat again. You can never read Cheryl, one day she can be sweet and lovely and want to help, the next she’s the worst person you’ll ever meet.

“Probably a lot nicer than being in yours...I can imagine Jason’s shadow is particularly cold.” Veronica retorts and your eyes widen in surprise...that was cold, even for Veronica. Archie smiles proudly at his girlfriend and presses a soft kiss to her head while the rest of the table laugh, including yourself, all 5 of you ignoring Cheryl as she turns on her heel and storms off.

“Lovely talking to you!” Jughead calls after her causing you all to laugh even louder.

“Will she ever stop being a bitch?” You wonder aloud and the laughing pauses, giving everyone a chance to look at each other for a few seconds before you start giggling again.

“I don’t think its possible for Cheryl to be anything other.” Your brother replies through a mouthful of sandwich and you nod in reply.

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“Do you wanna ride Y/n?” Archie shouts across the parking lot as he gestures to the truck behind him. Veronica is already in the passenger seat scrolling through her phone and you so desperately want to go with them, even if they’ll do gross things in Archie’s room until your mom gets back from work, but today apparently is not your day,

“If I’m not back when mom gets home tell her that I haven’t been kidnapped or murdered, I’m just going to be late because Cheryl set her Vixens out for revenge and they’ve stolen my bag so I get to play a fun game of hide-and-seek with all my stuff.” You huff, blowing a piece of hair from your face as your shoulder slump in defeat. The fact that you could be spending up to a few hours extra at this stupid school actually hitting you, and Archie gives you a sympathetic look in response to your frown.

“Do you need some help?” He offers but you shake your head. You don’t want to drag him into this, plus you can imagine the Vixens are already planning what they’re going to do to him and the rest of your friends, so you may-as-well give him some peace while he can get it.

“Nah, I’m sure I’ll be fine. I was always the best at finding things when we were younger.” You shrug. “Plus, you don’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting.” You nod towards Veronica who’s hanging her head out the passenger window.

“I suppose not.” He replies, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looks back at his girlfriend and you can’t help but feel a little sad. You’re glad Archie and Veronica have finally worked everything out and are madly in love, but a small part of you feels left behind.

Practically all of your friends are in relationships or are dating, leaving you to be the odd one out at literally any get together. However you have very limited options when it comes to dating, there’s not a lot of queer girls in Riverdale, or even the surrounding towns, at least not a lot of them are out and the ones that are you don’t really like that much. *cough* Cheryl *cough*. And no matter how hard your friends try to set you up with someone, they always seems to pick the worst people. No matter how many times you tell them what your type is.

Three weeks ago Veronica set you up with a girl who came into Pop’s a lot and the only reason she went on a date with you is because she liked Veronica and wanted to know her ‘deal’. Which you can imagine she was very surprised when you told her she was dating your twin brother...yikes.

Maybe you should join a convent. Or get one of those apps that Kevin uses, but only weirdos...and Kevin are on those types of apps. And do they even have them for gay girls.

You ponder your options as you walk behind the bleachers, humming a song you heard in the car this morning as you go. You’re also trying to figure out how to get back at Cheryl and her minions when you hear sniffling coming from a little further ahead of you. Stopping in your tracks you look up and towards the noise to see none other than Cheryl Blossom crying by herself. Thankfully she hasn’t seen you yet and and you quickly look around to see how far your escape is. You're about to turn on your heels when the nice side of you decides to show up, unfortunately.

God, why do I have to have a conscious.

You take a deep breath and send a prayer to literally anybody listening that she doesn’t bite your head off, before you slowly make your way towards the red-head.

“Cheryl?” Your voice shakes with uncertainty and as soon as she hears someone say her name her head lifts up and she’s wiping the tears from her eyes, a look of distain taking over the previous sad expression.

“What do you want Andrews?” She spits and looks you up and down.

You decided to ignore her tone, and try to keep your nice one as you continue your conversation. “Are you okay?”

“Just fine.” She crosses her arms over her chest and her jaw locks as she looks away from you.

“Are you sure?” You ask and sit on the floor a few feet away from her. “Because, you don’t seem it.”

“What’s it to you anyway?” She snaps and you roll your eyes.

“You’re right. It is none of my business.” You sigh and stand up, dusting your jeans off once your stood. “I hope you feel better soon.”

“Y/n?” She calls after you and you huff before turning around. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes widen at the words thats just come of of her mouth and you need to sit down.

“What?!” Your jaw drops and she rolls her eyes at you. “Did you actually just apologize to me?”

“Yes, but I can take it back if you want.” She mutters and you force a smile away as you sit down beside her again, this time a tiny bit closer to her than before but she doesn’t seem to mind, instead your pretty sure she shuffles a little closer to you too.

“Sorry.” You mumble and a small smile appears on her face.

“Did you just apologize?” She mocks and you giggle a little.

“Okay, I deserved that.” You nod. “Do you want to talk about why you’re sat on the floor behind the bleachers after everyone has gone home, crying?”

“Well, when you put it so delicately, sure.” She replies and you send her a look. “I miss Jason.”

“Oh.” You say and look at the your hands. You’re not really sure what to say to that. It’s not like you can bring him back, or even take away her pain. As much as you don’t like her, Cheryl’s been through an awful lot. Far more than anybody else and you can’t help but feel slightly sorry for her.

“Yep.” She take a quick glance at you before deciding to look straight ahead. An idea pops into your head and you sit up a little before looking at her.

“What do you miss about him?”

“What?” She furrows her brows as she looks at you and you take a deep breath before explaining.

“Well, in my experience...it kind of helps to talk about what you miss about them. Because it doesn’t push away the fact that they’re gone, and it also helps me remember the best bits about them. So even though it always stings, overall it makes me feel a little better. If that makes sense?”

“Yeah.” She nods and you can tell she’s thinking about what you’ve just said. “I get that. That was surprisingly insightful for you.”

“Thanks.” You laugh and she giggles a little. “So what do you miss about him?”

“I miss...how he always used to tell me stupid jokes whenever mom or dad had been mean to me or if they’d argued.” She smiles a little at the memory, despite the sad undertones and you can’t help but think how brave Cheryl actually is. “And how when we were younger we used to share a room and he would always tell me bedtime stories. Usually after my mom had come in and told us scary ones. As soon as he’d hear her walk down the stairs he would slip out of his bed and climb into mine and tell me magical stories, usually involving the two of us. We’d be superheroes or we’d live in a caste and we’d be happy.”

“Thats sweet.”

“Yeah. He was. He was just the best. He always looked after me, no matter what. None of his friends were aloud to make fun of me no matter how old we were, and when I didn’t have many friends when I was younger he’d make sure I never felt lonely...he was a good person.”

“He was yeah.” You nod in agreement. “When I was about ten, he was playing football with a bunch of his friends and I was walking past them, trying to get away from them as soon as possible. He ended up throwing the ball and it hit me right in the end making me fall over. And instead of laughing, he ran over to me and he said sorry while helping me up. Then he took me to the nurses office and waited with me until my dad picked me up.” You smile flickers for a moment at the mention of your father and Cheryl seems to pick up on it, placing a gentle hand on your arm making you smile a little. “If that was any other boy, they would have laughed. But no, he helped me and I think that sums up Jason perfectly.”

“Yeah. It really does.” She looks at you properly, for what is probably the first time ever and she feels her breathing quicken. How was she ever mean to you? Your eyes are sparkling in the sunlight as you talk about the very few memories of Jason, and she has to fight the urge to cry. Nobody apart from her brother has ever been this nice to her, and after Jason’s death, nobody really said anything nice about him, they usually just talked about the theories surrounding his murder.

A soft smile dances across your lips, the corners of your lips curled upwards and she feels herself mirroring it. Your hair blows a little in the slight breeze and you tuck the stray bits behind your ear, leaving the rest to fall around your face. She giggles when your nose scrunches up at a particularly gross part of a story involving puke and a swimming pool and she frowns when you stop laughing, due to a sad part in a story that also involves your father. She just wants to wrap her arms around you and forget about the entire world and all of the horrible things in it.

“Did that help?” You ask and she nods, a sweet smile on her lips as she looks at you.

“Yeah...thanks.”

“No problem!” You reply, a bright grin on your face and she feels her heart flutter at the sight. She’s never really seen you smile like this, and even if she has caught a glimpse of it, its never directed at her. She feels like she needs to go back in time and right all of those wrongs because she needs to see you smile like that more often.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why exactly were you skulking around the bleachers in the first place?”

“Oh. I was looking for my bag.”

“How’d you lose a whole bag?” She laughs but when she notices you looking at her, your eyebrows raised, she remembers how you could lose a whole bag. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“You can make it up to me by telling me where it is.” You nudge her shoulder and she grimaces.

“Yeahhh. About that. You’re not going to like where they put it.”

“Where did they put it?” You narrow your eyes at her.

“The bin...in the cafeteria.”

“Damn.” You sigh. “Well, I suppose it needed a wash anyway.”

“Sorry.” She sighs, looking at the floor.

“Its fine.” You grab her hand and she looks at you surprised making you pull your hand away (much to her disappointment). “I kind of deserved it. What Veronica said was pretty harsh and I didn’t say anything.”

“No, no. You didn’t say it, you didn’t say anything actually. I was really mean to you and you just took it. I’m so sorry.”

“If it makes you feel any better I did call you a bitch after you left.” You shrug and she looks at your surprised.

“You know.” She stands up and dusts her skirt off, offering you a hand afterwards. “That does kind of make me feel a little better.”

“I’m glad.” You grin and let her pull you up.

“I can help you find your bag and then give you a lift home...thats if you want to.” She trails off at the end, she never feels nervous, but suddenly you’re making her more nervous than she’s ever felt before.

“Sure.” You nod. “You can tell me more stories about Jason if you want.” You ask and its only now that you realize you’re still holding her hand. You mumble a quick sorry and let go before starting to walk away. “You coming?” You look back at her and she swears her heart actually skips a beat as she stares at you, the sun behind you makes you look ethereal, and she’s always believed in angels, but its only now that she’s actually seen one.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think anybody could forget that you existed.”

especially not me...not now

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“Did you find your bag honey?” Your mom asks as you walk into the kitchen.

“Mom. You’re back early.” You smile awkwardly at her and then to Archie, who’s stood on the other end of the kitchen with a worried expression on his face. It doesn’t take you a minute to figure out Veronica is upstairs and he’s trying to sneak her out.

“Well, yeah.” She nods and takes a sip of coffee. “I was finished my work and I wanted to spend time with my babies.” She pinches your cheek softly making you roll your eyes. Archie is still looking towards the door and you can hear the slight creaks of the floorboards as Veronica tries to sneak down the stairs.

“I-” Archie is about to practically shout over the noise but your mom puts her hand up in the air, effectively stopping him.

“Just tell her to come down. She can stay for dinner if she wants.” She shakes her head and sends you a quick smile making you giggle.

“Right. Yes. Okay.” He nods and quickly makes his way to the stairs. There’s quiet mumbling before Veronica appears by his side in the doorway of the kitchen, both of them with sweet smiles as they look at your mom.

“Hi, Mrs Andrews.” Veronica waves. “Hey Y/n. Did you find your bag?”

“Yeah. It was in a bin.” You shrug and they all look at you.

“Honey, why would someone do that? Do you want me to call the school?”

“Its fine mom.” You shake your head. “Its just Cheryl and her friends.”

“Well we should talk to someone. They can’t go around putting people’s belongings in the bin. The law clearly state-”

“Mom.” You interrupt her as you sit at the table. “Its fine. She was actually very sorry about it.”

“What!?!” Both Veronica and Archie’s jaws drop while they look at you wide-eyed.

“Cheryl was sorry?” Veronica asks in disbelief.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “She helped me look for it.”

“Yeah. I don’t believe that in the slightest.” She replies.

“Definitely. She’s got something planned. And its big.” Archie agrees.

“Or she could just be being nice. That does actually happen you know.” You reply and he laughs sarcastically.

“Yeah, I don’t think she knows how to be nice. Why are you even defending her? Earlier today you asked if she would ever stop being a bitch.”

“Archie! Language!” Your mom scolds and the two of your roll your eyes.

“That was before I had an actual conversation with her instead of insulting her. Which is what you do.”

“I don’t insult her, Veronica insults her.” He replies.

“Archie!” Veronica slaps him arm lightly and he mumbles a quick apology.

“Yeah, but you don’t do anything to stop the insults.”

“Neither do you.” He retorts and you cross your arms.

“Well, I’m doing it right now s-”

“Okay!” Your mom shouts instantly shutting everyone up. “Thats enough. We’re going to have a nice family dinner and we’re going to enjoy each others company. Now stop shouting at each other. And say sorry.”

It takes a few seconds and a lot of glares and huffs but eventually you say sorry to each other and Archie sits on the opposite side of the table of you, followed quickly by Veronica.

“Do you like Cheryl?” He mouths while your mom is plating up the food and when she isn’t looking you make sure to kick him under the table, earning a death glare from him.

“God no.” You huff, scrunching your face up which makes him laugh.

maybe a little

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“Here comes the she-devil.” Jughead mumbles quietly and you all look in the direction that he was nodding to. Cheryl is walking towards your table, with a look you’ve never really seen before. Not one thats directed at your friends anyway. She looks happy. A lot different to how you found her yesterday and you’re glad she’s not as sad, a smile really suits her.

“Oh god.” Veronica mumbles as she takes a sip from her drink. “Hey, did we tell you where she hid Y/n’s bag yesterday?” She asks, lowering her voice as Cheryl gets closer and Betty and Jughead shake their heads, leaning further towards her. “In the cafeteria bin.”

“Gross.” Betty scrunches her face up.

“Thats just unhygienic.” Jughead adds.

“You’re telling me.” Veronica replies. “Mrs Andrews had to wash it three times to get the smell of the soup out.”

“Ewww.” They laugh and you send them a quick glare before looking at Cheryl.

