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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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kurokoros · 6 years ago

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Faking It || Chapter One (SPxOC)

Title: Faking It

Rated: T | Warnings: cliches abound, language, possible future violence.

Words: 6,134

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC

Summary: “A fake kiss. A Contract. And a mutual want to piss off Reggie Mantle. That’s all it was supposed to be. Rosie and Sweet Pea never meant to fall in love in the process.”

AN: This is twice as long as it was supposed to be and I hope you enjoy it. This was loosely inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before and @starryeyedauthor encouraging me to write this monster, so here it is!

Canon has been ignored. Midge is alive. The Black Hood wasn’t Hal. Reggie, Sweet Pea, and Cheryl are all Seniors at Riverdale. idk a Riverdale S3.

The Hayes house is unusually quite for a Wednesday morning.

It’s not that they’re a particularly crazy family, especially when compared to other families in Riverdale, but there are five of them living in a house that’s just a little too small for all of them, with two bathrooms meant to situate two teenage girls, a preteen that thinks she’s a teenager, a sassy eight year old that likes to sing in the shower, and their personal accountant father that also likes to sing in the shower. Loudly and very out of tune. To hits from the eighties.

It’s already seven in the morning and Rosie hasn’t heard so much as a word from upstairs, which would be understandable given the time on most Wednesday mornings, aside from the fact that today happens to be the first day of Riverdale’s fall school semester. The fight for the bathrooms should have started over an hour ago, but so far she’s the only one awake, which doesn’t bode well for the rest of them.

Morning showers are going to be a massacre.

The stairs creak behind Rosie, gaining her attention as her father comes down the stairs and frowns when he sees her already awake and dressed on the couch. “Morning,” she calls over to him, turning back to the book perched in her lap, fingers drumming against the hardcover absently.

“Mornin’.” He runs a hand through his dark hair, yawning and rubbing at the stubble on his jaw. “How long have you been up, Rose?” he asks, looking at her in something akin to confusion, which is understandable. Rosie never has been much of a morning person, usually thriving in the dark. Usually it’s a struggle to get her out of bed anytime before ten o’clock, so her being out f bed without a fight is a clear sign that something isn’t right.

She’s always had trouble sleeping when there’s something on her mind. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed over the summer.

Rosie just shrugs in response, setting her book down on the coffee table as she stretches out her legs, sock-clad toes brushing against the cat sleeping at the other end of the couch. “About an hour,” she replies, nonchalant, glancing at the orange tabby cat sleeping at her feet. Charlie’s tail flicks against the couch cushion, the cat ignore the humans in the room easily as he curls up into a ball.

“First day jitters?” her dad asks, glancing at the cat by her feet as well, Rosie refusing to meet his eyes.

Hesitating, Rosie bites her lower lip. “Yeah, something like that,” she says after a beat, not wanting to disclose why she’s so nervous about going to school today. She’s managed to avoid Reggie for the last month since their breakup, but she won’t be able to do that once school officially starts, no matter how much she wishes she could.

He’s a hard person to ignore, among other things.

Her dad sighs, shaking his head with a soft chuckle, still hovering at the bottom of the steps. “I can’t believe it’s already your last year in high school,” he mumbles, stepping further into the room and walking around the couch to plop down on his favorite chair. He stares at Rosie with narrowed eyes, deep in thought about something she doesn’t really understand.

She quirks a brow at him, sitting up on the couch and crossing her legs underneath her, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You’re not going to go all empty nest syndrome already are you?” she jokes, setting her book aside and resting her chin in the palm of one of her hands, amusement flickering across her face. “You still have ten more years of sending kids off to school, Dad.”

Daisy, being the baby of the family, won’t be graduating for at least ten more years before going off to college and officially abandoning the nest. By then the rest of them will be done with college and living lives of their own, which is strange to think about sometimes. The ten year gap between Rosie and Daisy is odd. Just another product of their parents trying and inevitably failing to save their marriage.

He snorts, grinning at her, oblivious to her thoughts. There’s something almost wistful in his eyes, but it’s gone before she can really recognize what it is. “You kids just grow up so fast,” he mumbles, so softly that Rosie almost doesn’t hear him. “I suppose I better get started on breakfast before your sisters come down. You know how Laurel gets when she doesn’t eat.” He moves to stand from the chair, but Rosie rolls her eyes, hopping to her feet before he can.

“Sit down, Old Man,” she jokes, waving a dismissive hand in his direction. “I’ll handle the food. You make sure everyone is awake.” She has nothing better to do for the next hour until school starts anyway, already ready for the day and then some. And she’d much rather do the cooking than try to wake up Iris, who gets cranky in the morning. She flashes him a smile over her shoulder as she heads for the kitchen. “Besides, my hash browns are better than yours.” Rosie ducks away before he can say anything in his defense, snickering to herself as she thinks about what to make for breakfast.

By the time Rosie decides on making omelets in an old pan, the rest of the Hayes family is awake, or at least mostly awake. Iris is the only one perched at the island behind her, the others still getting ready for the day as she squints down at the script for whatever performance Riverdale High will be doing for the winter play. Tryouts are Friday and Rosie knows that Iris is gunning for a major role, even if she is just a Sophomore. She’s always been good at acting, so much so that sometimes Rosie isn’t sure if Iris ever really stops.

Behind her, Iris wrinkles her nose as she flips to the next page, frowning at whatever she sees on the page. “So I’m thinking about trying out for the Vixens this year,” she says casually, tapping her fingers against the counter top as she swings her legs back and forth, long hair pulled back in a loose bun.

“Yeah?” Rosie hums in response, glancing at Iris over her shoulder as she raises a brow. Cheerleading was never really Rosie’s thing when high school rolled around, but Iris has a talent for being good at anything she does, having a certain knack for anything with a dramatic flare. “I’m sure you’ll be good at it.”

Iris only shrugs in response. “Kelsey said she’d try out, too, but she’s…” she trails off, waving her hands in front of her awkwardly, unsure how to phrase it.

“Terrified of Cheryl?” Rosie finishes for her sister as Laurel walks into the room, the eleven year old lighting up when she sees food being made. “Tell her not to worry. Cheryl runs a tight ship, but she’s more bark than bite.” Rosie would know. While she was never a Vixen, she did use to help Cheryl with choreography back when they were both in their earlier years of high school. Before Riverdale went to shit for their Junior year.

Iris is about to respond, but she’s cut off by a sudden shrieking sound as a wild blur of red hair rushes into the kitchen and practically tackles Rosie to the ground, Daisy a mess of limbs as the eight year old wraps herself around her oldest sister’s legs, nearly knocking the pan right out of her hands. “Rosie!” the youngest Hayes girl shouts, voice muffled against Rosie’s leg.

“Daisy!” Rosie greets in return, laughing to herself as Daisy peeks up at her with big green eyes alight with humor. “Look at you,” she coos down at the little girl, Daisy wearing a pretty blue dress, “all ready for your first day back at school.”

Daisy shoots her a wide smile, tugging lightly at her shorts to gain her attention. “Can you braid my hair?” she asks politely, tilting her head to one side cutely as she waits for an answer from the oldest Hayes.

“Of course I can!” Rosie agrees, reaching down for Daisy’s hand, the little girl tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Iris,” she says, turning to the fifteen year old, “serve up the eggs.”

Iris gives a lazy two-finger salute, still flipping through her script. “Aye, aye Captain.”

Dropping off her sisters for the day is almost as big of a hassle as it is trying to get ready in the morning, if only because of how many schools there are in Riverdale.

For what’s supposed to be such a small town, Rosie is always a little baffled by how many school buildings there are, and how spaced out they are, for that matter. Riverdale Elementary is closer to the local park then the other schools, which makes sense, though it is annoying to have to drive Daisy clear across town from where the rest of them need to go. Riverdale Middle School is, thankfully, located just across from Riverdale high, making things less of a scramble for the oldest Hayes sisters.

And that doesn’t even include the middle school located on the Southside of Riverdale, still standing despite the high school being closed down during the previous spring semester. It’s strange, having two separate high schools located in the same town, but Rosie has never been one to question the way Riverdale works. Going along with the town’s nonsense and simply ignoring the oddities makes her life easier.

Pulling into Riverdale High’s parking lot is about as easy as expected. The lot is crowded between the amount of flashy Northside cars and Serpent bikes, and Rosie half expects to get into a fender-bender only minutes after arriving at the school. Because that’s exactly what she needs on the first day back at school.

Between potentially having to interact with her douche bag ex and trying to find a free space in the parking lot from Hell, Rosie can already tell it’s going to be a great day.

Rosie parks her car in the high school lot, carefully wedging the old Impala between a beat up truck and an ugly powder blue jeep nearly parked over the line separating the parking spaces. “I swear, the parking jobs get shittier every year,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes at the blue jeep to her right. She’d think that by now people would learn how to park and not be an asshole, but maybe that’s asking too much from dumbass high school students. Rosie catches Laurel’s gaze in the rear-view mirror, making the younger girl giggle.

“All right, everybody out,” she says, shutting off the ignition and throwing her door open, mindful of how close the other cars are. Iris follows suit without a word, grimacing when she’s unable to fully open the passenger door because of how close the next car is. Laurel slips out the same side as Rosie, grinning as she drags her bag out behind her, practically bouncing in place as she glances at the Middle School just across the road.

Sighing, Rosie tosses her bag over her shoulder, locking the car with a click as the three of them pile out. Iris pulls out her phone as she walks around the car to come stand beside her sisters, paying them no attention as Rosie turns to Laurel, the eleven year old smiling back as she fixes her glasses, excited for her first day of middle school. “Ready, Kiddo?” she asks, the question more rhetorical than anything. Laurel blinks back at her with wide green eyes, nodding rapidly and sending her curly hair flying around her face. “Okay, remember what I told you?” Rosie lifts her to-go cup to her lips, quirking a brow at her sister.

Laurel’s expression turns serious for a moment, her brows furrowing as she tries to recall Rosie’s advice on surviving middle school. “Stay away from the cafeteria food and if a boy touches me inappropriately, punch him in the throat,” she recounts gleefully, clapping her hands together in front of her.

Rosie chokes on her coffee slightly at the unexpected statement, and behind Laurel, Iris snorts, shaking her head slightly before going back to typing out a message to one of her friends. Blinking down at Laurel, Rosie opens her mouth to chastise her, but closes it again a moment later, shrugging. “Not what I meant, but fair enough.” That’s the kind of advice she would have liked in middle school. “Stay out of trouble and I’ll see you after class.”

With a salute and a megawatt smile, Laurel is gone, practically running to the crosswalk separating the schools as she calls a goodbye to Rosie and Iris, waving manically at the over her shoulder. Rosie watches until Laurel is safely across and headed for the front doors before sucking in a deep breath and turning to Iris, who doesn’t pay her any mind.

“You ready?” Rosie asks, turning on her heel to head towards the school, Iris keeping pace with her easily, despite being distracted.

The younger teen shrugs, frowning down at her phone, oblivious to the herd of Freshman boys headed their way, crowing loudly to each other and overall just being obnoxious. “Not really,” Iris says, shrugging slightly, nose wrinkling in thought. One of the freshman shoves another, nearly toppling the boy into Iris, but Rosie yanks her back, shooting the boys a nasty look that they either don’t notice or simply ignore.

She’d put her money on the latter if she had any.

“Sucks,” Rosie quips back, already ready for the day to be done with. “Meet at the car after class. If you’re not there by ten after, I’m leaving you to walk home,” she continues, patting Iris on the shoulder before skirting around her and taking another sip of coffee, grinning at the taste.

Behind her, Iris sputters, her steps faltering for a moment. She shoves her phone into her back pocket, practically jogging to catch up to Rosie. “There was literally a serial killer in town last semester,” Iris reminds her, voice higher than usual as she shoves her bangs out of her eyes. “You do remember that, right? Because that was an actual thing that happened, Rosie. There was a serial killer in Riverdale.”

“Technically, no one can prove those shootings were connected.” Iris scoffs, making Rosie smile. “And serial killer implies that multiple people died. That’s kind of in the title.” Rosie can practically feel Iris’s eyes rolling at the comment, but she doesn’t respond as she follows her sister to the school, only mumbles something Rosie doesn’t catch as she shoves open the doors.

Iris disappears as soon as they walk through the doors of Riverdale High, absently waving at Rosie over her shoulder and calling out a goodbye that’s lost in the loud hallway. Rosie watches her go, shaking her head with a fond smile as Iris is swallowed up in the crowd of Sophomore students headed to their lockers, glad not to be lowest on the food-chain anymore.

Carefully sidestepping a pair of confused freshman, Rosie heads to her own locker, heels clicking softly against the tile floor as she goes. A few seniors smile at her as she passes, looking about as excited to be back in school as Rosie feels. She returns the smiles with her own strained ones, pointedly ignoring the stares of a pair of Bulldogs leaning against the lockers to her right.

The boys mumble something as she passes, nudging at each other and sharing smirks, but Rosie only continues to sip at her coffee, choosing to ignore the fact that they’re very likely discussing her breakup with Reggie over the summer and the circumstances surrounding it. She doesn’t recognize the boys, leading her thoughts to Freshman followed closely by not worth her time.

Her heels click sharply against the floors as she walks, but the sound is drowned out by the chattering of students crowding the halls, talking with their friends and waiting for first bell. Turning down the hallways housing the senior lockers, Rosie immediately finds her own, situated right between Piper Farrow and Michael Higgens, just as it has been for the last eight years of their school careers.

Alphabetical order can be a bitch sometimes, but at least she has Piper in the locker right next to hers. Michael is a different story. He asks her out every single semester and Rosie declines every single time because all she can ever think about when it comes to him is that time in second grade when he shoved a crayon up his nose, got it stuck, and then snorted so hard that it flew out and got stuck to Missy Bradford’s cheek.

That was the most scarring moment of her childhood, if she’s being completely honest. Watching crayon bits and mucus slide down Missy’s cheek is about the biggest turn off of the century.

With a frown, Rosie glances down the hallway, eyes narrowing when she doesn’t see Piper or Sophie anywhere. While it isn’t unusual for Sophie to run late, the blonde prone to losing track of time, Piper is always early to everything, to the point where it’s almost concerning. There’s still fifteen minutes left until classes start for the day, but Piper makes a point of being to school thirty minutes before first bell. It’s odd not seeing them already leaning against her locker, Piper nodding along with whatever Sophie is saying, unable to get more than a few words in between Sophie’s babbling and hand flailing.

She means well, but the girl is exhausting sometimes. Rosie loves her anyway though, both Sophie and Piper. She would’ve been a lot worse off after this summer if it weren’t for the two of them.

Rosie shakes the thoughts away, determined not to think about what happened nearly a month ago as she fiddles with her locker, opening it with a fluid twist of the wrist, only half-aware of what she’s doing as she grabs her books from inside, stuffing them in her bag one by one.

She’s lucky not to have many classes this semester, only the required core classes and a series of art classes she’s been waiting to take since her Freshman year. It’s less of a strain class wise than it was last year, or even her Sophomore year, but that doesn’t mean she’ll have much free time between her senior showcase project, her AP classes, and whatever shenanigans she has to get Sophie out of this year.

Shoving her final notebook into her bag, Rosie nudges her locker door, letting it close with a slam as she tosses her bag over her shoulder, careful not to spill her coffee as she does. She takes a step back from her locker, casting another glance around the crowded hallway before pulling her phone from her back pocket, checking for a message from either of her friends. Rosie raises her cup to her lips, about to take a sip when someone slides up behind her, a pair of arms coming around her from behind and giving her a brief squeeze. “Guess who?” a familiar voice whispers in her ear.

Laughter bubbles in Rosie’s throat immediately as she spins around on her heel, breaking the arm-lock Sophie has around her waist as she turns to face her friends. Sophie smirks down at her, tucking her short blonde hair behind her ear as she rocks back on her heels, combat boots scuffing against the floor as she does. The smile on Sophie’s face is all teeth, her blue eyes crinkling at the edges with how wide her grin is.

Rosie’s gaze slides to Piper still halfway down the hallway, amusement bubbling inside her as she realizes Sophie must have run up to her upon spotting her at her locker, leaving the third member of their trio lagging behind.

“There you guys are!” Rosie says, hefting her bag higher on her shoulder and shoving her phone into her back pocket, a smile immediately forming on her lips as Piper walks up behind Sophie, rolling her eyes at the blonde’s behavior as she finally reaches them. Rosie locks eyes with Piper, raising an amused brow at the exasperation painted across her face. “Usually you’re here before I am.” Her expression turns teasing as she glances between her friends. “I was beginning to think Sophie finally convinced you to ditch class,” she jokes, biting back a laugh at the sour expression she gets in response.

Piper scoffs, rolling her eyes again and crossing her arms over her chest. “She wishes,” she snarks, jabbing a thumb in Sophie’s direction and ignoring the pout that forms on Sophie’s lips. “I almost thought we weren’t going to make it on time because someone slept in today.” She shoots Sophie a pointed look, making Rosie giggle at the affronted look in Sophie’s eyes.

“I forgot school started today!” Sophie blurts defensively, throwing her hands up and nearly knocking the coffee straight out of Rosie’s hands.

Piper sends Sophie a look practically dripping with contempt, her expression unamused as she crosses her arms. “I reminded you yesterday,” she says blankly, shoving her wild curls away from her face. “You kept me awake until two sending me texts about how you want to do musical theater this year but Eric Morgan told you that your singing makes dog’s bark. Which is a fact, by the way,” she finishes, pulling her orange cardigan tighter around herself, the pumpkin shade popping against her dark skin.

Sophie’s pout only deepens. “Piper, you know I’m like a goldfish!” she whines, tossing an arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders and ignoring the jab about her singing. Where Sophie is nearly five feet eight inches tall, Piper and Rosie are lacking in the height department, though Piper has a few inches on Rosie. “I don’t remember shit!”

“Obviously,” Piper drawls, yanking open her own locker as she shares an exasperated look with Rosie. “I’m not waiting for you that long again,” she warns Sophie, voice stern as she pulls her textbooks out of her locker, sending Sophie a look that’s only half-serious, “next time you’re getting here on your own.”

The look on Sophie’s face can only aptly be described as horrified. “But I’m a lesbian!” she cries, gaining a few odd looks from some of their classmates nearby, though Sophie doesn’t appear to give a shit.

Piper sends her a baffled look. “So?”

“Lesbians can’t drive!” Sophie hisses, grabbing Piper by the shoulders and giving her a rough shake. “You know this!”

Rosie is only barely able to swallow her laughter, her mood easily lifted by Sophie’s dramatics and Piper’s practicality. Sometimes it’s a wonder that the two of them are even friends, what with how different the two of them are, right down to the way they dress, but Rosie wouldn’t change a thing about their strange dynamic. Piper is the more logical of the two, preferring a softer approach to things, whereas Sophie is all rage and threats of bodily harm against anyone that upsets Rosie or Piper. It’s how they’ve always been, right back to the first time they met back in the third grade after Sophie broke Dallas Brenton’s nose for pulling Piper’s hair.

“She’s right you know,” Rosie teases Piper. “Sophie just barely passed her drivers’ test on the third try.”

It was a miracle that Sophie even passed at all, given her utter refusal to ever drive anywhere. Granted, that’s probably for the best. Sophie being behind the wheel has always been a terrifying experience; Rosie’s fairly certain that her life expectancy has shortened just by being in the same car as Sophie.

“Hey!” Sophie snaps, releasing Piper to point a finger at Rosie, her eyes narrowed playfully. “I would have gotten it on the second if it weren’t for that ice cream truck!”

Piper snorts, shaking her head and using her hip to slam her locker shut. “Right, blame the ice cream truck.” Her nose scrunches up as she looks down at her reading list for Advanced English, eyes rolling when she sees a title she doesn’t like. “It couldn’t be that you’re just a safety hazard on the road.” Sophie goes to snap something back, hands on her hips, but Piper continues before she can, looking up at Rosie. “Anyway!” she starts, turning on her heel and linking her arm through Rosie’s before starting down the hall, leaving a sputtering Sophie rooted in place in front of the lockers. “What are you going to do when you see Reggie, Rose?” Her voice dips to something barely above a whisper, her expression turning serious as she glances at Rosie, worry flashing in her eyes.

Rosie’s response is immediate. “I won’t.” She’s resolved to not have anything to do with Reggie this year so long as she can help it. As far as Rosie is concerned, he no longer exists. Reggie can go fuck himself for all she cares. He’s no longer any of her business.

“What are you going to do?” Sophie asks, finally catching up to them. “Close your eyes whenever he’s nearby? Because I’m sure that’ll work out fantastically.”

Piper swats at Sophie, who ducks around to Rosie’s other side, hiding behind the much shorter redhead. “Sophie, you’re not helping,” Piper hisses as Sophie laughs.

“Hey,” she defends herself, “I offered to beat him up, but you guys said no!”

Rosie rolls her eyes, wishing this wasn’t the third time she’s had this conversation in the last month. “We are not committing assault,” she reminds Sophie. Again. As much as Rosie loves the other girl to death, she’s not willing to be arrested with them, at least not while they’re still in high school. Maybe after college. And certainly not for someone as pathetic as Reggie Mantle.