“Greetings fellow students.” Cheryl stops in front or your table and the laughter stops. You swear you can see a flicker of sadness flash through her eyes and you decide to quickly change the subject.

“Cheryl!” You smile brightly at her and the sadness you thought you saw disappears completely. Its not everyday that somebody has been this happy to see her and she decides to grab it with both hands.

All night she was up thinking about you, thinking about how she could have gone so long not noticing you, and how she needs to make sure everybody notices you. Everyone needs to know about you. Y/n Andrews, the girl who could take some of Cheryl Blossom’s sadness away, something that has never been done before.

“Hi Cheryl.” Betty greets her and she forces a polite smile to look at your friends, making it a little bigger as she looks at your brother.

“Hi.” She replies. “Can I sit?” She’s now looking back at you, pointing to the seat beside you and you nod, quickly moving down so she can sit beside you. Archie huffs as he’s pushed off the end of the table and he quickly grabs a seat so he can sit back down.

“Are you feeling any better today?” You voice is quiet, barely above a whisper as you ask her a question and she can’t help but fall a little more for you, because you didn’t shout her business, not like everybody else does. You made sure only she could hear you.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Much better. I still miss him, but it doesn’t hurt as much.”

“I’m glad.” You smile. “Anyway.” Your voice is louder and the quiet mumbles from your friends have stopped. “Can we help you with anything?”

“Yes actually! Y/n, how would you feel about joining the Vixens?” Her smile is warm and kind but the words that have just come from her lips make your bold run cold. Your friends look at each other before looking back at you and you can feel yourself getting hotter and hotter.

“I don’t know Cheryl.” You start, your voice nervous as you try and find the best way to let her down gently. She’s only started being nice to you but you’d rather stick forks in your eyes than be a cheerleader, not with them anyway. They’re mean and rude and they think they’re better than everyone...but you’re not going to say that to Cheryl, so instead you decide on something a little nicer. “It’s just not really my type of thing. Plus, I don’t think they really like me.”

“Can you imagine, Y/n as a cheerleader.” Archie chuckles making you and Cheryl roll your eyes.

“Whats wrong with being a cheerleader?” Cheryl asks and crosses her arms.

“Yeah, Archie. Or are you forgetting that your girlfriend is a Vixen?” You add and Cheryl sends you a small smile which makes your head feel a little fuzzy.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a Vixen. But Y/n being a Vixen is just funny.”

“And why is that dear brother?” You raise an eyebrow and he gulps. He mumbles a quick ‘nothing’, before going back to eating.

“I really do think you should at least try-out. I think you’ll be great. Plus, if any of the girls say anything, which they won’t, they’ll have me to answer to.” She explains and you think about it for a minute. Would it be really bad to be part of the school’s cheerleading squad. The reasonable part of your brain is saying, more like screaming, yes its the worst idea in the world. But the slightly less reasonable and the slightly more gay part is screaming hell yeah. Surrounded by wonderful, smart if not slightly intimidating girls...plus, Cheryl!

“Fine.” You give in. “I’ll try out.”

“Yay!” She claps her hands excitedly before standing up and brushing her hair over her shoulder. The small gesture has you mesmerized and you have to force yourself to remember where you are in order to regain all your thoughts, the number one being, ‘what the hell was that about?’ “I’ll see you after school! Goodbye Y/n.” She waves at you before starting to walk away and its only when Betty clears her throat that she turns around again to wave everybody else off.

Your brother decides to wait until she’s out of earshot until he starts talking again, and the first thing he says is something that doesn’t really surprise you.

“Y/n and Cheryl, kissing in a tree.” He teases, making a kissy face and you throw a handful of food at him. The rest of your friends let out the laughter they’ve been holding in and you roll your eyes so hard you swear they’re going to fall out.

“How old are you?” You huff.

“Old enough to see that Cheryl fancies you.”

“Shut up!”

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Cheryl didn’t just fancy you.

She liked you.

Actually she was head over heels, doodling your initials in a heart, mind goes fuzzy anytime she sees you, in love with you.

And you? Well, you were none the wiser.

You just thought she was being friendly. Maybe more than the average person but Cheryl hasn’t had many close friends so maybe this is the only way she knows how to keep them.

She’s holding your hand? She just wants to make sure you know you’re not alone. Her hugs are a bit longer than normal? Come on, the girl deserves a long hug. She always finds a way to include you in conversation? She’s just being sweet.

Yes, Cheryl Blossom was becoming a slightly more bearable person, and it only seemed to happen when you were around. Leaving everyone to have their own conspiracies.

Archie’s was of course that she was in love with you. “Yeah right. Like that would happen Archie.”

Veronica’s was that it was one long prank to get back at everyone who’d hurt her. “Veronica, thats just sociopathic.”

Betty’s was slightly less weird, that she probably just wants to make a friend and so she’s being overly nice to fool people into thinking she hasn’t got a heart made of ice. “Thats just mean.”

And Jughead’s was that she’d either been possessed by a poltergeist. “Aren’t they supposed to be mean?” Or, that she’d been taken over by aliens. “I think they’d have better things to do than make Cheryl nice.”

Plus there was all of the other ridiculous rumors flying around school, but she either seemed to not hear or just ignore them.

“Y/n. Are you even listening to me?” You’re pulled back down to earth by Cheryl waving her hands in front of your face.

“What? Yeah. Huh?” You ask and she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I was talking you through the routine for Friday. You know the whole reason why we’re in the gym after school.”

“Yes. Yes. I remember.” You stand and she shakes her head, despite the smile thats threatening to ruin her facade.

“Okay.” She stands beside you. “Are you watching?” She asks and glances at you, a smile making its way onto her face as she watches you go over the steps in your head. Your frowning slightly at you try to remember the steps and she can’t help but giggle a little as your arms start to move to.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head. “Ready?”

“Ye-”

“Good.” She nods. The music starts and she begins to go through the steps, you following a step behind her. However half way through you get distracted by the way she’s moving and then it hits you.

I’m in love with with Cheryl Blossom.

“Shit.” You mumble and she turns around quickly.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I erm. I just got a bit distracted. Sorry.”

“Its fine.” She smiles brightly. “Lets go again, I’ll help you this time.”

“You’re already helping me.” You reply and she rolls her eyes.

“I’ll help you even more.” She hits your arm lightly and your heart goes hay-wire at the small interaction. “Stand there.” You do as she says and the next thing you know she’s stood behind you were her hands on your hips.

“Wha-at, are you doing?” You stutter, your breathing getting quicker with each second. Her perfume is suffocating you, but in the best way and her breath is hot on your neck as she leans over you a little.

“He-helping.” She replies, also stuttering a bit and your swear you hear her breath hitch when you move your head to look at her. Your lips are millimeters away from hers, and if you leaned in just a little more you’d be kissing her, something you really want to do right now. You wonder what her lips would feel like against yours, how soft they’d be and if her lipstick would stain you, forever leaving a mark on you. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” Your eyes flicker up to meet hers and it feels like she’s staring directly into your soul.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely.” You reply and within seconds her lips are on yours, her hands gripping your waist tightly to turn you around. What you thought kissing Cheryl would be like, and actually kissing Cheryl, are completely different. Her lips are softer than you could ever imagine. Her lipstick tastes like cherries with a hint of maple syrup and you don’t think pancakes are ever going to taste the same again.

You both pull away, a bright blush on both of your faces and she giggles a little as she wipes the lipstick from the side of your face. But it doesn’t matter, she left a mark on you that day behind the bleachers, and you don’t think you’re ever going to be the same again...not that you’d really want to be.

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom imagine #cheryl blossom x you #cheryl blossom x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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ziracona · 4 years ago

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Hi! I just realised I havn't popped in in awhile. Do you have any headcanons u feel like sharing about the newer survivors?? (I love them all, they're so cool but I think imma have to say cheryl is my bby gurl. she's tired. let her rest.) also. i am. going insane. from a toothache :) - Sleepy

Hey! Hope your tooth pain clears up! I’m so sorry—that’s one of the worst. : /

Hmmm, I do, but I’m trying to think of ones I haven’t said in asks before. 😬 Unfortunately my memory of fictional characters is great, and my memory of what I said in asks is shitty. :’-]

I don’t know the newer survivors—except Nancy and Steve—as well as I do the older ones, because I’ve never written them, and I haven’t played Silent Hill. I like Zarina, Yui, and Cheryl a lot though. Poor fkn Cheryl can join Quentin in the “Please God, just one good day?” Existence. Rip to them both. 😭

Poor kid gets out of hell once, and ya throw her back in. :’-]

Let’s see—headcanon I am fairly sure I haven’t already shared. I think Yui and Min would get along really well, and Jane and Zarina would too.

Yui hates the serial killers especially, from her own personal experience, and goes to bat hard against them every time.

Ash flirts with everyone to a point it’s even more than Ace does, and for a while it becomes a competition between them to see who can flirt more and better than the other (not in a shitty way—everybody knows they have the competition going on and it’s more a ‘I can act better than you’ than a ‘I can win more hearts’ one.) Ace is declared the winner in class, Ash the winner in sheer quantity he’s able to churn out, and they agree to call it a semi-draw. It’s actually a really fun week for everyone, because they’re all constantly being complemented and flirted with in a way they know is performative and seeks 0 real actions from them in return, so essentially they are just showererd with ‘drunk girl in a bar bathroom’ levels of praise for seven days.

Felix and Nancy are the only two with significant others waiting back home, and they bond over talking about their wife/boyfriend and sharing stories and having someone around who understands that specific brand of pain and can encourage them that they’ll make it back home.

Tapp is a dad, so he gives Felix a lot of advice on stuff since he was an expecting father. Not so much “do this” advice, since his relationship with his family didn’t go so well, and he feels like he’s in absolutely no position to teach—more like “It’s okay. Women have been giving birth for thousands of years. She’s gonna make it just fine even if you’re not home yet, and you’ll get back to them. And I’m gonna teach you some of the tricks so you’ll be ready when you do. You can even surprise her by already knowing how to change a diaper and warm a formula bottle. I’ll show you how to do it,” and talking him through some of the stuff he would have been able to learn from infant care books. It’s sweet, but Tapp almost dies when Jane says its “Very heartwarming” and teases him, so they cut him some slack. Felix is really appreciative. Laurie has taken care of a ton of kids, and gives him some advice too, and so does Nancy, who had two younger siblings.

Steve is a disaster who suffers from “I like you and you are a girl, so *pigeon meme* Is this falling in love?” syndrome. Gets shot down hard by Laurie, who is ridiculously pissed at him for bringing it up during a trial when their lives are on the line, but after he gets over being super awkward around her, and she reaches out to be like, ‘Look, dumbass, why did you even like me?’ And he’s like ‘...because you’re, uh, really cool? A-and pretty? And...’ and eventually she’s like ‘Buddy, you don’t even really know me. You’re just lonely. You’re not in love with me, you just want to be, because you want to be in love with somebody, and that’s not gonna cut it, for me, or anyone. Be in love with a person—not with the concept of being in love. And for that to happen, you have to know them first.” And since Steve is good af self-improvement, he realizes she’s got a real point, and tries to find his worth outside of needing a girlfriend, and becomes both a lot happier, and one of Laurie’s closer friends. (Side note—this extends probably only to my initial Steve ideas. I had the idea batted around that in that universe, Stranger Things /is/ an existing show, but it’s based on a mix of urban legend and history from the 80s, and Nancy and Steve are the version from the actual 80s, and I think in that pitch Steve is dating Barb, who is still alive, and already worked through this specific issue, because many things happened differently for wild comedic ‘But in the show’ effect, becuase both them repeatedly going “WELL REALITY WAS A LITTLE DIFFERENT” when like, monster hunting shit from the show won’t work on the Demogorgan, and *Spit take* “THEY HAD ME HIT ON ROBIN?” “Ewwww” “YEAH ewww! She’s basically my lesbian little sister! We’ve been best friends since grade school! What the fuck :’-]” make for amazing joke potential. )

Cheryl starts having nightmares where she sees things from the Entity’s eyes she was never meant to see, and finding out dangerous amounts of information this way. The Entity decides at some point this is too big a threat, but because it’s proud, it doesn’t want to just kill her, as that would be admitting a human is a threat, so it starts having killers gun for her mercilessly to try to get her to give up, and the poor girl is in agony.

Zarina documents stuff form the realm constantly, and has a careful scrapbook collection of all notes and paraphernalia from past survivors. She also keeps conspiracy pages tacked together trying to figure out who they were becuase they deserve at least the justice of people somehow knowing how they died and what they went through. Laurie is a big help with this, and so is Claudette, who has been keeping stuff for a long time.

Yui is very no-nonsense, and protective. She gives off strong big sister vibes. She especially also loves board games/puzzles/other games like Shogi or Go and such, and Dwight and Adam create game pieces for her to play Go with when she mentions how much she used to like that kind of thing, and Yui is incredibly touched, and makes several other ones for people to play with too, and it becomes a very enjoyed pastime between trials. It’s engaging and competitive, but much more relaxed and low energy than sports or training or going for a run, so it’s a great alternative. Meg gets super into making puzzles, and all the artists do too, and take turns painting pictures on boards, cutting them into puzzle pieces with extreme painstakingly slow care, and then doing puzzles together. Jake is invaluable in the actual cutting pieces out area, but actually enjoys to do it.

Felix knows a lot more than anyone else about the Entity when he’s taken, so he spends a bunch of time with the research team trying to recall whatever he can from his childhood and sharing any information he has, then just stays on it because he wants to. He’s desperate to meet Benedict Baker someday himself, becuase that man seems to get around, and he really wants to know what happend to his father.