Sophie groans, looking more put out than she should be by Rosie shutting down violence as a plan. “Motherfucker has it coming though! After what he fucking did to you I ought a give him a Russian Corkscrew.” The last two words light up something in Sophie’s eyes, much to her friends’ collective horror.

Rosie has no idea what a Russian Corkscrew is, and she’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to know. It sounds fake, but anything with the word Russian in it is probably painful and also dangerous.

“I actually agree with Sophie on this one,” Piper says after a beat, shrugging slightly as she looks at Rosie. Her hand finds Rosie’s, their fingers lacing together as Piper gives her a reassuring squeeze, giving her a half-smile for a half-joke.

Sophie tosses an arm around Rosie’s shoulders, the fabric of her flannel soft against Rosie’s bare shoulder. “Thank you, Pipes!” she crows at Piper, blue eyes alight with mischief as she turns to Rosie next. “See, Piper agrees with me!”

“We are not committing assault,” Rosie repeats, trying to keep her voice firm, though a smile twitches on her lips, Rosie unable to bite back her amusement at her friends’ ridiculousness. They’re only trying to cheer her up, not wanting her to fall back into the slump she was in for the latter half of summer, and Rosie couldn’t ask for better people in her life.

Pursing her lips, Sophie narrows her eyes in thought. “What about vandalism?”

Rosie hesitates, catching sight of another Bulldog staring at her from down the hall, Moose Mason wrapped up with his girlfriend Midge as they both watch her. “Ask me again after first period,” she finally mumbles back, forcing herself to look away from Moose and Midge, anger bubbling under her skin at the sympathy in their gazes.

Sophie gives a little cheer at Rosie’s almost-agreement, yanking her into a clumsy hug that nearly pulls Rosie right off the ground, causing Piper to snicker from her other side. Sophie releases her just as quickly, twisting around to walk in front of Rosie and Piper, walking backwards through the hallway and forcing the students behind her to avoid being run over. A few of them roll their eyes at Sophie, but most only move aside, used to her antics after so many years of knowing her.

Frankly, Sophie wouldn’t be Sophie if she wasn’t being a public nuisance.

The three of them are quiet for a moment until Piper suddenly frowns, looking down at her class schedule. “Sophie, don’t you have Barker for math first period?” she asks suddenly, sending the other girl a critical look.

Sophie, for her part, only shrugs, looking unbothered by Piper’s question. “I mean, technically, yeah,” she tells them. Rosie snorts at the way Sophie only waves off Piper’s indignant squeak at the nonchalant response.

“Soph, you can’t skip math on the first day of classes,” Piper chastises, looking at Sophie with an expression that’s equally exasperated and fond.

Rosie smiles, opening her mouth to back up Piper, but the words stick in her throat when she catches someone’s eye from the other end of the hallway. She jerks to a halt as she sees the pack of Bulldogs crowded around a group of lockers, eyes finding Reggie easily in the group, looking for him almost instinctively, and she hates herself a little bit for it.

Reggie’s eyes widen when he sees her, and he shoves away from his locker and the surrounding Bulldogs, straightening when she looks at him. Her chest goes tight with anger, but she can’t bring herself to look away from him, momentarily paralyzed with shock at seeing him so soon. She was hoping to avoid him for as long as possible, but luck clearly isn’t on her side today.

Sophie and Piper continue to banter, oblivious to Rosie’s sudden shift in mood. “Ugh, fine, Killjoy. I’ll just skip tomorrow instead.”

Rolling her eyes, Piper glances up at Rosie for backup, noticing her expression for the first time. “Oh shit,” Piper gasps, following Rosie’s gaze down the hallway, stopping short of a comeback to Sophie’s quip. Frowning, Sophie stops walking as well, her head cocking to one side in confusion before she looks over her shoulder, her entire body going tense when she sees what’s caught her friends’ attention. “Fuck boy alert,” Piper continues, tightening her grip on Rosie’s hand before grabbing Sophie by the arm with the other, holding back the now fuming blonde that practically hisses when she sees Reggie standing on the opposite end of the hallway.

“Son of a bitch,” Sophie sneers, hands tightening into fists as Piper holds her back.

Piper’s eyes go wide as Rosie stares at her ex, Reggie sending her a grin from down the hall when their eyes meet. Rosie makes a show of ripping her eyes away from his, panic crawling in her throat when he takes a step towards the three girls, his intent clear. He hasn’t stopped calling her since that night and she was an idiot to think he wouldn’t try to corner her at school too.

Reggie always has had a way of getting what he wants.

Hands shaking, Rosie lets go of Piper, wide eyes searching for something in the hallway to distract her from Reggie’s advance. Her eyes land on a group of Southside Serpents in the hallway, a familiar face catching her eye. Sweet Pea’s gaze catches hers for only a second, but it’s enough for Rosie to make a split-second decision that she’ll probably regret later in the day.

A sudden, petty need rises up in Rosie, hurt turning to anger in her chest. She rips her hand away from Piper’s, eyes on the Serpents as she steadfastly ignores Reggie walking towards her. Her anxiety only grows as he gets closer and she moves without thinking, desperate to avoid Reggie at all costs.

“Rosie, what are you doing?” Piper calls after her, still holding Sophie back as they both watch in bewilderment as Rosie heads towards the Serpents, bots clicking across the floor as she goes. “Rosie!”

“Sweet Pea!” Rosie snaps as she walks up to the tall Serpent, trying to keep her voice light despite the heavy weight of Reggie’s gaze on the side of her face. She ignores the students that turn to look at her, nearly half the hallway watching whatever is going on between Rosie, Reggie, and the Serpents. Anger burns in her throat, but she swallows it back when Sweet Pea meets her gaze, his eyes bright with amusement.

“Hey, Doll,” he greets, straightening to his full height as she steps up to him, towering over her by nearly a foot despite her heels. A lazy smirk pulls at his lips as he looks down at her, hands slipping from his pockets as his head tilts to the side in an almost endearing way. The Serpents he’s standing with all send her looks as she walks up, more questioning than anything else. She and Sweet Pea aren’t friends. Not really anyway. They shared a few classes last semester and would talk when he came to Pop’s during her shift, and that was the most of it.

And if there was a little harmless flirting in there too, well, that was on him.

Sweet Pea’s gaze crawls up her frame in a way that makes her shiver, his eyes lingering on her bare thighs and the teasing hint of skin showing between the waist of her shorts and the flowy purple crop-top she’s wearing. His smirk grows as his eyes lock with hers once more, Sweet Pea wetting his lips as he stares down at her. “What can I—”

Rosie doesn’t give him a chance to finish. She can feel Reggie’s eyes burning against her back, rage boiling just beneath the surface, and that spurs her to do it. Quick as a snake, she grabs at Sweet Pea, fingers wrapping around the collar of his leather jacket as she yanks him down to her, lips meeting his in a kiss that’s borderline bruising. She presses up on her toes to reach him, grasping at his jacket so tightly she’s afraid the leather might tear.

Sweet Pea’s sharp inhale isn’t lost to Rosie, the sound muffled by her mouth on his. His big hands wrap around her instinctively, and open palm pressing against her lower back to keep her flush against him as the other finds her hip, fingers curling around her tightly. His thumb brushes teasingly against the bare strip of skin at her waist.

Her heart begins to beat faster, practically slamming against her rib cage, and she briefly wonders if Sweet Pea can feel it against his own chest. One of her arms slinks around the back of his neck, dragging him down further to meet her. She sighs against his mouth, Sweet Pea’s lips warm against hers, their mouths moving together easily.

Sweet Pea exhales through his nose, practically sighing against her, mouth pressing against hers with just enough pressure to make her head spin as he pulls her flush up against him, arms coiling around her back. Rosie is assaulted by the smell of cigarettes and motor oil as she presses herself up against him, tilting her chin up to deepen the kiss as best she can. Sweet Pea leans into her, tilting her back as he kisses her harder. His teeth nip at her lower lip suddenly, followed by his tongue brushing over the same spot. A small sound leaves her throat, but he swallows it quickly, pressing closer.

There’s a sharp wolf-whistle behind her from one of the Serpents and Rosie suddenly remembers the audience they have, a significant portion of the student body watching—and probably getting more of an eyeful than they bargained for.

Rosie lurches back, breathing heavily as she stares up at Sweet Pea, releasing her grip on his jacket and pressing her palm against his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath her hand as she pushes away from him, taking a step back. He blinks down at her in bewilderment, lips parted and smeared with her lipstick.

“Thanks,” she breathes up at him, unable to say anything else as she forces herself away from him. A smile finds its way to her lips, Rosie, biting her lower lip as she takes another step away from him. She gives a brief nod as she turns on her heel, practically skipping back to Piper and Sophie, who stare at her in disbelief.

When he gaze drifts back to the other end of the hall, the Bulldogs are all staring at her, eyes wide with shock.

Reggie is gone.

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simkaswriting · 7 years ago

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Cheater-Reggie Mantle

Characters: Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Reggie Mantle and (Y/N)

Pairing: Reggie x Reader, ex!Archie x Reader

Word Count: 2638

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: (Y/N) and Reggie attend a party at her ex’s house, Archie, who cheated on her with Veronica. What will happen when they meet again and Reggie’s temper gets to the better of him?

A Blossom knows how to deal with prejudice and disappointment, is never seen poignant in public. A Blossom is regarded in the town of Riverdale as a force to be reckoned with, as a ruthless manipulator. But that’s not (Y/N) Blossom. No, (Y/N) Blossom is what you would call an old soul, unlike her sister Cheryl. (Y/N) has always been mature and collected, unlike her brother Jason. She’s never been afraid of any confrontation, unlike her mother. And she most definitely didn’t posses as many secrets as her father did. But there was something the oldest sibling had yet to learn. And that is to get over heartbreak.

The sun shone down on her, the red hair ignited to a fiery hue. She skims over the words in her book, only half-paying attention. Her mind is far off, reliving the day the boy she thought she loved broke her heart.

“I can’t be with you if I love her, (Y/N). It would’t be fair on you and I don’t want that. I don’t want to hurt you.” Archie runs his hand through his red hair, his voice regretful and full of worry as he stands stock-still in front of his now ex girlfriend.. (Y/N) and Archie have dated for four years, labelled as the couple who would go on to marry and have red-head kids and live out the rest of their days in Riverdale. They were the schools sweethearts, but now her world is crashing down around her and all he can do is watch.

(Y/N) clenches her fist, not wanting to cry in front of Archie, he can’t see her like that, and instead nods her head in acceptance.

“How long?” She asks, voice cold, though she could feel her chest tighten and her hands begin to shake.

Archie tries to step forward, to hug her or to just hold the girl, but she moves back so quickly it pains him. Of course he loves her, just not the way she wants him to. It isn’t his fault that his heart was captured by the mysterious new girl in town.

“A few months now.” He admits in defeat.

She further digs her nails into her palms in rage. “Did you act on it?”

Archie looks down at the ground and slips his hands into his letterman jacket.

“Once.”

And that’s all (Y/N) needs to hear before swinging at the red-head football star, causing a sickening crack and nose-bleed, and storming off to wreak havoc.

“Hey Little Red, what’cha reading?” The undeniable voice of Reggie Mantle snaps (Y/N) out of her depressing thoughts.

She manages a weak smile as she looks at the boy in front of her. Since (Y/N) and Archie broke up seven months ago, Reggie and (Y/N) have developed a good and firm friendship. Archie was never a big fan of Reggie when the two dated, though she has no idea why. Reggie is a great guy, dare she say almost perfect.

“The same book you asked me about yesterday.” (Y/N) puts the book into her bag and rests her hand on the wooden bench. Around her, the students of Riverdale talk excitedly amongst themselves, no doubt discussing the dance next week.

Reggie grins at the girl in front of him, a feeling of adoration washing over him. He’s never been the type to get crushes, he’s always been the type to have a different girl on his arm each week. But he would leave all that behind just to have the one girl be his.

“Fair play, Blossom. So I was thinking, there’s a party tonight, or so I’ve heard from your lovely sister. Wanna be the Leia to my Han?” Reggie asks the girl in front of him, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

A smile of her own spreads across (Y/N)s face. Does she feel like attending a party? Not particularly. But would she leave her best friend hanging? Definitely not.

“Reggie, count me in. Pick me up at 8, and don’t be late because I’ll make you regret it.” She stands up from the picnic bench before waving to the boy and running off to her car. Once she’s in, she sits there for a moment, confused, as the feeling of excitement enters her body for the first time in months. But she brushes it off and starts up the car.

(Y/N) approaches Reggie's car, parked just outside of the gates of Thornhill, heels echoing across the empty street. The dress she’s wearing isn’t one that Cheryl would like, since it doesn’t show as much skin as her sister is accustomed to, but still shows some cleavage. Her makeup is perfect, and her curled hair bounces on her back. She feels so good, like she hasn’t in at least two years.

Reggie locks his phone as the car door opens and (Y/N) sits down, her sweet perfume filling the car around him and making his heart melt. He turns around to greet the girl, but finds that no words want to come out as he looks at her. Has her hair always been such a fierce red colour? Have her eyes always been this full of life? She’s gorgeous.

“Reggie, close your mouth and start driving, I wanna get there in time to make a grand entrance.” (Y/N) laughs and puts her seat belt on, knowing fine well that Reggie drives like a maniac.

Reggie fumbles with the key for a few seconds before actually managing to start the engine and begin to drive.

“You alright, Mantle?” (Y/N) asks. She’s never seen Reggie look nervous before, so this is new. He’s always cocky and full of sarcastic comments.

He just winks at her before pulling his phone out and handing it to her.

“Do you know where that is?” Reggie asks (Y/N), who looks at the address with a sinking heart. The phone almost slips from between her fingers as she realises she does indeed know where that it. It’s Archie’s house.

(Y/N) swallows before handing the phone back to Reggie, a worried look on her face. “It’s Archie’s house.”

Upon hearing that, and the desolate tone of her voice, Reggie immediately pulls over. He turns to the red head next to him with a look of concern.

“(Y/N) we don’t have to go. I’m sure there’s other parties on a Friday night.” Reggie reaches over and takes a hold of her hand, trying to comfort her.

He knows what it was like for her to go through the breakup with Archie, after all he was there for her. She didn’t let anyone in, she didn’t show a bit of emotion. She quit the River Vixens, handing the role of head cheerleader to her younger sister, when she heard that Veronica wanted to try out. But she let Reggie in, for a reason unbeknown to him. And he wasn’t about to force her into anything she wouldn’t want to do.

(Y/N) looks down at his hand in hers for a few seconds. Yes, she would rather be back at Thornhill reading a book, or go bowling with the cute guy next to her, but she has to prove a point. Is she over Archie? 90% yes, so what’s the problem? She looks so good Hell could freeze over and she’ll still be the most talked-about in town, and she has Reggie, who’s so attractive and sweet that she can’t even recall what she liked about Archie in the first place. It’s the fact that she has to face the owner of the house for the first time since she broke his nose that has her worried.

The eldest Blossom brings Reggie’s hand to her red lips, places a gentle kiss to it, and grins.

“Reggie Mantle, drive on. We look so good we could put Prada models to shame, so why not show off?”

Jughead has always been observant, so when Reggie’s Chevrolet pulled up outside of his best friends house, with his best friends ex in the front seat, he chuckled. He knew a Blossom wouldn’t let a minor inconvenience such as a breakup ruin her night, and (Y/N) is the perfect proof of that. Jug leans back against the railing, already knowing Archie would be shocked, to say the least.

Just as Reggie’s about to open the car door to get out, (Y/N) grabs his arm and turns him around.

“Reggie, wait. Am I overdressed?” She asks him, a small smile on her lips. The rest of the party-goers are dressed casually, a few girls wearing skirts but that’s about it. With the exception of her younger sister, who just doesn’t give a shit.

The boy turns around to face her and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’re perfect, Little Red. Now let’s go, the beer pong table is chanting our name.” Reggie smiles gently at (Y/N), before smirking and jumping out of the car to open his friends door.

(Y/N) grins at Reggie, before taking his hand and intertwining their fingers. Partially because she’s nervous. Her relationship with Archie ended on a sour note, and yes, she might have spilled coffee on Veronica once by ‘accident’, so the nerves tingle in her stomach. But also partially because she loves the feeling oh having him next to her, he comforts her more than anyone ever has.

The pair walk into the Andrews household, where the music plays so loud they can barely hear the other. Immediately, (Y/N) notices Betty’s eyes widen before running off, no doubt to find Archie and let him know his favourite red-head was in the house.

“Wanna dance? I’m sure the beer pong can wait until later.” Reggie leans in close to (Y/N) so she can actually hear him over the music, and the thought of kissing her momentarily crosses his mind. But he lets it go when the girl nods enthusiastically and starts leading him to the living room where the makeshift dance floor's at.

(Y/N) wraps her hands around Reggie’s neck and begins to sway to the beat of whatever song’s playing. She doesn’t recognise it, but that doesn’t stop her. Reggie places his hands on her hips, high enough so he doesn’t seem like a pervert, but low enough that it earns the two looks from others.

The two jump around and grind for a couple of songs, laughing and barely talking, but enjoying the others company, before Reggie pulls his favourite red head aside and into the back patio, which is much more quieter.

“Want a drink? I’m close to dehydration.” Reggie smiles at (Y/N), who nods her head ‘yes’, which is all the boy needs before hurrying off into the kitchen.

The Blossom leans against the large garden table and thinks to herself. Reggie Mantle is a sweetheart, a real nice guy and not to mention attractive. But he’s a serial manwhore, so why am I letting myself get so attached to him? It’s in my blood to ruin lives, not get my own one ruined. So why the fuck do I get weak in the knees whenever he smiles at me? Why does my heart run a marathon whenever he accidentally brushes his hand against mine? And for fuck sake, why can’t he-

“I didn’t think you’d show up.” The all-too-familiar voice of Archie Andrews interrupts (Y/N)s thoughts. Her heart skips a beat as her eyes scan over the red head who’s sporting a warm smile on his lips. The smile that used to make her heart skip now makes her feel sick.

She doesn’t say anything, because what’s she supposed to say? ‘Sorry for crashing your party when I broke your nose and still haven’t apologised’? Or ‘I ruined your girlfriends expensive outfit so there’s that’? Or ‘Yeah you couldn’t apologise because I’d rather cut my tongue off that talk to you’?

Archie walks towards his ex and leans against the garden table next to her. He contemplates pulling her into a hug, because this is the girl he’s spent 4 years with and he still adores her. But he decides against it. “I never got the chance to apologise.” Archie crosses his arms over his chest and looks at the red head next to him.

(Y/N) doesn’t look at him, because she could think of better things to be doing right now than talking to her cheater of an ex. Like dancing with Reggie. She stands up and turns to look at Archie, her arms resting on her hips. If looks could kill, Archie Andrews would drop dead.

“You didn’t get a chance to apologise because half an hour after you told me you cheated you were fucking Veronica in the broom closet in the English department.” (Y/N) smiles sweetly at the boy in front of her, relishing in this moment.

Archie looks like he just got sucker-punched in the gut, and the feeling worsens when his favourite red head starts to walk away. Immediately, he reaches out to grab her hand. The awful feeling in his chest has only been getting worse and worse. He cheated on the girl who helped him when his mom left, who tutored him when he was failing class, who motivated him when he was at his lowest. And he knows it was wrong.

(Y/N) yanks her hand back from Archie’s grip so fast it stuns him momentarily, before he steps forward and tries to stop her from leaving again. He has to get the apology off his chest before it eats him alive.

The Blossom once again tries to pull free of his grip, but this time she doesn’t manage.

“Archie let me fucking go!” She screams at the boy, ready to break his nose once again if needed. But before she has the chance to, someone beats her to it.

Reggie’s punch is hard enough to knock Archie to the ground, and the boy just grabs his nose and looks up at his friend in shock. Reggie gets ready to pounce on his former best friend, but a gentle hand on his shoulder stops him in his tracks. The white hot rage he feels tingle through his body slowly evaporates as he turns to look at the girl he loves.

“Reggie, darling don’t bother with him. He’s not worth it.” (Y/N) smiles up at her favourite person, before glaring at Archie and walking away from the party with Reggie’s hand in hers. The by-standers give them looks, and Betty almost marches up to the Blossom to share her piece of mind, but gets stopped by Veronica.

The two make their way down to Reggie’s car, and before Reggie can open the door for (Y/N), she takes a hold of his face and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. The warmth that fills both of them relaxes her and causes his throbbing hand to fade from his conscious mind. For a few seconds they just stand there, both too invested in the other to give a shit about their surroundings.

Reggie pulls away and looks down at the girl with a small smile.

“If he ever so much as looks your way ever again I won’t hesitate to break his nose again.” He grins at (Y/N), before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As (Y/N) looks up at the star football player, her heart melts. Yes, her relationship with Archie was good, but she has a feeling that whatever is going on right now will be a million times better.

“I trust you’ll do that. Now, wanna go to Pop’s?” She asks Reggie with a huge, genuine smile. Yes, the party’s a bust, but that doesn’t mean that the night should end. And it doesn’t.