Everyone becomes protective as fuck of Cheryl when the Entity starts targeting her, and someone—I think Kate and or Meg—probably both together—as a one-off joke call themselves her knights at some point, becuase they’re running such dedicated protection detail, but it becomes a whole thing, and several more start to do it. They’ll like ‘fist clasped arm across chest at attention, quick bow’ when they see her, and it’s goofy as fuck, but it helps a lot making Cheryl’s reality more bearable. Plus, it’s really sweet. Nea gets in on this and comes back one day with a little daisy chain she made cause she was bored, sees Cheryl, it clicks, runs over and offers it as a ‘favor’. Zarina sees and comes back later that day from a trial and kneels and presents Cheryl with a rescued toolbox with a brand new part. This becomes increasingly common and extravagant, and Cheryl /cannot/ deal, but it’s like, genius, becuase it takes exactly this level of surreal goofy friend bullshit to distract from the hell she is living. She ends up just regularly having someone come back from a trial or trip to the woods, salute with an arm across their chest, bow, and present her with anything from a pinecone or pretty rock, to flowers or a medkit, to a salt statue or key, to a painting or hand made bracelet, to a makeshift weapon or a pillow. Everyone always tries to outdo each other, so the gifts tend to be extravagant. Zarina considers herself Cheryl’s righthand woman/personal knight by chocie, because she wanted a cause to fight for and has found one she truly loves, and she makes Cheryl her favorite gift so far, coming up to her at the end of a long day, after a very bad trial where Cheryl was mercilessly and slowly killed by the Pig, kneeling, and offering a thick shard of stained glass from the chapel, made sturdy and held in place with a few chunks of soldered and wrapped iron along the blade and down the grip, forming a razor sharp and reinforced stained glass knife.

#ask #Sleepy #headcanons #dead by daylight #dbd

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stonerbughead · 5 years ago

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Fathers Day is hard for a lot of us. I wrote this scene a couple years ago in Exhale chapter 4 in dedication to those of us with hard father relationships. thought I’d repost it today. If your dad sucks too, we can be in Daddy Issues club together💕

“Before you start foaming at the mouth, Toni, for the last time, we’re just friends.”

Toni rolled her eyes. “Well then. Friends come along to the bar. It’s not gonna be you third-wheeling me and Cheryl. Betty and Kevin will be there too.”

Jughead sighed. “It’s just...Father’s Day. I’ve already seen enough Instagram and Facebook posts about adoring fathers to know I don’t feel like being around a bunch of people today.”

Toni shook her head. “I would normally agree with you, but Betty, Kevin, and Cheryl are all in the same boat as us. Cheryl just texted me that they’re recounting all the worst things about their dads as we speak.”

Jughead’s ears perked up at that, as he was always open to making self-deprecating humor out of his childhood trauma. Typical broody English lit boy, Betty would say. “Okay, fine, you’ve convinced me. Let me run a comb through my hair and we’ll go.”

And that was how, two hours later, Jughead found himself sitting next to Betty on a bench swing on Cheryl and Betty’s back porch, which Jughead had not yet seen. Kevin was inside grabbing weed stuff, while Cheryl and Toni had long disappeared into Cheryl’s room with a paper-thin excuse. “This apartment is so great,” Jughead said, looking around at the paper lanterns and string lights Betty and Cheryl had decorated their outdoor space with.

“Thank God for Cheryl’s shitty parents and their blood money,” Betty said, laughing. “I pay so little to live here it’s insane.”

“Wow,” Jughead said, sipping the water Betty had gotten for him. “Cheryl really is a good friend.”

“The best,” Betty agreed, smiling. “So, how was your day?”

“Worked in the morning, took some jabs at peoples’ dads on Instagram, got some reading done for class. The usual.”

“Very productive day, indeed,” Betty said, looking up as Kevin came rushing onto the porch holding Betty’s bong, an ashtray, and a grinder.

“Okay, we’re halfway there!” he cried. “I’ll be right back with everything else!”

Betty reached into her shorts pocket for her lighter and, seeing that the bowl of the bong was already packed, lit the bowl. She exhaled a large hit away from Jughead and toward the apartment building behind them, which the porch faced.

“I heard you were recounting your worst dad stories,” Jughead said quietly.

“More like worst dad attributes,” Betty said. “But yes. None of us were blessed with A+ dads, unfortunately. I’m guessing you weren’t either?”

Jughead shook his head. “The full story is one for another day. But my dad sucked a lot. A lot of lying, a lot of being continually let down. It was hard to finally let go of him from my life but I feel a lot happier now that I have.” He was surprised at himself for revealing so much, but it felt right, given the day and the fact that he now knew with certainty that Betty could relate. That she wouldn’t judge.

“I feel that,” Betty said, sighing and exhaling another hit. “I haven’t talked to either of my parents since I made it to college. Polly and I realized that between the little extra money she can spare me and my scholarship, we could pull it off without them if I worked through school.” She looked over at Jughead nervously, gauging his reaction to something so real and intense about herself. “We’ve never looked back,” she added when she saw he was simply looking back at her with a soft and understanding look in his eyes, listening attentively.

“Guess we’ve got a lot in common,” he said quietly, watching her in the light of the paper lanterns as she lit another bowl. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until Kevin finally came rushing back in, impressively balancing a portable speaker, a jar of weed, a lighter, and a glass of water.

“Okay, who’s ready to talk Drag Race?” he gushed, laughing as both Betty and Jughead groaned. “I’m just kidding, you heteros. Although it IS Pride Month, you should have some respect for my culture.”

“I have the utmost respect,” Jughead said.

“Same,” Betty promised.

“Then pass the bong, bitch!” Kevin yelled and all three of them laughed as Kevin put on the music and started dancing with the bong in his hand.

Soon Cheryl and Toni rejoined them on the porch. With Cheryl nestled in Toni’s lap in the big chair, Betty and Jughead rocking side by side on the swing, and Kevin dancing around the porch, it truly felt like the perfect Father’s Day evening for a bunch of 21-year-olds whose fathers had continually let them down. Friends are truly the family you choose for yourself, Betty thought happily to herself as she ripped the bong and passed it, closing her eyes and giving herself a moment to feel lucky.

#bughead fanfiction #exhale #fuck fathers day #choni #bughead #mine

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 years ago

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grief ~ archie andrews; riverdale

word count: 1142

request?: no

description: after the passing of his father, archie begins to attend grief counselling and meets someone else who is also going through a hard time with a devastating loss

pairing: archie andrews x female!reader

warnings: 4x01 spoilers, very very sad

i originally had a cheryl blossom imagine in the works to put up last night in celebration of riverdale coming back, but i didn’t like it all that much and didn’t get the chance to upload it last night. after watching the episode, i decided to write this instead

For weeks after his father’s death, Archie spent all his time in his room, in bed, alone. He refused to see anyone, not his friends, not his mom, not even Veronica, which eventually put strain on their relationship. He just laid in bed, crying day in and day out. He had trouble sleeping, and spent most nights wide awake, wishing his dad was here again.

After a month, Archie decided enough was enough. He got out of bed, got a shower, put on clean clothes, and went to the nearest grief counselling circle.

The thing that surprised Archie was that the group didn’t have an age demographic. He assumed it would be older people mourning the loss of a spouse, but it wasn't just that. It was young people there to remember their parents, widows mourning their spouses, people of all ages there for friends who passed suddenly.

Archie sat in the circle, listening to the stories of the people who was there with him, people who felt the same was as he did. For the first time in a long time, he felt normal.

It came to the girl before Archie, a young teenager that looked maybe his age, if not a year younger. She was also new, according to her introduction.

“I’m (Y/N),” she said.

“Hi (Y/N),” the circle chorused.

She looked down at her lap, almost struggling to speak. “My...my parents died a week ago. It was a car crash, it was a rainy night and...and the other driver was drunk, or tired, or both. I can’t really remember, it’s all a blur.”

She bit her lip. The older woman next to her, who was still in tears after recounting the death of her husband, put a hand on (Y/N)’s, offering her a reassuring smile. Archie wished he could do the same, but he felt like it was the wrong time to do so.

“I was with them,” (Y/N) continued, now unable to contain her sobs. “I was in the backseat. Mom and dad were singing to some song on the radio and I was jokingly telling them to stop. I saw the headlights before they did, dad tried to swerve but that only made it worst. The driver t-boned us going so fast I was told we were lucky he didn’t straight up split the car in two.” She paused a moment to wipe her eyes. “The car flipped so many times, I was knocked out. When I came to, a paramedic was pulling me from the wreckage and asking me if I could hear her. She told me I lost a lot of blood and they were taking me to the hospital. On the ground next to the car...was two body bags.”

She leaned over and began to sob. Archie jumped to put a hand on her back, trying his best to help calm her down. The circle leader was also knelt in front of her, everyone else sat in their seats with tears running down their eyes.

“We may call for a break there,” the leader said. “Just to regroup ourselves, get some refreshments, calm down a little.”

The group nodded and stood to go to the refreshment table. (Y/N) stayed sat in her seat, still covering her face with her hands. Archie was still trying to help calm her down, although it seemed as though his efforts were moot.

After a moment, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She turned to Archie and he could see that her face was bright red and her eyes were puffy. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” Archie responded. “I get what you’re going through. My dad was killed a month ago, hit by a car while he was trying to help a woman change her tire. He saved her from being hit by the car.”

(Y/N) nodded. “He sounds like a hero.”

“He was,” Archie said. He still hadn’t gotten used to having to say “was” about his dad. It hurt every time he said it.

“Did they find the guy who did it?” she asked.

Archie nodded. “He...he didn’t stay in jail long. He made bail not too long after he turned himself in.”

“At least you have some closure there,” she said. “They never found who hit me and my parents. There was no witnesses, they don’t know if they’ll ever find him.”

“I’m so sorry,” Archie said. “I know how hard that is.”

(Y/N) nodded and sat back in her chair. The circle was starting to come back, and it was Archie’s turn to speak. Soon enough the session came to an end, the circle leader encouraging everyone to come back the next week.

(Y/N) stood first, pulling on her jacket and heading for the door. Archie was quick to catch up with her.

“Hey,” he said, startling her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say that it was nice to be able to talk to someone else who feels how I’m feeling. I mean, obviously my mom is grieving, too, but she and my dad separated so long ago, I wonder if she feels as bad as I do. Losing a spouse is one thing, but losing a parent...”

“I understand,” (Y/N) said. “It feels like no one in the world could possibly understand the pain you’re going through. It’s nice to talk to someone who’s kind of going through the same thing. I’m glad they found the guy who hit your dad.”

“I hope they find the guy that hit you guys,” Archie said. “And if you ever want to talk or anything, I could give you my number or something. We could become grief pals.”

(Y/N) giggled. “That sounds good. Maybe you could give it to me...over a milkshake at Pop’s?”

Archie was shocked at the request. The last place he expected to be asked on a date was after a grief counselling circle. His relationship with Veronica had ended mere weeks ago, and with his dad’s death still being such a fresh wound he knew he wasn’t in any place to get into another relationship any time soon. But he also knew he didn’t want to let (Y/N) go so soon.

“I have to warn you that I’m not in any position to date right now,” Archie told her.

Her face dropped suddenly. “Oh, of course! I’m so sorry, who the hell am I to ask you out on a date after a grief counselling circle?”

Archie laughed. “No, it’s okay. I’d love a milkshake, but for now I think we should remain friends, help each other through our mutual grieving, then see where things take us.”

(Y/N) smiled again. “Okay...yeah I’d like that.”

#archie andrews #archie Andrews imagine #archie Andrews x reader #kj apa #kj apa imagine #kj apa x reader #riverdale #riverdale imagine #in memoriam #imagine #one shot

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cheryl-in-a-barrel · 6 years ago

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I deserve it - part 3

Here is the third and final part to “I deserve it,” my alternative take on the choni fight scene in 3x12. If you haven’t yet, pls read part 1 and part 2 before this one.

It’s been a few days. Since Cheryl and Toni have spoken.

Cheryl’s avoiding Toni, even if she wasn’t the one to walk out of that bathroom, she’s the one now staying as far away from the other girl as she can, because well, she thinks that’s what Toni wants. She’s done enough damage already by not taking Toni’s feelings into account, so this time, that’s exactly what she plans to do. Toni didn’t want to see her, Cheryl knows that, so she’s staying away, trying to do something right for once.

All that mattered anyway was that her plan to talk with Jughead worked. Cheryl caught sight of Toni out in the parking lot after school with her serpent jacket being worn proudly over her shoulders, back where it belongs.

Toni has her family back, and she’s safe and sound in the gang that’s offered her shelter for the past three years. At least Cheryl was able to fix something. She may have destroyed her relationship with Toni, but she fixed this. It was something.

Cheryl’s gotten a number of calls and text messages from Toni all day, but after the fifth call, Cheryl turned her phone off.

She was done being selfish.

Toni would be much better off without Cheryl constantly dragging her down, and Cheryl was determined to make sure Toni was only given the best. The best didn’t include Cheryl.

Things are better like this.

Even with all the pain her poor, fragile heart is in, she knows she’s doing the right thing.

Toni told her to get some perspective, and well, she has.

Enough perspective to realize that people were just better off without Cheryl Blossom in their lives.

Maybe her mother is right, maybe it really should have been Cheryl instead of Jason who got shot and killed last summer.

Maybe that was how the story was meant to be written.

…..

“Hey, Jones!” Toni shouts, immediately spotting Jughead and Betty sitting at a booth in Pop’s the second she walks through the door.

“What’s up, Toni?” Jughead asks, momentarily moving his gaze from Betty, as Toni comes stomping over to their table.

“Have you seen my girl come by here? She’s been avoiding me all day and I need to talk to her,” Toni explains, not really paying attention to the couple in front of her as she scans the rest of the diner for a flash of long, red hair.

“Nope, haven’t seen her since that other night she came over. I don’t know why you’re bugging so hard though, isn’t it nice to have a break from the ice queen every once in awhile?” It’s a poor, poor attempt at a joke, and Betty is kicking Jughead’s shin under the table as Toni crosses her arms and narrows her eyes on the boy.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” She asks, voice steely, posture tense.

“He didn’t mean it like that,” Betty tries to deflect, looking sheepish. Jughead only straightens up and matches Toni’s glare with one of his own.

“All I’m saying is Cheryl can be a lot to handle. If she’s giving you the cold shoulder maybe you should just take it…I mean, don’t you think you can do better, Toni?”

“Oh no,” Betty is mumbling to herself as she puts her face down into her hands. Jughead had a serious problem knowing when was the right time to keep his opinions to himself, this, being the perfect example.

Toni allows her anger to take over as she moves forward and grabs Jughead by the collar of his shirt.

“Cheryl is the girl of my dreams, and the best thing that’s ever happened to me. So no, I can’t do better, not in a million years. And maybe you’d know that if you got off your damn high horse for two seconds and realize there’s more to people than the surface level bullshit you get stuck up on. Playing God with the serpents is one thing, but you keep your holier than thou attitude the hell away from my girlfriend.” Toni pushes Jughead away from her before angrily exiting the diner and getting as far away from that boy as she could.

He may be the serpent king, but Toni isn’t sure she’ll be able to follow someone like him anymore. When Jughead kicked her out, it really opened her eyes to the kind of person he is. The kind who would banish her from her own family even after he’s made the same mistakes that he crucified her for in the first place. None of them were innocent, and to pretend that some were more worthy than others, because what, Jughead deemed them to be? That was fucked up no matter how you look at it.

When Jughead offered her solace with the serpents once again, she thought he’d came to his senses. That he made the wrong decision, and he wanted to make up for it.

But then he told her it was Cheryl that begged him to give Toni a second chance. That it was Cheryl who came to him with pleas to make things right. Cheryl, who asked for nothing else but to give Toni back her home that had been so cruelly ripped away from her.

Cheryl, the girl she loves.

The girl she needs to find.

Toni had no idea where she was, but she had a few ideas of places she could check, and so, she gets on her bike and goes to do just that.

…..

“Oh JJ, I wish you were still here. Nothings been the same since you left. Sometimes it feels like you leaving is what started this whole miserable chain reaction of masked vigilantes, and dark, unsolvable mysteries in Riverdale. It’s like the world just couldn’t handle losing someone as precious as you.” Cheryl sits at Jason’s grave, staring at the neat carving of his name in stone through glassy eyes.

How she missed her dear brother.

With her parents only focus on her being strictly confined to seeing her as their emotional punching bag, while treating Jason as their golden boy who could do no wrong, Cheryl thinks Jason must have been the only person who truly was better off with her in his life.

At least she was able to actually provide him with something helpful. Even if that thing was their parent’s abuse. She took the hits, so Jason didn’t have to.

“I miss you so much,” Cheryl cries, hear tears making a mess of her makeup, not that she cares.

She thought losing Jason would be the worst pain she’d ever know, and in part it still is, but losing Toni in addition to her beautiful brother, hurt her in ways she didn’t even know was possible.

Cheryl’s alone, with no one but herself to blame for it.

And it hurts.

It feels like her soul is on fire, screaming for salvation as the flames pick her apart piece by piece.

As dramatic as it may sound, Cheryl’s always felt things with just a little more strength than what was considered normal. Perhaps that’s why her actions were often over the top, because she needed the outside to mimic everything she felt on the inside.

But she doesn’t know how she’d be able to recreate what she’s feeling now. With the only people who have ever meant anything to her gone, she didn’t think the pain she was left with would ever heal.

“Cher?” A voice calls out gently, and Cheryl jumps from the unexpected visitor, furiously wiping her tears with her hands as Toni comes closer.

“Toni? What are you doing here?” Cheryl asks, nervously watching the other girl.

Toni slowly lowers herself down until she’s sitting on the cold ground of the cemetery, same as Cheryl. She leaves a little space between them, even if her instinct is to scoot closer.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Toni explains, “You’ve been dodging me all day, and after checking a couple other places, I knew you must have been here.”

Cheryl nods in understanding, and averts her gaze back to Jason’s grave, finding it way too difficult to look at Toni right now.

She should have known Toni would find her here. The girl is stubbornly persistent, and more clever than people give her credit for.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Toni wonders, looking at her girlfriend and trying not to let the sight break her heart.

Cheryl shrugs, and moves her knees up to her chest.

“Because I’m done dragging you down with me, Toni. You shouldn’t even be here right now, just go.”

“What?” Toni says, shock taking over her expression as she tries to process what Cheryl just said.

“You’re better off without me constantly bringing you into all my messes. You were right okay, I’m too busy being Cheryl, never thinking about how my actions hurt all the people around me. I don’t deserve you, Toni, so just go away.”

Toni can’t believe what she’s hearing.

How could Cheryl possibly think she didn’t deserve her?

How could this beautiful, intelligent, sensational girl think so little of herself?

Toni gives up on the whole space thing, and crawls over to Cheryl’s side, not stopping until their bodies are pressed together, and Toni has Cheryl’s face cradled in both her hands.

“Are you out of your mind?” She asks, her voice shaky.

“Ton—“

“I love you.”

Cheryl whimpers, blinking back her tears.

“No you don’t.”

“Don’t you dare try to tell me otherwise. I love you, Cheryl Blossom. And you do deserve me, we deserve each other, because we deserve some sense of happiness in our fucked up lives. I was mad, okay? Mad at the announcement about Moose, and mad about getting kicked out of the serpents, and mad about everything that’s happened to us ever since summer ended, but do you seriously think that meant I wanted to just give up? On us? Babe, you’re the best thing in my life.”

Cheryl grips the sleeve of Toni’s jacket and pushes herself closer to the girl, taking advantage of their close proximity after so many days apart.

“I’m sorry, Toni. For everything. For doing what I did to Moose, and for being so careless with the serpents, and for causing chaos at every turn without thinking about how it could affect you. How can you possibly be ok with staying with me after everything I’ve done?”

“You made a couple mistakes, Cher, but I know you, and I know your heart, and I know how good it is. I mean look, you got me back with the serpents, babe. I can’t thank you enough for doing that… You can’t change what’s in the past, but you don’t have too, all you need to do is keep trying here in the present.” Toni finishes by leaning down and leaving a kiss on Cheryl’s forehead.

“Do you really mean that, TT? You’re not just saying this because you feel obligated or pitiful?” Cheryl feels the ever present insecurity creep up in the back of her mind, despite Toni’s reassuring words.

Toni decides to give Cheryl her answer with something other than words. Sliding her hand over to grip the back Cheryl’s neck, Toni pulls her in for a kiss, capturing her lips and tasting the salt from both their tears as she does.

The next thing Cheryl knows, she’s on Toni’s lap, and her girlfriend is holding her steady as they soak up as much of one another as physically possible.

Four days since they’ve last spoken, since they’ve last kissed, or felt each other’s touch, or held the other’s hand. It was torture, and they just wanted, so desperately, to be together again.

“You’re my everything, babe, don’t you get that?” Toni breathes, as her lips part from Cheryl’s for the tiniest of moments.

“You’re the most important person in my life, TT. Please don’t leave me?”

“Never,” Toni says it like the mere idea is the most insane thing she’s ever heard, “I could never be that stupid.”

Cheryl wraps her arms around Toni’s shoulders and hugs her tight. Hugs her like her life depends on it.

She loves this girl. Loves her with her whole damn heart. Cheryl doesn’t have a single clue what she did to deserve a girl like Toni in her life, to deserve that warm smile, and those pretty eyes, and her extraordinary mind.

She doesn’t understand why she was given such happiness. But while here in Toni’s arms, where she feels safer than she’s ever been before, she’s starting to think, maybe, just maybe,

She deserves it after all.

#choni #fanfiction #riverdale #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #riverdale 3x12 #choni fanfiction #I deserve it

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ffwriter2018 · 6 years ago

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Jealousy

Toni never felt safe or secure in her life like she does when she’s with Cheryl. It scares her because she’s always had to keep her guard up not let anyone see her weaknesses. Cheryl was the first person to see Toni for the broken and fragile person she hid from the out side world. Lately she’s been struggling a lot with thoughts that she isn’t enough for Cheryl. They had a week off from school so as a last minute idea they took off for the week. Just the two of them away from the city ,craziness and stress from school.

It was day 4 of their spontaneous trip they were having a great time. Except Toni couldn’t shake this feeling, honestly she wasn’t sure exactly what it was but she knew she didn’t like it. They rode on her bike to the restaurant when they walked in she got that feeling again. She felt sick because it was then when she realized what she was feeling. Jealousy and guilt, two feelings she’d never like to admit. Even though they walk in together hand and hand she senses the hostess watching and eyeing her girlfriend. Which only adds to those negative feelings. Once they get to their table Toni’s mind is racing a mile a minute. She isn’t the type of person to feel insecure in a relationship she completely zoned out. It’s her girlfriends voice that send her back into reality.

“Babe what do you want to drink?” Cheryl looks at Toni a little bit confused and worried. Toni snaps out of her daze looks at the waitress who is looking at her like she wants to completely ignore her. “Coffee.” Toni says simply the waitress walks away. Cheryl places her hand on Toni’s. “Are you okay love?” Toni looks up to meet her eyes just places a fake smile and nods. Cheryl knows something is up but doesn’t press the topic right now. The waitress comes back with their drinks noticeably daunting over Cheryl. “Are you ready to order?” She askes the question to Cheryl. “TT you ready?” Cheryl notices the way the waitress is ignoring her girlfriend. Toni is tense she’s starting to get real pissed with this lady. They order their foods respectively then sit there in silence for a little.

Toni knows she’s acting weird so she tries to get out of this head space. “How’s your tea babe?” Cheryl places her phone down immediately to talk to her and their food was coming. “Definitely not as good as you make it at home, that’s for sure.” Cheryl says which causes Toni to finally smile for the first time today. “Can I get you anything els?” Waitress asks as she stands closely to Cheryl’s side of the booth. “Yes my girlfriend has asked for a refill on her coffee which you have still yet not brought her. “ Cheryl snaps not once looking towards the woman on the receiving end of the bitter words. She walks away with out another word, comes back and pours Toni a cup of hot coffee. “I wasn’t worried about it babe. I’m kinda used to getting the cold shoulder/ ignored while we’re out together.” As soon as she said it she regrets it. Mentally dreading the conversation that was going to happen. She doesn’t look at Cheryl not yet she can’t admit her insecurities in a place like this.

“Wha- Toni what do you mea-?”Cheryl starts to say but Toni shakes her head. “Never mind, forget I said anything it’s nothing.” She eats her food looking at her phone anywhere but at the eyes who are staring right through her. The manager comes over “How was your meal lady’s?” He actually acknowledged both women. “The food was good but your service was extremely unprofessional. You should tell your servers to not hit on customer who is out with their girlfriend. Also not to completely ignore and treat someone with anything less than respect.” Cheryl snaps and throws her napkin on her plate. “So if you could be so kind as to get our check I would greatly appreciate it.” The manager nods and walks away. Both girls were done eating there was a charged tension between them. He comes back over empty handed. “I’m very sorry that your visit was uncomfortable we do not condone any of this. Your meal is on the house and again I sincerely apologize for this.” “Thank you.” Is all Cheryl says. Toni just nods at him. He leaves the girls get their stuff together and walk out.

Toni is on her bike starting it up putting on her helmet when she noticed Cheryl just standing there arms crossed in front of her chest. “Come on Cheryl it was supposed to rain hence the reason we were staying in today. I want to get back to the hotel before we get soaked, please.” Toni finally looks at her. Her girlfriend knows she’s right but also hiding something. She doesn’t say anything just puts her helmet on gets behind Toni and holds her. Their driving back to the hotel when they stop at a light and it’s not as loud. Cheryl says “ I love YOU” and kisses the back of Toni’s shoulder. Toni hears her and the tears roll down her cheek she’s so glad she’s driving. They got back to the hotel just in time as it starts to pour. This tension was growing as the seconds went by.

Toni is trying to find the right words on how she’s feeling, without sounding needy. “Am I going to be enough for you in a few weeks, months or years?” Toni asks as she changed into her sweats. Cheryl is taken aback at those words. “Why would you ask something like that?” Toni stops in her tracks turning to Cheryl letting out a deep sigh.“Because when we go out I get this knot in my stomach. Everyone fawns over you, stops in their tracks when they see you. I know that because that’s how I always see you.I pause mid sentence when I make you laugh because your laugh is the best thing I’ve ever heard. When you are deciding on what to wear in the morning and you look at 7 different outfits but always pick the first. I sit there smiling watching the way your nose scrunches up when you’re aggravated.” Toni has a small smile as she sits on the chair opposite of where Cheryl is sitting.

Toni takes a deep breath these next few sentences are going to be hard for her to get out. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m jealous and kind of insecure. Plus the way you unknowingly add/respond to it. I know that sounds crazy, and I’m overreacting but I guess today was the worst I’ve felt about it. But then you snapped at the waitress and I felt like you finally saw. I know you love me and would never do anything to intentionally hurt me. I have to figure out how to deal with these emotions and be honest with you. Instead of being embarrassed and driving myself crazy.” Toni lets out a breath that’s like physically releasing everything that’s been bottled up. She looks at Cheryl who has tears coming down her face. Cheryl looks at her with so much compassion and love.

Cheryl gets up to walk over to Toni, she takes her hands to walk back over to the bed. They are sitting there facing each other Cheryl leans in and gives Toni a quick kiss. “Of course you are always going to be enough for me. One of my favorite things you do is sing like no one is listening. Every morning when you sing in the shower I stand there and listen. Your laugh and I mean your true deep laugh every time I hear that TT it’s the best thing. I notice that people always come to me first but you’ve never seemed to react to it. So I never wanted to bring it up, I didn’t want to sound self centered Incase that wasn’t the case. But this morning I knew that you’ve always noticed and that hurt me. You’re not crazy and you’re not overreacting. I’m sorry that I didn’t do anything about it sooner.” Cheryl wipes her eyes then wipes Toni’s cheek. “There’s no just dealing with these feelings alone. I’m glad you finally told me. I’m going to try and read those situations better. You are the only one I have eyes for trust me on that.” Cheryl smiles as Toni kisses her cheek.