The next few hours the pair enjoy each others company at Pop’s, drinking milkshakes, taking selfies and laughing into the early hours of the morning. Back at the party, the rumours that Reggie and the famous Blossom are dating spread like wildfire, and the two couldn’t care less, because they’re happy and finally together.

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serpent-jugheadjones · 7 years ago

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The Partner Revealed - Part 7

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Revelations on Jason’s case burn through.

Warnings: None I can think of. But I suck at warnings...

Word count: 3281

A/N: Wow, it’s been more than a month since the last part was released and this one is more on the short side. Dog Days final part coming soon :)

Y/N’s point of view

Y/N wakes up in fright, heart pounding off her chest, barely breathing. The loud noises that interrupted her slumber are coming from downstairs. She gets up as quickly and silently as possible and grabs the baseball bat her uncle gave her when she turned 14, which has been neglected to the corner of the room ever since. Gathering all her courage, the girl walks down the stairs slowly, avoiding the creaking steps she learned to skip when sneaking out at night, hoping it’s not Jason’s killer, for a 16-year-old with a bat she doesn't even know how to use won’t stand a chance against someone with a gun that has already killed a teenager.

At the bottom of the stairs someone is coming up with boxes covering their face. She gets scared and swings, missing whoever is there by a hair. “Wow. Sweetie, it’s me.” Her father’s familiar voice calms her. He drops his box at the step and takes the baseball bat from her as she still looks distressed. It takes her a few seconds to process she’s safe, but as soon as she does, her arms are around her father. “No love for moma?” Y/N sees her mother, of whom she’s the spitting image, standing by the open front door. She runs down to hug the woman just as tight as she did her dad. “You guys didn't tell me you were coming.”, she says, happy to see them instead of a killer. “We wanted to surprise you.” “That you sure did.” They all laugh, as that wasn't exactly the welcome they were expecting. “Do you need help unpacking?” Y/N notices the mess everywhere. “No, you go get ready for school. We’ll deal with all this”, her mother instructs, pointing at everything around the living-room with a ‘why did we brought so much stuff’ look.

Y/N gets back to her room without any guilt for not helping them. She’s used to them coming back home with extra luggage. The girl did try to help once, but they just ended up making a bigger mess. It’s a lot earlier than she planned on waking up, so she takes that time to finish her articles for the Blue and Gold. Time flies by and she only notices when her belly roars in hunger. The girl quickly changes out of her pijamas into high waisted jeans and a loose tank top. Reaching the kitchen, she finds suitcases and boxes full of stuff they brought from the trip piled everywhere, making it impossible to eat, let alone cook there. “I’m going to Pop’s for breakfast.”, she shouts grabbing a jacket from the coat hanger. “Wait! We didn't even have time to catch up.” Her mom comes out from behind a pile of boxes. “We’ll do that at dinner, when I come back to this house the way it was before you arrived, young lady.”, Y/N says playfully. “Oh. Bring your boyfriend for dinner.”, Y/F/N requests. “He’s not my boyfriend.” She blushes. “Of course not, you just spend a lot of time with him, talking about him, thinking about him...”, Y/M/N teases. “Ok, I got it. See ya later.” Y/N blows them a kiss and heads out.

The girl is glad to be reminded of Jughead. She texts him on her way to the diner.

From: Y/N

Wanna have breakfast at Pop’s? My treat.

From: Jughead

Would love to, but I’m heading to Betty’s for breakfast. I’m gonna distract her mom while she tries to find out where Polly was taken to.

Y/N doesn't reply, perplexed to why she wasn't included in their plan. She’s not mad at Jug, but rather disappointed in Betty. After the memorial, she was sure they were on the same page. Clearly not. Nonetheless, she’s not gonna let that stop her from getting the best milkshakes in town before class.

Jughead’s point of view

The chair in the Blue and Gold office is way more comfortable than his mattress on the floor. Nevertheless, whenever Jughead tries to sleep there, he ends up staying up late, writing. Tonight is one of those nights. Without any major development on the Jason Blossom case, the novelist doesn't really have much to add to the story but editing is just as important. Jug can’t move past the paragraph about the first time he met Y/N by the edge of Sweet Water River just after the body was removed. It’s the way she’s written in, skeptical and cold, that got him stuck, realizing he doesn't relate to that at all. Even so, at the same time, it’s how he felt back then. Since he promised she’d be the first to read his finished work, the writer can’t imagine letting her read those as his first words about her.

After much editing, he’s finally happy with the end result of Y/N’s introduction to the story. The clock on his screen shows it just turned 6 am. He could try and get some sleep, but the boy remembers the long overdue paper he has to deliver and not a single sentence written yet. School work isn't really his forte. Forty-five minutes go by and Jug’s staring at his laptop screen, motionless, not even all the cold coffee left in his thermos flask would be enough to keep him awake, so he decides to take a power nap before leaving for Betty’s. Jughead just slouches back on the chair and crosses his feet over the table. Leaving the office would mean 15 minutes wasted wondering the school halls till his ‘room’ and he can’t afford to lose a single one. He’s woken up by a text from Y/N, inviting him to eat at Pop’s, rather than his alarm clock.

Of course he would 100 times prefer to have breakfast with Y/N at the Chock’lit Shoppe than with Betty and her mom, but the fate of their investigation could rest with whatever information they can get out of Polly, and for that they need to know where she is. That’s something they can only get from Alice and everything is set for today. Jughead just hopes the Y/H/C girl understands that. He can’t help thinking if she had texted a little earlier he would most definitely have had two breakfasts.

A couple of waffles in, some OJ and both silent and vocal insults from Alice, Betty gives him the sign to get her mom out of the room, which is as easy as asking for the bathroom. When he returns, the blonde is already waiting for him by the front door with an accomplished look. Jughead thanks Alice for the ‘hospitality’ before they leave hurriedly. He can’t wait to share this with Y/N.

Y/N’s point of view

Y/N uses her free period to drop her finished articles at the Blue and Gold not expecting to run into Betty and Jughead in there. “It's a Home for troubled youths.Where disenfranchised teens will learn such virtues as discipline and respect, enjoying lives of quiet reflection and servitude.”, Jug quotes. “Poor Polly.“, Bets says. “So you found out?”, Y/N asks, reveling her presence in the room. She can see the blonde dig her nails in her palms and go from a hateful to calm face within seconds. “Y/N/N! So glad you could join us. Juggie was very helpful in us finding out where Polly is.”, Betty says on fake-nice tone, stroking Jug’s arm, making him cringe and Y/N’s face grow red. “Where is that?”, the Y/H/C girl inquires, trying to not sound weird out by the whole ordeal. “The Sisters of Quiet Mercy. Sounds creepy, I know.”, the raven-haired boy replies. “When are we going?”, Y/N asks enthusiastically, as this would be their first group operation. “I think it’s best if just me and Juggie go. Too many people can call attention.”, the vixen replies coarsely. “I disagree.” Jughead stands up and walks away from Betty. “The more the merrier. If things go south we can create a diversion, plus Y/N can drive us there.” There’s no valid argument Betty could use to explain why she doesn't want Y/N with them. The Y/E/C eyes meet Jug’s blueish ones in gratitude for standing up for her.

The bell for lunch rings and they leave the office to the courtyard. They find the table where Archie is sitting next to Valerie, with a melancholic expression. Betty walks a little faster than them and sits in the corner of the bench, forcing Jug to sit in the middle and Y/N next to him in the other corner. “I think we should do it after school.”, Bets suggests, probably because she knows Y/N has an extra class today. “Sure, that works for me.”, the Y/H/C girl agrees and takes a sip from her soda. Playing Betty’s game isn't really something she wants to do, but she’s not just about to leave Jug alone with her again. “What are you guys talking about? Anything I can help with?”, Archie inquiries, begging to be a part of it, same way Y/N has to fight for her spot in. “What we're attempting is a stealth operation, Archie. If we go in there with the entire Scooby Gang, forget it, we're compromised.”, Jug explains, eating the last of his tortilla chips. The ginger boy looks even more miserable at that, but at soon as Veronica arrives, his gloominess changes, since she offers to play with him at the Variety Show. Y/N understands Jughead’s gestures of asking for her bag of potato chips and gives it to him with a smile, only to watch Betty making fists with her hands once again.

Now that her parents are home, Y/N can’t just skip class so she heads into her classroom acting sick. Lucky for her she’s very convincing and the teacher let’s her out without any problems. She meets Jug and Betty by the front gate so they can walk together to her house where she’ll get her mom’s car to drive them to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy building. The girl asks them to wait on the corner while she gets the car. Y/N’s not in the mood to explain to her parents what they are doing. Not too long goes by and they hear the loud roar of the Impala. “I call shotgun.” Jughead says opening the door so that Betty can seat in the back.

Jughead’s point of view

They arrive at the reception. The place looks more like a prison than a home. Betty hands the nun her ID and she’s allowed in, but Jughead and Y/N have to stay back. “What do you think she’s gonna find?”, the girl asks as they sit on a bench in the lobby. “The truth. Whatever that is.”, he answers. Soon after, they are asked to wait in a room. The doctor insists on them moving, not taking into consideration their attempts to prove they’re fine where they are. “Are we being committed now?” Y/N tries to open the window, to no success. “No. But that may have been a better outcome.” Jug makes her turn around to see Alice Cooper by the door with a furious look.

They are being escorted out by doctors. Before they reach the door, Polly comes out from a corner. She loses control and start screaming at her mom for not telling her what happened to Jason. Y/N tries to block one of the doctors from holding Betty, so the blonde can hug her sister. “Don’t touch her.” Jughead throws himself in front of the Y/H/C girl as the doctor was just about to pin her on the wall. They all watch as the pregnant mourning girl is dragged out. Jug is met with a different, darker view of what he thought was a perfect family.

At the parking lot, Alice instructs Betty to wait in the car and she walks away with both a grateful and apologetic look. Thanks to them, she got to see her sister, although because of that her mother is just about to lecture them. “I didn't expect this of you, Y/N.” The girl can’t meet Mrs. Cooper’s eyes. “She was doing...”, the boy starts. “Jug...” She nods her head from side to side interrupting him. “That’s right, Jughead. Y/N doesn't need you to defend her. She knows she’s wrong.”, Alice spits with her eyes still watery. “No. Betty has a right to know what’s going on with her sister. And THIS... exiling your own daughter because she’s pregnant. I didn't expect THAT from you.” Y/N opens the car door and gets in without looking back at Alice. Jughead follows her actions and they drive away.