“You’re not the only one that gets jealous babe.” Cheryl states as she stands up to change with a smile. “What do you mean by that.” Toni questions with a hint of sarcasm. “The way girls and guys stare at you when you get off your bike. It’s like they see you in slo-mo. Their mouths drop down to the ground ,eyes bugging out of their heads. They watch your every-move sometimes even come up to ask you dumb obvious questions.” Cheryl stands there arms crossed looking at her girlfriend. “Those are the times when I walk up to you put my arm around your back or empathize when calling you babe. I want them to know you aren’t alone.” She walks back over to Toni and stands in front of her. Toni looks up at her with a smirk and says “I love you.” Cheryl leans down kisses Toni and says “I love you forever and always Toni.” Toni pulls Cheryl down on the bed kissing her. Everything will work out. Their love is to great to let jealousy get in the way.

#choni #choni fic #cheryl x toni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #riverdale #jealousy

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hannahlovestheatre · 6 years ago

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Riverdale + Heathers = how very...(a good rant and review)

Ok so to start off if you're someone who doesn't watch Riverdale and only watched it solely to watch this episode because you thought it would be "trash" or you were politely curious or whateva whateva, here's a small, spoiler free synopsis of what's been going on this season...

This season of Riverdale has had a hard focus on cults and a massive drug possession. The people running this cult are complete wackadoos and Betty Cooper is determined to stop them as they have taken her mom and sister and also they are bringing out the worst in the citizens of Riverdale and ya know KILLING SOME OF THEM. The cult branches out from a creepy board game come to life called Gryphons and Gargoyles but we don't have to touch on that as much. The drug thing is all on Veronica Lodge's father but her mom has been helping on the side and so has Jughead's mom. Everyone in the town is turning against each other and it's been hard to find trust in people that don't see things through the eyes of "The Farm" or are trying to distribute some strong ass drugs.

Tbh that's not even a good description but it gives some good background on the main points of drugs and cults. Now...

Heathers is a world renowned CULT classic movie. The creators clearly used the term to their advantage (literally the only people to applaud at the end of the school's production were the MEMBERS OF THE CULT) and once again connected their characters to the characters of another piece of work and saw this as another opportunity to do a musical episode considering their Carrie one was a success for them even though it wasn't everyone's favorite, but of course I liked it, and Heathers is now a staple to the world of musical theatre.

I think that the Heathers episode was executed a lot better than the Carrie one. I appreciated the Carrie one more because that musical is so slept on and they were able to get the word out about it. But the Carrie episode was more focused on being an episode about the school musical and showed more of the rehearsal process and what the numbers looked like in their production rather than incorporating the songs into real life to make them seem more relatable. The Heathers episode actually incorporated itself into the current storyline of the show and helped tie up some loose ends with the relationships of this season. All the songs they used supported the conflicts and state of mind for each character. They didn't even have the cast sing songs that their Heathers characters sing like for example Betty and Jughead sang Seventeen even though Betty was cast as Duke and Jughead isn't even in the show (we will touch on this later because I think my puddle of tears is still in the living room). They also heard our prayers to have Casey Cott sing more and then threw Cole Sprouse in there to make it even better. (Thanks Riverdale creators!)

Long story short, it seemed more like if Glee were doing a Heathers episode which I stan hard as I am the biggest gleek to ever gleek.

I think they picked all the right songs, Fight For Me was the biggest surprise choice to me but I liked what they did with it again for context sake. If they had found a way to add Freeze Your Brain, The Me Inside of Me, and/or Shine a Light I would have been interested in seeing that. It also would have been cool to see I Say No (Betty would have nailed it as she is saying a big fat no to this cult).

I also wasn't as mad about them using the lyric changes that are in the school edition because it hit me. This is a HIGH SCHOOL putting on a production of HEATHERS THE MUSICAL. Since most schools would either get a big checkmark in the NO box to even put on the show, if a school did get the clear to put on Heathers, they would 100% have to do the school edition. So ya know what haters, they're actually being realistic with the production they actually got the rights to put on. It makes so much sense coming from a hardcore theatre nerd like myself.

Yes I would say some of the cast was autotuned but my mom thought everyone was a great singer and she was very genuine in that comment. Casey Cott, Lilli Reinhart, and Camila Medes are definitely the most polished but Vanessa Morgan, KJ Apa, Madelaine Petsch, Ashleigh Murray, and COLE SPROUSE are also very strong singers. They have more guts to sing this hard score than most people do in community theatre productions of Heathers.

I do think the casting of their musical was mostly spot on only I didn't really see Josie playing Veronica. But going back to my point on the episode not really touching on the actual musical production of Heathers that's happening, it didn't really matter. They pretty much never showed her singing Veronica's stuff so it went right over my head. I think Toni could have been a great Veronica as her Dead Girl Walking had spot on interpretation but actually Betty could have knocked it out of the park as Veronica and Toni could have been Duke to heighten the conflict between her and Cheryl at the time. They didn't HAVE to do it this way because they know the show better than we do but if I were casting Hearthers with Riverdale characters, that's where my head was going.

I know everyone said Betty should be McNamara and Veronica should be Duke but as I watched the episode, I realized everyone based that off looks because McNamara's dad is "LOADED" and the poor girl tries to kill herself because of what goes on outside of the social circle aka literally what Veronica is going through on the show right now. It all clicked. I believed her when she sang Lifeboat. And Betty is a low key savage. She isn't thirsty for Cheryl's power in real life but she does want to make a statement and be heard and to win this battle over the town cult. It made sense once I saw it in front of me.

Cheryl is Heather Chandler. Period.

And again they didn't really focus on their actual production of Heathers and that particular cast but let me say this rn. If Cole Sprouse does not play JD at any point on the future, the world is cancelled. I really didn't think he would ever sing in these kind of episodes or at all, because the show does have the actors perform on occasion. However, when they announced this was happening, I had a glimmer of hope that Jughead would play JD because it makes so much sense...and then he didn't...and then he sang Seventeen anyways and broke my fucking heart. I'm not sure if he really was singing the entire time because the man went up an entire octave between the verse and the chorus but man I was picturing a future production of Heathers starring Cole Sprouse and Lilli Reinhart. It needs to happen. This was literally 2 minutes of the episode and idek if y'all feel the same way but man it wrecked my emotions and my OG Disney Channel stan was losing her mind over Cole Sprouse singing her favorite song from Heathers.

It's 11:47 PM so I need to wrap this up before I fall asleep and forget everything lol.

As a wrap up, I really liked this musical episode and I really liked the other one but it really grinds my effin gears when people jump to conclusions because theatre people aren't doing theatre things. Theatre is inclusive. The arts are inclusive. We can't close our walls to the select few people that "got our criteria to be in the community" (oh wait, isn't that like a cult...? I guess their plan worked).

If you've seen my other posts you know I could rant about this topic for days but long story short, if you aren't willing to not just be a part of the community and welcome everyone in and accept everything as its separate entities but still have your opinions on it without jumping to conclusions...did you eat a brain tumor for breakfast because what's your damage? ❤💛💚💙

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onceuponamirror · 7 years ago

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little bells

///// CHAPTER 2

summary: She just wanted to close the book, but all chapters are meant to be read.

Or, how she accidentally willed a boyfriend into existence.

fandom: riverdale ship: betty x jughead words: 9k chapters: 2/4

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The way Betty sees it, she has three options.

Option A is to just to flat out come clean. This is, objectively, probably the wisest move. Betty is not a great liar, whereas Cheryl is an excellent reader between lines, and Veronica could be hurt by the deception. And realistically, she probably won’t get very far into this plan as it is.

All Betty has to do is just sit Veronica down, explain that she’d been overwhelmed in the moment, and hope that Veronica’s well-placed but overbearing sense of duty over Betty’s happiness will subside.

As if.

It’s fairly unlikely that this will at all play out in a way that appeases everyone; Betty knows Veronica far too well to be that naïve.

Cheryl will happily summon a rainstorm of I told you so’s and Veronica will just circle back to her original argument: that Betty shouldn’t be going alone, or better yet, not at all.

And then she’s just back at square one, which is the moral equivalent of clapping her hands over her ears and singing her la-la-la’s while Veronica paces in front of her, demanding they eschew tradition. And Cheryl would probably be in the back, flatly suggesting Betty cut through the red tape and just hire an escort to be done with it.

But Option B is the gamble.

Option B is that Betty should just ask Jughead out, make dating him legitimate, and then, at some point next month, casually drop that she really needs a date to this wedding they’d been vaguely talking about before and try to convince him to accompany her.

And in some regards, this feels like the obvious solution. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst, either.

She’s definitely attracted to him, and rarer still, she even thinks he’s funny. But it would also feel like she was using him, somehow, and she cannot do that, even if she was being generous and saying there’s at least a chance it’s mutual.

Even though the only thing she has to go on is that Nancy said he wasn’t a talker, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind talking to her. Still, that feels like a flimsy basis for romance.

Not to mention that extremely awkward hug outside the building last week, the way he’d barely moved but to pat her on the back, like she was some kind of old, sick dog that he felt sorry for.

Frankly, he’d looked more like he’d been kicked in the stomach than actually enjoyed it, so considering that, she’s definitely not sure of anything. She knows, at least thanks to Nancy’s seating chart, he’s probably still single, but that doesn’t mean that he’s interested in girls, let alone her.

Plus, even if he did agree to one date with her, that’s absolutely no guarantee he’d agree to more, let alone such a big one like a wedding.

So if she asks him out, and he turns her down or they break up, that pretty much kills her plan right there in the cradle. She wonders if maybe that would be for the best, if she should just end this here and now, because really, how well can this end? How can she even actually properly execute it?

Betty can be called a lot of things, but scheming is not one of them.

But she knows her best friend well enough to realize Veronica will never let this go otherwise, so Betty considers Option C, which oddly, and completely illogically, feels like the safest bet.

Option C is just to talk to Jughead, explain what she’s done, and beg him to help her out anyway. At least with that option, there’s the tiniest chance that he’ll take pity on her.

After all, they have already talked about how miserable weddings are, which is why she thinks he might have a bit of sympathy for her situation. She definitely doesn’t know him well enough to ask of it as a favor, however; she’ll have to come up with something to offer him in thanks or payment. She can clean his apartment. Cook him dinner for a month straight? Or edit a manuscript he’s not ready to show Nancy? No, that feels redundant. Why would he want that, when he already has an editor?

She doesn’t even know him well enough to know what he’d want in return, and that feels like a bit of a sign, one that weighs heavy in her stomach as she crosses down the corridor, towards Nancy’s office.

With a big, steadying breath, Betty raps lightly against Nancy’s doorframe. She looks up from her desk, a grin already in place. “Hey sugar,” she greets fondly, folding her arms over her desk. “What’s up?”

“Um,” Betty starts, trying to steel herself. But she’s going to have to sacrifice her dignity several times over for this plan to work, and this, unfortunately, is where it must start. She takes another breath. “Well, I’ll just say it: Jughead…is he straight? Or, at least interested in women?”

Nancy blinks, and then her lips purse into a smile. “Of course, I’ve never asked him, but he once brought a girl to a fundraiser we threw. And based on his choice of heroines, it’s arguable that he’s even got a thing for blondes,” she adds, giving Betty an obvious once over.

Her cheeks warm, and her mouth opens and closes once, simultaneously searching for her next words while warring her instinct to bat away compliments. Luckily, Nancy comes to her rescue. “Let me guess. You want his number?”

Betty laces and re-laces her fingers. “Maybe his email?” She asks, and Nancy smirks, clicking the head of her ballpoint pen very decisively. She swivels back to her computer, types furiously for a few moments, and then copies something down onto a post-it note.

She rips it off cleanly, offering it out with the sticky side stuck to one very pointed finger. Betty scrambles forward to take it, her face still flushed red.

“You two make an odd amount of sense, actually,” Nancy adds, settling back onto her elbows. “Just don’t make things messy for me, if you can. I’d like not to be editing the story about the green-eyed girl who broke his heart next year.”

“The Van Morrison song that never was,” Betty chirps, forcing a smile, even as she privately thinks that of all the people involved in this plan, Jughead has the best likelihood of walking out of this unscathed—but, of course, tells Nancy none of that.

Once back at her own office, Betty closes the door and presses herself against the soft wood grain for a long moment, attempting to bottle her anxiety. She doesn’t know why this makes her feel so uniquely adolescent again; it’s not even a real flirtation, after all.

Obviously, she’s made overtures to men before. In fact, the entire reason she’s in this predicament at all is because of the time she got it in her head that she should try to initiate a relationship with a person who saw her as just a friend.

And here she goes again, with practically the same idea. But this time, Jughead probably doesn’t even see her as a friend. Doesn’t see her as an anything. What is wrong with her?

Perhaps she should start writing cookbooks.

She could call it, A Tablespoon of Salt: Select Recipes For the Hungry and Foolhardy.

Dear readers, simply add a teaspoon of irony, a drop of self-loathing, a cup of wastrel poetry, all the pleases in your kitchen cupboard, and voila! The perfect formula for repeating your past mistakes.

Betty closes her eyes and blows out a breath, gathering herself, and then marches forward to her desk and pulls up her email browser. Jughead’s address is simple, even if she doesn’t totally understand it—jfpj3 at a gmail account. Odd, but her first email address was an ode to a backstreet boy, so she’s in no place to judge.

Hey, Jughead!

It’s Cooper, Betty Cooper. Nancy gave me your email. Had something I wanted to talk to you about. Was just wondering if you’d like to maybe get a drink sometime?

No, no, that sounds terrible. What, is this her first time ever flirting? Is this even flirting? Technically, it’s not supposed to be. Anyway, in addition to trying too hard to be casual, asking to get drinks has too strong a connotation.

She aggressively hits the backspace button until the subject body is empty again, cradling her forehead with her free hand.

Hey, Jughead!

It’s Betty, from Random House and/or the wedding, and/or the time you ran into me under the overhang of the office.

Nancy gave me your email address because there was something I wanted to run by you. Would you be able to meet for coffee sometime?

Best, Betty

She deletes a stupid smiley face from the end of the last sentence and rereads it, her teeth nibbling onto her bottom lip. This could almost pass as a professional inquiry, just vague enough to make him consider it. Betty nods to herself. This could work.

Hitting send before she can think twice, thrice, and then rewrite it four more times, Betty pushes back from her desk, willing herself not to sit there refreshing the page until her fingers bruise.

She decides to go make some tea in the break room, and hides away there, distractedly over-steeping her tea bag, until Nancy and another fiction editor appear in the doorway, in the middle of a conversation.

Nancy flashes her a large, knowing grin when she spots her, and Betty almost knocks over her drink in her haste to flee the room, because she’s apparently still feeling painfully immature about all of this.

But Nancy doesn’t know Betty’s intentions, doesn’t know it’s not real, and that seems to makes it all the worse, because Nancy thought they made sense and it just makes her feel like an asshole.

With nowhere else to go but back to her office, she drags her feet back there, once again closing a door she normally leaves open. She settles into her chair, places the tea mug down with care, and exhales slowly before checking her email.

There’s a response.

Hey Betty,

Yeah, I can do that. Want me to come up to the office tomorrow? There’s a couple of coffee haunts around your building, if memory serves.

-Jughead

It couldn’t have been that easy.

No questioning of her motives, no suspicious doublespeak? Just ‘yeah, I can do that’? And offering to come to her, even?

Blinking, she types back, No need to battle midtown on my behalf! You live in Brooklyn, right? I’m in Greenpoint. We could meet for coffee this weekend? I know a nice little café on Manhattan Ave. Or I could come to you. Just let me know!

A few minutes later, I’m actually in Greenpoint too, or just outside of it, anyway. This weekend is kind of busy for me, in that I’m supposed to be locked away in my room, listening to the new Mac DeMarco album and trying to dissect alt-alt-alt pet sounds. So if it’s all the same to you, I could meet tonight. Lmk.

Betty stares at the email. He wants to meet tonight? She then looks down at herself, at her outfit of a simple blue button up and jeans, of the slight stain blooming on her sleeve from sloshing her tea around, and has a moment of panic.

Fake date or not, she still wants to look a little cuter than this, or at least nominally better than the time he’d seen her outside the building, practically drenched in summer sweat.

But she could always leave a little early to go home and change, and decides that maybe it’s the right move, getting this over with. Waiting till the weekend would’ve just turned her into a wreck.

So she thinks of the nicest bar with the nicest lighting within proximity to her apartment, and writes back, Alright! Broken Land, on Franklin? How’s 7? Thanks!

Yep. See you then.

Once again wondering how in the hell that felt so easy and again cross-checking if Option B could actually work, she returns to the actual work she has to get done today at rush speed; she’s pretty sure her boss wouldn’t mind her taking off early, considering she’s only ever done that so rarely and usually for a long-established appointment, but once a goody-goody, always a goody-goody, as Cheryl might say.

She was too much of a nerd to ever cut class without good reason, and this is all more of the same; if she’s going to leave early, she better be done early too. And at quarter to five, she finishes up her last draft revision and prints it out to reread tonight at home, clicks off her computer, and then darts towards the elevators.

If she hurries her pace walking past Nancy’s office, she definitely won’t admit it.

Once home, Betty throws her bag down in the hallway and rushes to her bedroom.

Before living here, she would’ve never been such an impolite roommate as to drop all of her things by the door and kick her shoes off to land where they may, but the real benefit of her best friend’s dating life is that Betty has inherited Cheryl’s old place and her rent-control, and can finally, for the first time in her life, afford to live by herself.

It’s a little lonely at times, Betty having gotten used to all those years of hearing bumps in the night and the clattering of pans inopportunely and the grinding of coffee early in the morning, but in moments like these, where she’s scrambling for time and running around the apartment in just her underwear, she very much appreciates the solitude.

The train had been delayed between junctions for twenty minutes, which had effectively thrown off Betty’s attempt at being ahead of schedule, and now it’s past 6:30, and really, she should already be leaving to meet him.

She shakes down her ponytail, but finds her hair far too fluffed out a mess to allow to stay that way, so she gathers it back up, leaving a few framing tendrils around her face, deciding it’ll have to do. Despite a constant ebbing sense of comfort in the way she dresses, five minutes before she has to leave is probably not the time to start analyzing her appearance.

Betty digs through her drawers for something that catches her eye, and with half a grimace and half a spark of excitement, grabs for the little brown corduroy miniskirt she only breaks out for dates or at Veronica’s insistence, or usually both. But sometimes showing a little leg makes her feel more powerful, so it can’t hurt this time.

Pulling on a cap-sleeved pink top but deigning to leave the top couple buttons undone, she slips into a pair of low heels and snatches her purse back up from the floor, checking her reflection in the foyer mirror one last time.

Definitely a little more skin than normal, but not more than he’s already seen, thanks to her strapless little dress from the wedding. She applies a shade of blush lipstick and nods to herself in silent encouragement, and then heads out into the night.

She’s only been to this bar a couple of times; Cheryl claims to miss it once every couple of months and insists the three of them meet there so she can properly reminisce her old stomping grounds, as if they all don’t know she’s much happier in the Upper East Side with Veronica. But Betty never minds, as it’s always the easiest trek for her, a simple fifteen-minute walk from her appointment.

The bar is just as she remembers it; ambient, dimly lit but for the string of oversized twinkle-lights lining the ceiling, though this time sparsely occupied, given it’s a Tuesday.

She does a quick scan for Jughead, but appears to have beaten him, so she presses herself against the bar and orders a hard cider. She’s just finished placing her drink request when she feels a presence next to her; Jughead has arrived, dressed in what she’s learning is a typical window display of black clothing and drumming his knuckles along the counter top.

As they’re both standing between barstools, he’s close enough to reach out and hug, but she won’t be repeating that mistake again. He shifts from one foot to another, as if perhaps expecting her to.

“Hey,” he says finally, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye before turning to face her fully. He openly looks her up and down, mouth fidgeting with something else, but the bartender is returning with her drink and looking expectantly at Jughead, so he orders a beer and they wait in awkward silence while the bartender fills a glass from the well in front of them.

He reaches for his wallet, but Betty is already sliding her card across the counter. “It’s on me,” she says, smiling at him. “It’s the least I could do, for you agreeing to meet with me.”

Jughead’s brow very briefly creases, but he nods.

“Want your tab open or closed?” The bartender asks, plucking the card up from the bar.

Betty’s eyes dart to Jughead; if she says to leave it open, it implies she wants to stay here for a while. If she says to close it out, it could say the opposite. But this isn’t quite a social call, and she’s half-sure he’s going to want to run for the hills in about ten minutes, so Betty tells the bartender to close it out. If Jughead has a reaction to that, he doesn’t show it.

“I’ll get us a table,” he says instead, disappearing into the back of the bar with his beer in tow.

After she’s signed and tipped for the drinks, Betty finds Jughead in a lowly lit corner booth. He passes her a thin smile when he sees her, and the room is almost too dark to really tell, but she can almost swear his eyes are lingering on her legs as she approaches.

“So,” she says sharply, setting in across from him.

His eyebrows rise. “So,” he echoes, with an edge of amusement. “You said you wanted to run something by me?”

“Right,” Betty sighs, staking out a stalling sip of cider. Now’s the time to make her decision—Option B or Option C. Please date me, or please, please fake date me.

Golden light glitters in his eye as it falls on her, his expression curious but withheld all the same, and even if she thinks this kind of low, warm atmosphere certainly isn’t making him look less handsome, she can’t quite bring any words to her tongue.

And in a split second, she knows it’s going to be the safe option.

“Um, so I kind of did something stupid,” she says, all in a jumble.

Whatever he’d been waiting for, it certainly wasn’t that. His composure slips, eyes softening as his mouth curls upwards and, if she didn’t know any better, maybe charmed. “How’s that?” He asks, tilting his head at her.

“I did something really stupid,” Betty repeats, taking a big breath, though it does little to calm the ringing in her chest. “I have this friend, right? Veronica. She’s my oldest friend, my best friend, actually, and I love her, but she’s really…she picks a stance and won’t budge on it. No man is an island, but she is a rock. And it’s just hard to argue with her, you know?”

Based on his expression, Jughead clearly does not know, but he at least waits for her to continue.

“The only way to get her off your back is to either bow to what she wants, or to find a solution so perfect that she can’t argue with it,” Betty goes on, wringing her hands in her lap. “So, you might remember from Nancy’s wedding that we talked about this other wedding I have to go to in a couple of months. Um, of this guy I used to…have feelings for, and Veronica was really worried about me going to it alone, let alone pestering me about why I was going at all.”

Jughead nods, still obviously confused, and Betty realizes she’s doing a horrible job of explaining. However, on the bright side, she’s definitely doing a great job at rambling.

“I know it sounds dumb, but I want to go to his wedding because I really need closure from the whole thing. I just…he’s been hanging over my head for most of my life and I’m really trying to find a way to move past it. I think seeing him get married will be the final step,” she says, closing her eyes so she doesn’t have to face his reaction. Not that it helps; she can still feel him watching her.

“That doesn’t sound dumb,” Jughead says softly, and Betty’s eyelids flutter up, unable to stave off the hope blooming in her chest.

“Veronica was just…nagging me like crazy about it, and I’d had a long day at work, and I don’t really like talking about Archie in general, and she just kept pushing and pushing for me to find a date or she was going to come herself—which she can’t, she’s his ex—and I just really wanted her to stop, so I…I sort of said…you and I were already dating.”

Unfortunately for Jughead, he had just been sipping his beer, and he immediately chokes on it, sputtering through his attempt at swallowing. Eventually, he manages it, wiping at his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “What?”

“I know it was so out of line,” Betty says quickly, her eyes round with worry. “We barely even know each other. I mean, we’ve only met twice before tonight. But you were the first person to pop into my head that my friends didn’t already know, and…I just really wanted her to stop pushing me about it.”

He stares at her, jaw ticking, but his face otherwise completely unreadable. “So you’re telling me because…what, you want to clear your conscious? Look, I’m flattered that you’d pick me of all people, but Jesus, Betty, I think you’ll still get into heaven with one little lie on your chart.”

“No, I’m telling you because…that’s part one,” she says, all in one breath. Jughead’s tongue digs into his cheek thoughtfully, as if realizing where this is going. “I’ve thought this through a lot, probably more than I should’ve, and decided if I back out of the lie, Veronica’s just going to start all over again, or worse, try to find me a date herself.”

“I get it. You want me to come with you to the wedding,” Jughead correctly summarizes, settling back in his seat and surveying her. She can’t place the drive behind his eyes, but something moves there, blinking out like little headlights upon a dark road.

She nods. “Well…knowing my friends, you might have to show your face to them at least once, twice tops. Just to sell it and keep them off my back.”

“So, wedding date, and ersatz boyfriend,” he says with a wry grin. Betty takes it as a good sign; he’s at least not storming out. He doesn’t even look annoyed upon second glance, but rather, in the right light, perhaps pleased.

“Okay, yes. But you’d really be saving my skin,” Betty sighs, looking at him. “Just name your price. Obviously, nothing…funny,” she says lamely, and he blanches, for the first time looking offended. She presses her lips together, relieved. She hadn’t really been worried about that, but, like she herself said, she doesn’t really know him. “But I can cook, or um, I’m actually pretty good at fixing things, or—”

“I want to write about it,” Jughead interrupts, looking almost like he regrets the words immediately. He pauses, swallowing whatever thought is there. “No real names, no identifying features or places. But the story of someone consciously trying to move on from an old love is a new angle for me, and the symbolism around all the wedding stuff would be a good dog-ear for that. So…I’ll fake date you, as long as you promise not to sue me for defamation.”

Betty raises an eyebrow. “Are you planning on defaming me?”

“No, no,” Jughead says quickly, leaning forward across the table. “But I’ve been trying to break out from under the reviewing side of things, trying to write articles that actually mean something more. Honestly, this feels like the pitch I’ve been waiting for. So I’ll do it, just let me interview you once, and let me stay…observational. And I’d run everything by you before I submitted it anywhere, so you could pull anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

Of all the things she had been expecting him to say or do, this was definitely not it. She feels almost…disappointed, or maybe a little bit hurt, even as she immediately tries to chide the thought, foolish as it is.

After all, it’s not like she’d been hoping he would just gather her up in his arms, swearing fealty and that he’d do it for nothing but for a chance at her heart, like something cut out of an erstwhile Byronic monologue.

“Okay,” Betty breathes, nodding. “That…sounds fair. Deal,” she adds, offering him her hand to shake on it.

He almost looks surprised that she’s agreed so easily, but then again, she feels the same way. He reaches across the table and takes her hand. It feels warm and alive in her grip, like the fluttering of a moth desperately searching for a flame to call home.

“Okay, then. It’s a deal,” he agrees, and with a growing smile.

They shake, and while Betty distinctly muses that this is the best possible outcome she could’ve hoped for, she can’t quite dismiss that now-familiar tolling in her chest, the little song that urges her to turn back, turn back now.

And yet, unable to help herself, that little moth finds its light, pressed and warmed, and she returns his smile.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty x jughead #i will not make this more than five chapters i will not make this more than five chapters #otherwise known as i'm intimidated by trope tropes and #go easy on me #fics #little bells

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icelovesfire · 7 years ago

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for @supernannygirl704things, @melimelrockswell1204, @squirtlewithdagger and @sandalaris.