“Where should I drop you off?”, she asks. Jughead is silent for a while, figuring out the best way out of this. “How about we just go to Pop’s?”, he suggests, defensively. “Sure. After this, all I need is a double chocolate shake with waffles.” Y/N changes their route to the Chock’lit Shoppe. “Waffles? For dinner?” The raven-haired boy laughs. “Don’t judge me, Mr. Coffee-before-bed-ops-I-have-insomnia.”, the girl teases and they both laugh. Y/N keeping her eyes off the road a little longer than she should’ve. Juggie is sure he caught her glimpsing at his lips but this isn't the right time for it so he just focuses on their order. He’s temped on the waffles as well, but the usual burger wins every time.

Of course he stole a few bites from Y/N’s delicious sweet treat, making the girl fake-mad and him fake-innocent. However, a sweet grin vanishes from his face as fast as it appeared since she offered to drive him home once again. “I think I’m just gonna stay here, enjoy the free coffee refills and write a bit.” Jug hates not being able to tell her why he’s not going home. Luckily she doesn't look suspicious to his reasons for staying. “How about tomorrow we have actual food for dinner? My place?”, Y/N asks confidently. “Sounds good.” The boy loves Pop’s, but the thought of real food makes his stomach fluster. The girl slides off the booth and walks out of the diner, leaving Jug wishing there was a white chocolate and ginger milkshake so he could still smell her.

Y/N’s point of view

Light tapping on Y/N’s bedroom window startles her. “Jug?” She surprises herself as this is the second time she calls him by his nickname. The boy is on a ladder the girl wasn't even aware they owned. “Hey there, Juliet.”, he proclaims, getting in. “You do know we have a front door?”, Y/N asks rhetorically. “There was an unfamiliar car in your driveway.”, he states, looking around the posters on her walls and some of the books on her shelves before turning to face her. “So you decided to climb up?” She waves her hands in confusion. “Could've been the killer. I may as well have saved your life.” Her heart beats faster as he walks closer and closer. “Also...” Jughead breaths in, his eyes switching from her lips to her Y/E/C orbs. He guides his hands to each side of her cheeks. Without hesitation Jug leans in, meeting their lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. Y/N is dazed by his actions and takes a few seconds to kiss back. But their moment is interrupted by her father knocking on the door. “Dinner is almost ready. When is your friend coming?”, he shouts through the hallway. “Soon.”, Y/N replies with a wide smile, looking up at that amazing boy in front of her, who just gave this fortunate overjoyed pleased teen her first kiss.

They walk down the stairs to the kitchen. “Where did Jughead come from?”, her mother asks, suspiciously. “You know Nightcrawler, right? Ta-da!”, Y/N points at the boy, implying he teleported. “Are you hiding a tail under that flannel?”, her father jokes. “No, I've got my holographic clock on.” Jughead shows his wrist, with a bracelet rather a clock, but the reference to X-Men: Evolution still stands. Y/N’s sporting an amazed look at his knowledge on the series. “Ok, Kurt. you can sit here.” Y/F/N point at the seat next to his daughters usual place and winks at the girl. Laughter and conversation fill the room. Y/M/N shares stories about their travel, Y/F/N talks about some of his less bloody cases, and Jughead gives them movies suggestions. Y/N is loving every second of it. However, as soon as they finish the main course, Jug’s phone buzzes. He shows Y/N the text.

From: Betty

Meet me at route 40 by the Maple Syrup sign.

Both teens look at each other, knowing they have to go, because it could be about the case they are desperate to solve. “Mom, we’re gonna skip desert, we have to go meet some friends.”, Y/N tells them, seeing the disappointed look in Jug’s face. “That’s ok, honey. Call us if you’re gonna be later than really late.”, her mother says. “Thank you for dinner Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. It was delicious.”, Jughead says. “Oh, please. Calls us Y/M/N and Y/F/N and you’re very welcome.”, her father replies, taking out their plates.

Y/N parks the Impala when she spots Betty by the roadside under the pouring rain. She doesn't look happy, and not about being soaking wet, but at the sight of an accompanied Jughead. “How...” The blonde doesn't even have time to finish when Jug cuts her off. “I was having dinner at Y/N’s when I got your text. It, seemed odd you didn't send her one.”, he speaks firmly, making sure this doesn't go any further. “So, why are we here?”, Y/N asks, looking around. “Polly told me about a getaway car Jason had ready for them. I wonder if it’s still here.”, Betty says, handing each a flashlight and directing them towards the sign. Even with the little visibility they have it’s not hard to find the vehicle, covered with tarpaulin and leafs as it has been there for a while now.

They remove the protective layers and open the trunk, revealing suitcases and Jason’s varsity jacket. “What are those?”, Betty asks, pointing at something in plastic wrap. “Drugs...” Jughead picks one up. “JUG!”, Y/N shouts, making him drop the evidence. “Fingerprints...”, she explains, rubbing everything they touched with the sleeve of her sweater. “This is all evidence, we need to talk to Sheriff Keller and get Polly.”, the blonde girl states. “This whole car is a crime scene.” Jughead takes a few pictures with his phone before they leave to warn the Sheriff about it.

Sadly, by the time Sheriff Keller arrives at the site, the car is in flames, and Polly isn't at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy anymore.

#Sorry this took so long #And is so short #Jughead Jones #Jughead Jones x Reader #Jughead x Reader #Forsythe Pendleton Jones III #Riverdale #Riverdale Imagine #riverdale imagines #jughead jones imagine #Jughead Jones III #Juggie Jones #Jughead imagines #Jughead Jones imagines #imagine #fanfic

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We Might Be Like Spaghetti

There are so many things about Camila that no one understands. Like the fact that she can’t walk a straight line properly without falling. Or that she can be a confident little vixen one second and a timid, awkward girl the next.

So instead of wasting her time trying to come up with a reason why she is how she is, she’d rather use a vague definition if they ask her to describe herself.

Weird.

Not like, weird to the point that she has to go to a mental hospital (despite what her friends say), she’s just… different from other people.

I mean, for one, she has an obsession with bananas. And I guess, at one point in life, we all do get obsessed on something. But this is different, she just loves them too much that her parents literally had to pry the fruit away from her grasp. They’re just scared that she might have potassium poisoning (and by the amount of bananas she eats, they’re actually surprised she’s still alive).

She’s also dorky. A cute one though, not the annoying one. Well, maybe she does get on someone’s nerve at times, especially when she wakes people up with her annoying little random facts. A recent one was when she told Dinah facts about saliva.

Chancho [3.26am]: dinah

Chancho [3.26am]: china

Chancho [3.27am]: did you know that in our lifetime, we could produce enough saliva to fill 2 swimming pools?

Chancho [3.27am]: lets dig a hole and fill them up using our saliva. our verY OWN SALIVA POOL.

Cheechee [3.28am]: Bish, why you disturbing my beauty sleep? Go disturb someone else.

Cheechee [3.29am]: And why the hell would you wanna make a swimming pool with our saliva. You know we could use a hose or some shit right?

Chancho [3.29am]: that’s not the point Dinah.

Needless to say, she’s pretty weird.

That same night, she also texted her other friends with other facts. (She likes to spice things up, she doesn’t repeat what she tells the others)

Camila is also a bit artsy fartsy. And sure, in this world, a lot of them are. But this is different (Not really).

She’s always on tumblr, saving aesthetically pleasing pictures of the cloud or some shit and poetic excerpt Tumblr users post. She sometimes even sends them to Lauren after, probably cause she’s, too, artistic and she always treasures whatever Camila sends her.

An opening to talk about what really matters now.

Lauren. (Well, Lauren and Camila)

Lauren has been Camila’s best friend since middle school. She’s cute, loud, funny, irritable and just, weird, I guess.. A different kind but all the same length.

How they first met was a bit cliche, but hey… Cliche are cliches for a reason, they attract readers.

Lauren was in all of her class in 7th Grade, including homeroom. Camila didn’t think of anything at first. Just a girl with an inviting smile who is oddly alone in the corner of the class.

Why odd? Well, for one, Lauren is pretty. And when Camila thinks she’s pretty, it really means that she is. Trust her.

She’s the kind of pretty that makes her seem approachable. Her skin is soft and it looks beauteously white. Definitely a huge from Camila’s tanned skin tone. Lauren also seems social; Camila has heard her talk in front of the class before and she knows from there that Lauren isn’t a shy girl.

Secondly… honestly, I don’t even need to explain why it’s odd that’s she’s alone. The fact that’s she’s mesmerizingly captivating is enough.

Camila even knows that it’s not just her who finds her attractive. She’s heard boys in her class and even in the hallway talking about how they wanna ask her out. It never happens though, they’re too much of a pussy.

Except that one time when this guy Keaton asked her out and she said no in front of the class, making all the other guys immediately back off in fear of rejection.

That stunt intrigued Camila, if she’s being completely honest. No girl has ever said no to Keaton before.

Since then, Camila has always wanted to talk to her. But she’s too much of an introverted wuss to even look her way for more than 10 seconds. So they don’t talk.

Until one day, their science teacher put them as lab partners.

During the first 30 minutes, they didn’t talk. They either listened to the teacher –mostly Lauren cause Camila felt like she was deaf, she could only hear her heart beating loudly she’s surprised Lauren didn’t make a comment on it– or copy what the teacher had written on the whiteboard in front of the lab. Again, mostly Lauren because Camila’s hand is shaking as she wrote a simple P for the word Penis.

(No, she wasn’t shaking because of the word, penis. In fact, she flaunts that word a lot to her friends because her friends are still uncomfortable with the word and she likes to make people uncomfortable… See. weird)

“Are you okay?” Lauren’s sweetly raspy voice traveled through Camila’s ear and into her… well… whatever her ear is connected to and into her brain.(Can you blame her for not knowing though? Biology sucks)

“Uh.. Huh?” Camila jumped at the sudden noise, causing her pen to slide down the table. Camila’s reflexes kicked in and she frantically (and awkwardly) tried to grab the pen before it hits the floor.

She caught it and that’s when she noticed that she was awfully close to Lauren since she had to lean to her side.

She cleared her throats and studied the porcelain skinned girl. And again, she wasn’t joking when she said Lauren was really pretty. She feels the need to push that fact.

“You’re kind of shaking..?” She smiled worriedly a bit and it made Camila’s heart swoon at how Lauren seems like she genuinely cares for Camila.

Lauren doesn’t seem intimidating at all, Camila thought.

Psyche, Camila is still scared shitless.

Camila moved away and straightened her back. She looked over to Lauren’s hand and tilted her head when she noticed how it was trembling too.

The green eyed beauty followed Camila’s gaze and laughed. A really melodic one at that. It sounded soothingly cherubic to Camila. “Yeah, I shake too. But it’s more because of my genetics than anything else. My hand can never stay still.”