Back to Zero CHAPTER TWO

He approached the imposing door with a sense of caution. He admittedly hadn’t been in here much during the last few months; Mrs. Forman checked on Jackie every day, twice a day, and Donna had been in at least once every other day, or whenever she could get a break away from Madison. Fez had practically lived in this room, until the hospital staff had to kick him out.

But he had spent the better half of nearly three months avoiding it. The few times he decided to come in, nothing had changed. Jackie was still deathly pale, with those damn tubes the only things to keep her breathing. The scar on her cheek served as a reminder of his hard-headedness; would she have still ended up here if he had stayed to let her explain? Or if he had given her a different answer before she left Point Place? He didn’t like to dwell on what-if’s - his life was one that was already rife with regret - but he couldn’t help it in here. And that’s why he stayed away.

Taking in a deep breath, he pulled down on the handle and opened the door. She looked much better than he saw her last; those damn tubes were finally gone, and she’d clearly talked Mrs. Forman into letting her use some makeup. Jackie was a natural beauty, but he knew doing her makeup let her feel some sort of control that she didn’t have otherwise. When her dad went to prison and her mom split, Jackie had hit the mall - and the makeup stores - hard.

But she was still very much bandaged up, and he could see her wince in pain. He frowned.

Jackie looked up with a wide smile, which quickly diminished when she saw who stood in the doorway. Happiness turned to a flicker of heartbreak, then annoyance, finally settling on sheer anger. Clearly, she’d been expecting someone else - Fez, most likely. His jaw tensed at the thought.

“Oh. It’s you,” she said, as if he were some stranger she had met and immediately taken a strong dislike toward.

“Expecting someone else?” he asked calmly, mustering up as much Zen as he could so his ex-chick wouldn’t notice his inner despair. Damn that Jackie Beulah Burkhart and what she could make him feel.

“Yeah. My boyfriend,” she replied.

“Well he’s standing in front of you.”

“Really? Last I checked, you aren’t Fez.”

He crossed his arms. “Well, three months ago, I was your boyfriend.”

“That was before you ran off to Vegas and married the stripper,” Jackie said.

“Wrong. I was on my way to Vegas when I had to turn back because of blocked roads from a car pileup - which I later found out you and Kelso were involved in.”

“Look, I don’t know what you and Mrs. Forman have been drinking, but there wasn’t an accident. I left my job and Chicago, went back to Point Place to explain to you what happened to Michael, found out you were gonna propose -”

He had to stop himself from displaying the shock he felt. No one knew that, not Donna, not Forman, not Mrs. Forman. The only person who had figured it out was Red, and that was because the older man had confiscated the bag he had the ring stashed in, thinking it contained something green. In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have stuck an engagement ring in a brown bag, but where else was he gonna put it? Jackie would’ve known the moment she saw his pocket, he couldn’t really stick it in his boot and no way was he gonna wear a coat. So he placed it next to the cheeseburger wrapped in tinfoil, which had long since been eaten by Fez.

Man, she was still talking. “- and so you told me you weren’t ready to get married yet, and I was happy to hear you say yet, and then some blonde stripper skank shows up at the Formans’ door and says she’s your wife and suddenly she’s moving into your room and parading around half-naked in her wannabe Jeannie clothing and teaching Mrs. Forman how to pole dance.”

He blanched. That was an image he had never needed to imagine. “Look, Jackie, that was all a dream, okay? You and Kelso got into a crash and you’ve been in the hospital for the last few months. I didn’t go to Vegas, and the only stripper I met is the one at Forman’s bachelor party, who I can assure you I didn’t marry. But,” he added, “I wouldn’t object to you parading around half-naked in Jeannie clothing.”

“Dream on,” she sneered. “I’ll show the milkman before I show you.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What was she on about now? “What does the milkman have to do with this?”

“You tell me. You’re the one who said I should hook up with him.”

This time, he did roll his eyes. “Jackie. C’mon, man. Does that really sound like something I’d say?”

“You’ve said and done a lot of things these past few months that I never thought you would, Steven.”

“That wasn’t me!” he said. “But thanks for dreaming me up as some asshole.”

“It wasn’t a dream! I don’t know if you and Mrs. Forman are in on some major burn with the others or something, but it’s 1980, I’m with Fez, you’re alone and Eric is back! I’m not sure how I ended up in this hospital bed, but it wasn’t from a car pileup with Michael.”

“It’s 1979, you were with me until you went to Chicago and Forman is still in Africa. And trust me, the crash did happen.”

“So he and Donna are still broken up?”

“What are you talking about, man? Forman and Donna are doing the long-distance thing. You knew that. I think she’s written him like every other week and he’s responded when he can.”

“Right. Eric breaks up with Donna in a letter, and then she gets together with Randy.”

“And I thought you going on about the milkman was crazy. There’s no way in hell Forman would ever break up with Donna through a letter. They’ve been solid since they got back together, attempted wedding and all.”

“Well he does,” Jackie said, “and she moves on with Randy. Ask him. Ask him about the milkman, too; he was there when you said it. Or ask Donna.”

“Jackie. I’m not going to ask some guy I barely know if I said shit I know I didn’t say.”

“What do you mean, you barely know him? He works for you at Grooves! He’s been hanging out in the basement every day!”

“Assuming we’re talking about the same guy, the only Randy I know is Randy Pearson, who hangs around the store every day and doesn’t know anything about music. There’s no way I’d hire him.”

“Yes! Randy Pearson! The new Eric!” Jackie said.

He raised an eyebrow. “‘The new Eric?’”

“He was dating Donna, he likes Star Wars apparently and he really likes his hair.”

“So he’s basically Forman and Kelso. Why didn’t you just dream them up?”

“For the last time, it wasn’t a dream! Besides, Eric was in Africa and Michael went to Chicago.”

“Well that might be the only thing you got right. Forman is in Africa and Kelso does live in Chicago.”

“I know. He went back after I turned down his proposal.”

This conversation was really grating on his nerves. She had even dreamed Kelso proposing to her? He knew she had never gotten over her ex, but did she have to be so callous about it? And why could she never see that she could do better than Kelso? In fact, had done better than Kelso? This was one of the weakest spots in their relationship; he could easily recall the hurt he felt when his chick accepted Kelso’s fuzzy pink sweater. Thankfully, she’d thrown it back and ended the night wearing nothing but his Zeppelin shirt. Man, if they could rewind all the crap and go back to that night, that would be fantastic.

“What proposal? Kelso got with Brooke not even a month after the crash.”

“He proposed to me! Bought me a balloon and everything, at Mr. and Mrs. Forman’s anniversary party. You were all there, well, except Eric, of course and your stripper skank wife didn’t leave your side the whole night.”

“Kelso never proposed to you. And I’m not married.”

“Of course you’re not married,” Jackie said.

He placed his hands behind his neck, working out the kinks he blamed solely on her and her godforsaken nightmare. Nightmare was the only word to define this shit. “You just said I was married.”

“No, you’re not. You’re alone. The stripper let you think you were married, but she’s actually married to some old guy named Larry.”

“So not only did you dream me up an asshole, but you also let my fantasy self become a bigamist. Thanks,” he said, words thick with sarcasm.

“Whatever,” Jackie said. “Just go get Fez.”

“Fine,” he said. “Maybe he can talk some sense into you.”

“Or you could apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“Let’s see, where do I begin,” Jackie said, ticking off on her fingers. “Convincing yourself I slept with Michael when the only reason he was in my motel room in the first place was because he thought Brooke was with another guy -”

“I know,” he interrupted. “It was Betsy’s babysitter.”

“- Not letting me explain and running off to Vegas,” she continued, as if he hadn’t spoken. “Worrying Mrs. Forman and all of us sick when you didn’t even try to make contact, getting drunk and marrying the stripper skank -”

“Whose name is?” he asked.

“Sam,” she said.

“Ah.” He didn’t even know any Sams. The hot Samantha played by the even hotter Elizabeth Montgomery on Bewitched was the only contact he had with anyone whose name might be close to Sam. Surprisingly, all the girls in his high school had been named Cheryl, Amber or Tiffany, or some other cheerleader name. The few that weren’t were Donna, Rhonda, Melissa, Alana. Now that he thought about it, Point Place parents of the kids his age really liked to give their children names that ended with an “A” - well, except Caroline.

“- deciding to stay with her even though Mrs. Forman and Red both asked you if that was what you wanted - I believe your words were ‘It’s cool’ -”

Well, if he said that, Jackie should’ve known he was lying. For him, “It’s cool” had the same sort of meaning as “Whatever.” And even though she thought the worst of him now for some reason he really didn’t understand, he was sure she still understood his use of “Whatever.” He hadn’t patiently coached her through a 20-minute lesson for nothing.

“- and then letting her sit on your lap and hang around in the basement and basically show her off every time I came over so I would know that you never cared about me-”

The remnants of cheese grease and the tiny box in the brown bag hanging around his sock drawer said differently.

“- and then when I had the gall to move on and started crushing on Fez, you slutshamed me!”

“An asshole, a bigamist and a slutshamer. I guess now I know what you really think of me,” he said. Annoyance didn’t even begin to describe how he felt right now.

“If you want to fix this, you can start with an apology,” she said.

“I’m not going to apologize for something I did and said in your dream - your really uncharacteristic dream.”

“Then I guess we’re not going to fix this.”

He shuffled his feet and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Guess not.”

“Can you go get Fez now?” she asked, pulling out a compact mirror and a mascara brush.

“No,” he said.

“Steven. I want to see my boyfriend!”

“And like I keep telling you, Fez isn’t your boyfriend. If we aren’t going to be together anymore, then you’re alone.”

“Well we’ll see what Fez has to say about that.”

“Whatever,” he said.

“Steven?” she asked.

He sighed. “Yeah?”

“Bring in Michael, too. And don’t let Donna get anywhere near here.”

“Whatever,” he said again. Considering Donna might be the only one who could get Jackie out of her fantasy life and into the real world, he would do everything in his power to make sure she did get to see the brunette.

Because there was no way in hell he was losing Jackie again. The past few months he spent thinking he would never see her open those beautiful eyes, that he would have to go through life without his doll rambling away on his lap, were such an eye-opener, and he had resolved that when she did wake up, he wasn’t going to let her leave his side. If she didn’t want to stay in Point Place, he was willing to move to Chicago. He had already talked to WB about opening a store in the city, which meant enduring his biological father’s teasing comments about being a romantic sap.

And he’d be damned if he let some hellhole dream rip her out of his life for good.

#hyde x jackie #zenmasters #that 70's show #steven hyde #jackie burkhart #*amat #stories #this was meant as a one-shot but i had four people ask me to continue #and i started getting ideas #so i shall continue for the time being #these chapters are shorter than my normal stuff #i really hope hyde isn't ooc here /:#i feel like he might be...#should i post this on ff?#okay now to go work on chapter three of lmw #btz

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silverschaos · 8 years ago

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Forget Me Not | Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After an accident you wake up with temporary memory loss and can’t remember being in love with your boyfriend.

Warnings: mentions of a crash, basically the whole thing is based on someone losing their memory temporarily.

Word Count: 2026

A/N: first of all i am v v v sorry if this isn’t 100% accurate but it was an idea playing around in my head so i just took things from what i know and shows ive watched. i also wrote half of this while i was in a crap mood and the other half when i was v sick so it might not be the greatest but it’s something. also forgot my tags list on this one i’m the worst. and i almost didn’t wannt post this bc i’m a lil iffy on it and don’t want to trigger anyone or upset folk but yolo i guess. it’s not too bad ???

Forgetting thing is always annoying. Whether it’s where you put your keys, plans with friends, if you'd taken your dog out - simple things like that. Trying to search your brain to see if you can figure out if you can remember is never anyone's favourite thing to do but imagine if you couldn't remember anything at all.

Nothing. Never mind where the keys were. Imagine what it must be like to not remember anybody, memories and everything you used to know. Imagine having everything you ever knew ripped away from you.

Ever since the accident three months ago, that was your fate. You were on a road trip with your family, it had been a pretty bad winters night and the roads were icy. It only took a split second going from singing loud car tunes to the car losing control on the icy road and crashing into the big lorry that had been in front. Unfortunately, you'd hit your head hard and had spent a good month in hospital afterwards. When you'd woken up, you couldn't remember a thing. You didn't recognise your mum, why you were there or where you even were. Nothing. The doctors had explained to you that you had a case of temporary memory less. It was only temporary and your memories would come back in time but for now you remembered nothing. Not your mum, where you lived, who your friends were, your childhood - nothing. Not even your boyfriend. Jughead Jones the third had been your best friend for over ten years up until a year ago when he finally gained the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. You’d said yes of course and never looked back. Before the accident you were so madly in love with the boy in the beanie and he loved you just as much. A match made in heaven everyone would say. After the accident, he’d stayed by your side every single day. He wouldn’t leave your bedside. The only time he ever did was when your parents made him go home for a shower and a change of clothes - school too, of course. But, everyday after he'd be back by your side. He slept there most nights and the moment you'd woken up, he'd been there holding your hand with tears in his eyes. You were finally back with him! However, the look in his eyes when you asked him who he was was something that you'd never forget. He looked so sad. His heart had broken because the girl he loved didn't even know who he was but that didn't deter him. No matter how hard it was that you couldn't remember what he was to you, he was still there trying to help you remember.

The day you were allowed to go home he was the one to walk you into your bedroom for the first time since everything had happened. He’d made you a board on one of your walls full of pictures of you, him and all your other friends that you recognised but couldn’t quite remember. He sat on your bed with you and went through who each person was. It was a lot to take in so he came up with a way for you to try and remember things by writing them down on different coloured sticky notes for different topics. He’d hoped doing this and going through old photos would help bring back some memories but nothing. The look in his eyes that day was one of the things you’d always remember. Why was he so sad? What was wrong with your friend Jughead?

You wrote those little questions on red notes because he was your special friend and red was your favourite colour.

Jughead hadn’t told you that he was your boyfriend… or well, had been. He couldn’t say you were still together if you didn’t know. What kind of person would he be to keep you in a relationship if you barely knew anything. It killed him but he wanted you to figure it out on your own. He wanted you to remember how you felt about him before your brain was a big old pit of nothingness. He wanted you to figure this out on your own no matter how long it took.

“So, first day back at school, huh?” Jughead asked, stepping into your room and helping you pack your bag, picking one of the books up off your desk and shoving it inside. Since he’d been around since you’d woke up, he was one of the familiar faces you wanted around you. Being around him made you feel something - something that you didn’t really know how to explain other than you just wanted him around. He was your friend. He was your best friend or that’s how you thought of him anyway and judging by how happy the two of you looked in the photos, that must be it.

“Do you think people are going to be mad at me for not knowing who they are?” You asked timidly, smiling when Jughead handed you your fully packed backpack.

“If they are, they’ll have me to deal with. I’ve got you, (Y/N). I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. I lo-” He had to stop himself from saying those three words he used to love saying to you. Instead, he gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze and escorted you out of the house.

The walk to school was nice and calm. The light breeze blowing through your hair, the sun shining through the clouds; it was a perfect morning to go back to school. It was peaceful and with Jughead by your side you felt safe. There were no words to describe how thankful you were to have him by your side even though you knew he was sad. You hadn’t brought that up to him yet. How could you even bring it up? Beside the smiles and the jokes constantly trying to make you feel better, you saw the sadness behind his eyes. If anyone in the world deserved to be sad it wasn’t Jughead Jones. He deserved the world and all the happiness within it.

As calm as the walk to school was, the moment you were stood outside the unfamiliar building, you began to panic. This was a big deal. It would be the first time you’d been out for the whole day nevermind at school. With wide, panicky eyes, you looked at Jughead who placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. With him by your side, you knew it was going to be okay. He walked you through the front doors and you were hit with a sense of familiarity. It made you smile but at the same time scared the crap out of you because you couldn’t remember so many of the faces you were seeing. The two of you happily walked over to your little squad who were crowding around one of their lockers.

“Hi, guys!” You smiled, focusing on each of their faces as you so desperately tried to remember their names.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), it’s so good to see you back,” the raven haired girl squealed as she threw her arms around you in a bone crunching hug.

“Thank you….” you looked over to Jug who was stood behind her now, mouthing her name to you. “Veronica!”

She pulled away smiling at you letting the others greet you. The only time you messed up the names was confusing Kevin for Archie which they all thought was hilarious causing Jughead to sarcastically come up with the comment “maybe we should just all wear name tags” to which you playfully shoved his shoulder away. The playful touch and laugh coming from you made him smile so big - probably the biggest you’d seen. It looked good on him, you liked it and made a note to try and get him to smile like that more often.

The rest of the weeks passed by pretty similar. You were starting to remember people more and more as the days went on which was making your life easier. The main thing was that the more time you were spending with Jughead you were starting to get you these feelings that you weren’t really sure about. It felt like you’d felt them before but you couldn’t and didn’t understand why. Not only did he make you feel safe and like everything would be okay, he also made your heart beat faster when his arm was around you or when he smiled. Especially when he smiled. When he smiled it was like the sadness you saw in his eyes was gone and he was just a carefree teenage boy like he should be. If you could only see one thing for the rest of your life it would be Jughead Jones’ smile.

As your memory was starting to get better, you were starting to remember more things - your old order at Pop’s, your favourite place to study, why you hated Cheryl Blossom; just little things like that. While Jughead was so, so happy that you were starting to remember things he so badly wanted you to turn around and just tell him you loved him again. He wanted you to remember how you felt, how happy he made you but little did he know that you knew how happy he made you. It wasn’t that you could remember from the old days but being around him made you so happy it was unexplainable.

It wasn’t until one night you were hanging out with him when you finally realised everything.

“I love this movie,” you grinned, leaning on Jughead’s shoulder as the two of you sat on your bed watching (Y/F/M).

“I know you do. Do you know how many times I’ve had to sit through this just for you?” He playfully rolled his eyes.

“Like our third date when you shut down the whole drive in, decked it out in fairy lights and played it on the big screen for me. I think that’s my favourite time.”

Jughead bolted up, staring at you with wide eyes. “You...you remember?”

With a sheepish smile on your face, you nodded your head. “Ummm. I remember that night and...um, the other night I remembered something else but I can’t really remember it completely but I remembered it so I wrote it down.”

As you were talking you leaned over beside your bed, reaching down in the gap and pulling out a notebook. You handed it to Jughead. He looked at you curiously almost like he was scared until you flashed him a warm smile and with baited breath, he opened it. You watched his eyes light up, the sadness you’d seen almost vanishing in an instant at what he saw.

I love Jughead and he loves me.

It was scribbled in your messy handwriting along with other things about Jughead that you remembered on red sticky notes. It wasn’t much just the odd date here and there, things he liked but it was a way for you to keep remembering.

“I love you, Jughead. I’m sorry that I didn’t realise it sooner or that I still don’t fully remember everything yet but I love you,” you spoke quietly, playing around with your hands nervously as you waited for him to speak. The silence seemed almost deafening but then that smile you loved so dearly showed up on his face.

“I would’ve waited forever for you, I hope you know that. You’re stuck with me, (Y/N). With or without a memory, I’m always going to be by your side. I love you. I always have and I always will and there is not a thing in this world that can stop me from loving you,” he placed the book down, cupping your face and running his thumb along your cheek. His words were so soft, so pure and you knew that no matter what you were never going to forget that Jughead Jones was the most incredible person you’d ever met in your life.

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Riverdale Recap and Review - Season 1 - Chapter 7 - In a Lonely Place by Andrew Buckley

That 50’s style comic book opening scene with Jughead wearing his crown and Archie in the sweater with the bowtie was beautifully shot, iconically accurate, and all sorts of creepy. This is something that Riverdale does well, I’ve seen it since episode one and they’ve managed to maintain it almost every single week so far: they commit to the weekly theme and they hit it hard right on the offset. Sure, they’ve only got 42(ish) minutes to work with so there’s no time to beat around the bush, but major props have to go to the producers, writers, and showrunners for consistently hitting the right notes in what’s become an almost perfect symphony of characters and story arcs. This week’s themes of ‘home’ and ‘hope’ are driven like a knife through Archie’s back during that opening sequence that narratively asks the question as to what a home truly is. We’ve seen so many different homes in Riverdale already, it’s easy to see why that particular theme probably gets revisited more than most but it was especially poignant this week with Jughead’s story. So let’s get to it . . .

I feel Archie redeemed himself a little this week after last week’s severe dip in his collective IQ. While he doesn’t shine through as being incredibly intuitive (he managed to ignore the fact that Jughead was homeless for how long?) he grabs some major points for having a heart of gold. He feels bad that he wasn’t there for Betty during her time of need and he fights to help Jughead by arranging for Mr. Jones to go back to work even though he doesn’t even have the full back story yet, he just wants to help his hurting friend. His dedication as a friend despite differences or awkwardness actually gave him a few moments to shine. Yes, he’s completely overshadowed by everyone else on the show but I still feel he gained a little ground this week.

After Polly’s magical escape from the mental institution, she sneaks (like a ninja) into her parent’s attic only to be found by Betty. All the characters in Riverdale have such strong personalities and stories, I’m having a little trouble getting behind Polly though. While she’s obviously not the ‘party girl’ that the Blossoms paint her to be, there’s something not quite right about that girl, and her continuing to cling to wanting to go live on a farm somewhere just doesn’t seem grounded in reality.

Either way, Betty helps her, first by appealing to the Blossoms via Cheryl, and then by Veronica’s intervention to move her into the Lodge residence. The Blossoms once again reiterated that they’re the big, evil, rich family of Riverdale by pulling a Rumpelstiltskin. They want Jason’s baby but they couldn’t care less about Polly, and I can’t completely blame them for that because we really haven’t been given enough reason to sympathize with Polly just yet. The Blossoms want the baby, but Cheryl, in an off-character moment of morality, wants what’s best for Jason’s unborn child and turns on her own family to place Polly in a safe place. This is sure to cause even more conflict in the Blossom household but it looks like Cheryl is beginning to hold her own against her deranged mother, which is nice to see.

We should get this out of the way before I get into this next story point. I love Veronica. Not the character as such, but more Camila Mendes’ portrayal is just so spot on that it’s scary. Which is why this one is tough to write about because her grandiose sweeping gestures and on-point wordplay has been stunning so far. But this week our dear Ronnie headed into some cliche-ridden waters and it was a shame because the character deserves better. Veronica holds a grudge against her mother for forging her signature, not because it was wrong, funnily enough, but because it would paint her in a negative light with her father (daddy issues much?). She proceeds to head out for a night on the town (Riverdale has a nightclub? And a busy one? On a school night?) with Kevin, Reggie, and Josie in order to defy her mother into negotiating with her. It feels like a classic rich girl move and that is too much of a departure from what we’ve come to know about Veronica. While it represents her past life, it’s a life she’s determined to leave behind but goes ahead with it anyway. In the end, all it boils down to is a quick convo with her mother, and all is well again in the Lodge household. Although it will be interesting to see how Mr. Lodge reacts to Hermione’s deception.

Hats (and paper crowns) off to Skeet Ulrich for almost completely dominating the performance side of this episode of Riverdale. I say ‘almost’ because Jughead is the one that steals the show and delivers the feels. Jughead has pulled a Harry Potter and now lives under the stairs at school. We learn the reason why is because his Dad is somewhat of a deadbeat and his Mom and sister have left town. Father/son stuff always rips my heart a new one so I fully felt the story this week. Jughead wants his Dad to get his act together and he’s holding onto hope that it can actually happen and that it will eventually lead to a happy home, in one form or another. After Archie and Jughead get FP his job back, it all seems to be going well, until they head out for dinner and old demons join them at the table at Pops. We learn the backstory of Fred and FP’s friendship, their doomed partnership, and the clear signs that they hold each other responsible. I think Fred comes out on top here as FP obviously has some issues when it comes to making the right decisions above his own self interests, but they’re both a little at fault and I was shocked that Archie actually cut through the crap and addressed the issue with his Dad. Sure, FP was bad for business but did Fred ever consider what it would mean for Jughead’s family? In true Fred Andrews fashion, he quickly redeems himself by inventing an alibi for Jughead to help prove he’s not the murderer.

Jughead getting taken downtown and questioned was a bit of a leap for Sheriff Keller but I think he’s really grasping at straws at this point. The killer is in town, we’ve already met him, but no one knows who it is. There were a lot of great scenes between Jughead and his Dad but their relationship, and the weekly themes, are driven home by the confrontation behind the police station. We can truly believe that FP wants to clean up his act and wants Jughead to be proud of him, but he lacks the motivation and willpower to do it and prefers to continually blame others for his actions. Jughead on the other hand clings on to hope that his Dad can turn his life around and rebuild their home as a family, but it was clear in that scene that Jughead doesn’t truly believe it to be possible and, furthermore, his Dad knows it too. Which is why Jughead moves into the Andrews household and FP willingly lets him go.

This week’s cliffhanger piece is the sight of Jason’s jacket hanging in Mr. Jones’ closet. We last saw that jacket in the hidden car last week so it could be that Mr. Jones torched the car, Jason had multiple jackets, or someone else fired up the vehicle and then planted the jackets in Mr. Jones’ trailer . Mr. Jones is too obvious to be the killer so we can scratch him off the list. (As my Polly/Betty multiple personality theory got shot all to hell, I have a new one . . . which I’ll share before next week’s episode. Stay tuned!)

What is a happy home in Riverdale? It almost doesn’t exist because every household is so rife with drama and problems that it seems impossible. But this episode was all about hope for a happy home and we can only assume that our dear characters will find exactly that, in one form or another. Even if it’s just an air mattress on a friend’s floor. Just hopefully not anytime too soon because the drama on this show is just so much wicked freakin fun!

STRAY THOUGHTS OF AWESOMENESS . . .

- Polly jumped out of a window and, despite there being blood on the glass, she survives completely unscathed. I think it’s safe to say that Polly is a mutant/immortal/vampire or something to that effect.

- The Cooper’s attic is the place scary things go to die. What’s with those freakin dolls?!

- The Betty/Jughead (Bughead as the kids are calling it online) is still pushed to the back of the bus again this week. Juggie putting his arm around Betty causing Archie and Ronnie to address the gesture brought some of it to the surface but it’s still not sitting at the forefront of the story. Understandable though as there’s a ton of other stuff going on.

- The Team Blossom hunting crew has actual hunting dogs. Dogs are well known to be very useful when tracking pregnant teenagers.

- I’m seriously looking forward to when we get to see Mr. Lodge in the flesh. It has to happen. We all know it!

- Mr. Blossom’s wig disturbs me more and more every single week.

- Alice Cooper continues to be evil. Not Penelope Blossom evil. But evil. Press conference outside the church? What? Why? Worst mother of the year award goes to . . .

Andrew Buckley attended the Vancouver Film School’s Writing for Film and Television program. After pitching and developing several screenplay projects for film and television, he worked in marketing and public relations, before becoming a professional copy and content writer. During this time Andrew began writing his first adult novel, DEATH, THE DEVIL AND THE GOLDFISH, followed closely by his second novel, STILTSKIN both published by Curiosity Quills Press. Andrew also writes under the pen name 'Jane D. Everly' for his HAVELOCK series of novels. Look for his first upper middle grade novel HAIR IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES available now fromMonth9Books with the sequel scheduled for release in August 2017.Andrew also co-hosts a geek movie podcast, is working on several new novels, and has a stunning amount of other ideas. He now lives happily in the Okanagan Valley, BC with one beautiful wife, three kids, one cat, one needy dog, and a multitude of characters that live comfortably inside of his mind.Andrew is represented by Mark Gottlieb at the Trident Media Group.

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