Camila nodded and smiled nervously.

“Do you talk?” She asked, just at the same time Camila realized that she hasn’t said one word to Lauren.

“Uhh.. Yeah,” Camila croaked out, internally hitting herself in the head for not clearing her dry throat first. She swallowed her saliva (damn it, she wasted that when she could’ve collected that for the swimming pool) and repeated what she said. “Yes.”

Lauren laughed once more and that’s when Camila begins to smile as well. She also thinks that it should be a good idea to record it and play it before she sleeps, just so she could have a good night rest.

“I’m Lauren,” she introduced, smiling cheekily with her hand extended for Camila to shake.

“Camila- Karla- I mean- Some of the teachers still call me Karla but I prefer Camila- And my friends call me Camil- But you can call me Karl- Or anything really- I don’t mind. Actually, scratch that, Kar-” Camila started rambling.

Fun fact; when she’s nervous, she tends to ramble and stumble onto words.

“Camila? Breathe.” Lauren grabbed both of Camila’s shoulders with her hands and stared at her brown eyes with her green ones.

“I like your eyes.” Camila pointed out without a second thought as she continued to stare at Lauren’s mesmerizing eyes.

“Thanks… I like yours too. It looks warm and welcoming.” She smiled bashfully.

After that, they started to actually warm up to each other through the next few hours in class. They realized that they have a lot more in common than they thought they would’ve, and it immediately made Camila like Lauren more (platonically of course). When lunch rolled around, she invited Lauren to eat with her other two friends, Taylor and Selena.

They instantly clicked with her, just as she had with Camila. And that made Camila’s heart swell.

So okay, anyway, their friendships started getting stronger then and they soon became the best of friends.

They hung out a lot and Lauren later revealed that her friends had, for a lack of a better word, dropped her the second they found new friends.

And Camila immediately despised Alexa (her current bestfriend’s ex-bestfriend). No, not because she’s jealous or anything, it’s just that she hates how she’d unfriend a girl like Lauren without actually having a reason to.

Okay, who is she kidding, maybe she is a bit jealous. Can you blame her though? They were childhood bestfriends and from the sounds of it, Lauren still treasured her like Alexa did nothing wrong. Alexa has done nothing to gain Lauren’s trust and yet, she still trusts her the most. Camila, however, worked hard for it.

The next year, Camila got lucky when she found out that she’s gonna be in the same class as Lauren again. It sort of calmed her anxiety since she was scared that Lauren might find a better friend than her if they’re not together 24/7.

And yeah, Camila got territorial there, but it was purely platonic. Definitely.

When they were in 8th grade, Lauren started dating this guy, Luis. He was very shy and they barely talked to each other during the first few months into their relationship. Camila was surprised when the raven haired Latina told her that they’ve went on 5 dates already and got official.

Camila was a bit tilted at that. But, it was mostly because she doesn’t trust Luis and she doesn’t want him to break someone as perfect as Lauren’s heart. It wasn’t because of the fact that she might’ve liked Lauren just a teensy bit.

It also didn’t help Camila to feel better when she found out that Alexa was the one who set them up. But what could Camila do, honestly?

After they got official, the whole school found out about it. While the others swoon at how sweet they seemed, Camila spent her time watching out for Lauren by stalking him in every social media he has. Just to make sure he’s not a dick.

And while they were together, Lauren still had a lot of time to spend with Camila. Camila loves the fact that she does. Really, she does. But she doesn’t like the fact that Lauren’s always talked about Luis this and Luis that. Never really about weird things like they usually talk about.

((Camila doesn’t really remember most of the contents of what they usually talk about before Luis came into their life, but one of the discussion Camila vaguely remembers was when she articulately described what would happen if she could jump high that she could just jump to the moon. And Lauren laughed hard at that, that was why Camila remembered it most amongst the rest. (She’d like to take a trip to the cloud to say hi to Jesus before continuing her journey to the moon)))

But yeah, ever since Lauren started dating Luis, every odd conversation they had was replaced by that ugly ass excuse of a human being.

So okay, maybe Camila does loathe him. But Lauren doesn’t know that and Camila is convinced that it’s better that way. Less questions to answer, she thought. She also feels like it’s better if Lauren talked about him rather than them not talking at all.

They didn’t last long though. If Camila remembers correctly, they lasted for about 3 months. (She forgets why, mostly because its irrelevant to wherever this story is going)

When they broke up, Lauren was a bit down. Not because of him per se, just the fact that she never get to have someone to text and call to everyday anymore. And yeah, Camila’s heart broke a bit because Lauren didn’t see Camila as a candidate to have her sole attention.

But nevertheless, Camila took it upon herself to actually text her goodmorning and goodnight everyday and in between, she’d send weird memes when they weren’t together. You know what, we’re all honest here, Camila even sends them when they’re basically hip to hip. Camila’s weird like that.

Okay, so they do text, and although Lauren hardly replies, it doesn’t stop making Camila to hyperventilate when she gets a notification from Lauren.

But again, they’re all very platonic feeling. Camila isn’t into girls, and as far as she knows, Lauren isn’t too. She just feels some sort of a connection with Lauren, like they’re always on the same wavelength.

The next year though, it was very different, to say the least. For one, Lauren was no longer her classmates. Like, at all. In fact, she was on a different building from Camila’s classes. She should’ve seen this coming though, especially since she got lucky the year prior. The universe likes to fuck people up by giving them hope, only to disappoint them after they’re in Cloud 9.

Okay, well, at least Camila still had break and lunch with her right?

WRONG.

At the very beginning, they did hang out. But just like any normal friendship, they didn’t have time for each other anymore.

Well, that was quite dishonest if you ask me.

It was more like Lauren didn’t have time for Camila anymore, especially since Lauren got in the same classes with Alexa, making them bestfriends after only a month of being classmates. That sort of sucked for Camila because she had grown attached to Lauren. I mean, a year and a half of being together and basically inseparable, it’s hard not to.

To Lauren though, she thought that she did nothing wrong. Because to her, Camila was just another girl from her class.

So yeah. It sucked but whatever.

Lauren even started dating someone from Camila’s class, Brad Simpson. Quite attractive, Camila figures.

At one point, she actually tried to be his wingwoman.

Brad knows how close Lauren and Camila were once upon a time and one day, he came up to her and asked about Lauren. He seemed genuine about how he feels for Lauren, so she decided to give him a helping hand.

A mistake on her part.

She went to Lauren during lunch one time and she said nothing but good things about Brad, hoping that she’d buy all that crap.

And she did.

They went out and started dating. Again, everyone envied their relationship and to Camila, even if it kinda sucked, she was happy that they were happy.

Why it sucked? Well, they never really thanked Camila or anything to show gratitude about setting each other up.

But Camila’s not that petty, she really didn’t expect anything.

So fast forward to High School.

Oddly enough, Lauren, Brad, Alexa and I went to the same school. But still, Camila wasn’t lucky enough to be in the same class as her again.

Brad and her even stayed together through their high school years. Until the day before their senior year start that is.

This is when it gets sorta depressing.

Camila never really knew how their relationship were like. So she lacked the details and she might mess up a few storyline. And yeah, fun fact; this is based on true events.

So, some time during Christmas, Lauren and Brad had a huge fight. And when Lauren’s mad, she tends to say (aggressive) things that she doesn’t really mean. And well, needless to say, she said pretty mean things to Brad.

He took it to the heart and eventually broke it off on text. Yes, on text. Not even a phone call goddamn.

The sad thing was, she got too attached to him already. And they’ve been together for fairly a long time for someone so young. It almost felt like forever to her.

That was what she thought. She thought they were gonna last forever.

Unfortunately, when something doesn’t go her way, she gets sad. The kind of sad that makes you wanna hug her until she’s happy again, no matter how long it takes.

Of course, Camila didn’t know how bad their break up at firs, it wasn’t like they were close that time, so she assumed that Lauren was fine.

What she found later though, it was the opposite.

In New Year’s Eve, Brad went to a party while Lauren was bawling her eyes out in her room. She saw him drinking and partying and flirting with other girls through a video her friend sent.

Trigger warning… She eventually got depressed that night and cut her wrist with a razor.

That’s not the worst part though. What’s worse was the fact that she actually took a picture and send them to Brad.

No.

Actually, the worst part was the fact that Brad showed the picture to his friends. How she knew? His friends actually texted her and asked if she was okay. Brad, however, told her to stop it. He told her to stop trying to make him pity her.

(When Camila heard this, she regretted ever trying to play matchmaker with the two)

So of course, what Brad said stung Lauren and it only made her more depressed. She barely ate. She stayed at home, juggling between crying and sleeping in her room. She wasn’t as social as she had gotten during the first few years in High School.

She was a big ball of mess.

Alexa, her so called bestfriend, was never there for her. In fact, she actually sided with Brad, saying that even if she and Lauren are friends, Brad is still her friend too. Which is totally malarkey because the only thing mutual they had was basketball.

Camila hasn’t even seen them talk.

It was just the fact that Brad was popular and Alexa have an obsession with climbing up the ladder, not caring about who she steps on along the way.

So while Lauren was blamed for their breakup, Brad was given the crown for ‘trying’ to stay 'cordial’ with Lauren (fun fact; she never told anyone except for Camila about what he said to her that night). Why she was blamed, you ask? Well, it was originally because of that one simple slip up on Lauren’s part about how stupid Brad is. Only that it had more colorful vocabulary than that.

Through senior year, Brad eventually got a new girl and Lauren was still struggling to look happy for her friends, not wanting to seem like a downer to them. (Seriously, what kind of friends are they?)

Senior prom came and Lauren got asked by Brad’s best friend, James. She reluctantly said yes at first, but she thought, 'Hey!! Why the fuck not?’ So after a few days, she gave in and they actually started talking.

But sadly, Lauren and dating never really go well, do they?

She found out that James was talking to another girl and they fought. James broke it off just a few days before prom and asked a different girl, a girl that Brad was dating no less, as his date.

James’ date was stupid to accept James and not Brad honestly, seeing as Brad was the one she’s dating with at that time. Wait, you know what? I’m bitter, it’s just plain stupid of her to say yes to any of them.

So Lauren, once again, got fucked over by two douches. But she’s hopeful. Too fucking hopeful.

Brad was baffled too. His bestfriend literally went under his nose and got the girl he was in midst of courting.

So he made a ridiculous plan. A plan that included Lauren. He asked Lauren if he wanted to go fuck James over by going to prom together.

She said yes.

And there they went, Lauren looking beautiful in a blue dress while Brad wore a matching tie, surprising everyone at the event.

Camila was also surprised, even if she wasn’t there. (Camila actually had a date and she sort of canceled on him last minute)

After prom, Lauren and Brad started talking again. And Lauren was stupid enough to think that it might work out again.

A few months later, college days came.

Coincidentally, Camila and Lauren went to the same college, Lauren bringing Brad with her.

And that was how their friendship starts to blossom once more.

During orientation, they sat next to each other and just talked and laughed together, mocking everything the people did on stage. They also started to go out together. (Of course, Brad was there and Camila became the professional Third Wheeler)

One time, they went to this resort, only to find out that it costs more than their budget. So since they couldn’t stay there, they opted to at least watch the sunset before they go, only to groan in frustration when rain started pouring down at the same time they sat down.

It was quite a shitty day for all of them, but Camila wouldn’t trade that memory for anything. Lauren looks cute when she whines.

((And it wasn’t like Camila was lonely. Actually, she started dating quite a lot of guys since they started going to college. But unfortunately, no one really caught her eye to make her stay))

Camila and Lauren, once again, became inseparable.

And through those first few months, nothing really sparked Camila’s feelings towards Lauren.

Well… actually, one time, Lauren stripped to her underwear when she was in the same room and it did make Camila internally gasp as she subtly watched her through the corner of her eyes.

But that was about it, Camila felt nothing towards Lauren. And maybe the fact that Brad and Lauren were always attached helped her a bit.

Until, of course, Brad decided to move to U.K. to study there.

It broke Lauren into pieces, but this time, Camila was there for Lauren.

Camila was there when Lauren ranted about how much it hurt.

Camila was there when Lauren got depressed. But before she did anything, Camila is already outside her door with fastfood and Ben & Jerry’s on her hands.

And since Lauren and Brad already broke up, her friendship with Camila got tighter. (It’s not that it wasn’t at first, it’s just that Lauren had to share her attention to two of her favorite people before that. And now, it’s solely on Camila)

After class, either Lauren or Camila would drag the other to watch a movie together. Just the two of them.

One of the memorable one was this Korean zombie movie. Camila complained about how she’s not up for reading subtitles throughout the movie. But Lauren gave her one puppy look and Camila melted.

Camila also hates ghost movie and she promised herself to never ever watch it. But alas, Lauren made her change her mind.

Yeah, Camila becomes a weak ass bitch when it comes to Lauren. Or you know… whipped.

So okay, everything was fine and dandy as Camila and Lauren battled college education together, studying (more like gossiping) in a local cafe when their exams are around the corner, eating junk food in Lauren’s apartment when the both of them are free. They practically did everything together.

But what Camila never really noticed (or she does but refuses to acknowledge it at first) was the fact that she might have felt something for Lauren. Something that isn’t platonic.

That didn’t last long though.

She first noticed that something was different when she slept over at Lauren’s one time. They just finished watching The Notebook and were lying idly on the bed. The 1975 were playing in the background as they stared at the ceiling, a comfortable silence encapsulating both girls.

It might be nothing, they’ve done it countless times after all. But something about the sudden intimate atmosphere made Camila notice just how much she loves doing this with Lauren.

She then realize that she wouldn’t mind spending all her life with Lauren like this.

Inevitably, she began to question why all she needs is Lauren. All her life, she had always wanted a romantic partner to accompany her as she grows up, but why does Lauren makes her feel… complete.

And that’s when she begin to register that maybe she wants that so called romantic partner to be Lauren.

Of course, being in denial, she shrugs it off at first.

But ever since that thought crossed her mind, there is this nagging voice at the back of her mind everytime she gets close to Lauren. It was like her mind, body and heart subconsciously want Lauren.

She starts pictures having dates with Lauren. She starts imagining how it would feel to kiss Lauren. She starts to think about how it would be living with Lauren 10 years later, doing domestic stuff at home like cooking and cleaning. She even begin to envisage Lauren walking at the altar towards her.

She realizes that she wants Lauren, not just as a friend.

And it scared her. There she is, 18, and turning 19 soon, when she found out that she might be falling for her bestfriend.

Another fun fact; Camila likes to run away from her problems.

So quite inevitably, she ran. Not literally of course, she doesn’t wanna fall just yet. But she starts to distance herself from Lauren. Not quite far, but enough for Lauren to make new friends.

Being the greatest friend that Lauren is though, she introduced them to Camila.

And gradually, they subconsciously formed a group amongst themselves. Lauren, Camila, Dinah, Ally and Normani.

But still, no one could beat Lauren and Camila, and that made Camila glad. At least she didn’t push her too far.

Camila eventually got comfortable with Lauren again later that year.

That wasn’t the only thing that changed though.

Lauren also started dating this rich prick, Noah. Noah was in her Art class and one day, he asked if she wanted to go out. Seeing nothing wrong with him, she accepted it.

Don’t worry though, her heart by then was guarded with millions and millions of bricks.

And ironically, that was epitome of their relationship problems.

She never really opened up to him like she should and it frustrates Noah to no end. Then, everything seems to trigger him. Like the fact that she always cancels their plans to go out with Camila. Or the fact that Lauren has a lot of guy friends. Or even the fact that she never really introduced him to her friends.

Can’t really blame him though, it’s true.

(Of course, Camila knew everything about their relationship. But the other girls.. they knew nothing of him, just that they were dating.)

While they were having problems, Camila was able to suppress whatever she was feeling towards the green eyed girl.

Barely.

Being the naturally possessive girl that she is, she starts to claim Lauren. Subtly, of course.

It starts from holding hands with Lauren as they three walk around campus. Then, it escalated to Camila claiming the seat next to Lauren everytime they all have lunch (Lauren always brings Camila to their date, for some reason). She does everything Lauren wants; giving her flowers whenever she finds them, knowing just how much Lauren loves a single rose instead of a bouquet (she chokes back a laugh everytime Noah brings Lauren flowers). She also knows that Lauren hates chocolate and with that, she couldn’t hold back the laugh bubbling on her throat when she sees Lauren’s nose scrunches subtly when he gave her just that.

“Why are you laughing?” Noah asks Camila with an annoyed tone.

“Nothing.. Its just that.. You know that Lauren doesn’t like chocolate right?” Camila says mid-laugh.

Noah looks back at Lauren expectantly and was irrevocably humiliated when he sees Lauren nod hesitantly.

Needless to say, they had quite an interesting screaming contest when he called her that night. What he didn’t know was that Camila heard everything he said to her.

It made her pissed but she couldn’t do anything.

But all that was temporary. After some time, she realizes that she couldn’t destroy their relationship. What she was doing was selfish and despite how shitty he is, he does make Lauren happy sometimes.

So she also started dating to this guy, Austin. If she can’t get the person she wants, why not move on and date a guy she assumes is the best for her.

Get ready to more confused, probably.

She first met him through a mutual friend’s birthday party, Zara Larsson.

The two immediately hit it off since they kind of have the same kind of humor. He was dorky and playful and it made Camila feel like someone finally gets her.

Don’t get her wrong, she knows for a fact that Lauren gets her. Its just that its mostly because they’re used to each other. In fact, in more ways than one, they’re quite different. But their kind of different is a positive one because they complete each other. What Lauren lacks, Camila fills and vice versa.

(Lauren, frankly, lacks sympathy while Camila has more to a fault. Camila teaches Lauren to take people’s feelings into account while Lauren teaches Camila to not let everyone in because most people are shit)

Theyre kind of like Yin Yang in a way. Or you know, the moon and the sun.

Anyway, Austin was nice and that definitely helped Camila’s decision to try dating him.

When they first interacted, Lauren was there. She saw how Austin was basically attached to Camila throughout the night. Like, one time, when they were all in the dining room, Austin actually came up to Camila and sat on the same chair she was sitting on.

While Camila send him a inquisitive look, he shrugs and smiles.

“There aren’t any more chairs to sit on,” he said.

“There’s a chair beside me Austin,” Dinah pointed out.

And if Camila looked at the right person clearly that time, she could’ve seen the person she’s in love with sigh in relief when Austin was basically forced to sit on the vacant chair.

But it didn’t mean that Camila wasn’t looking at Lauren. Hell, she probably looked at her more that a bestfriend should. She was always there next to Lauren, she remembers listening to Lauren laugh when she whined as her drink spilled because she danced around Lauren a tad bit much. She remembers Lauren dragging her to the toilet because she felt like it (she didn’t even pee).

But that night was apparently a long one. Because even if they were attached, Camila still had time to be singing in the karaoke room with Austin. She remembers walking to a vacant couch at a secluded area and Austin following after her (even if there were millions of seats he could sit on. Thats how she knows that Austin was somewhat interested in her). She remembers singing All My Life by K-Ci and Jojo with Austin and him looking at her as he sang. She remembers that it was pretty cliché and very High School Musical of them.

Two days after the party, Camila received a text from a random number in midst of texting Lauren.

(Camila was sending her this cute ass joke that made Lauren laugh harder than she should.)

Unknown [7.03pm]: Hey, it’s Austin. Ummm, from Zara’s birthday party.

Unknown [7.03pm]: I got your number from her. I hope thats okay?

Unknown [7.04pm]: I was just wondering if you want to go out with me sometime.

After she reads the text thoroughly for 10 minutes, she does the thing any normal girl does.

She asks her bestfriend.

Camz [7.16pm]: Remember that dude that sat next to me in the dining room for a sec?

Laur [7.20pm]: Yeah… Why?

Camz [7.22pm]: Well, he texted me.

Camila waited for a reply from Lauren, and she could see that bubble popping in and out when she did. But the text never came after ten minutes. Camila got tired of waiting so she called Lauren instead.

“Laur, what should I do?”

“Why are you asking me? He’s your problem, not mine,” Lauren says sharply, making Camila frown immediately at her shift in mood. Lauren seemed happy when they were texting.

“Are you okay?” Camila asks, and Lauren sighs defeatedly.

There were shuffling sounds before Lauren answers. “Nothing, Noah’s just pissing me off.”

“Oh,” Camila say, buying the excuse immediately. Though she was just hoping that Lauren was annoyed at the idea of Austin and her and little did she know that it was completely why.

(The difference between Austin and the rest of the guys she temporarily dated was the fact that Austin was the first guy Lauren knows Camila was mildly interested in after Brad left to go to UK.)

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Camila asks.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing you don’t already know,” she answers dismissively. Camila didn’t question it because she knows that Noah and Lauren always argues about the same thing.

“Okay well, since you clearly don’t wanna talk about him, what do you think I should do with Austin?”

Camila swears she can feel Lauren’s eye rolls through the call.

“What do you want?” Lauren asks. Camila could hear how strained her voice is, but she decides to not point it out since she doesn’t want to push her buttons.

“I don’t know. What do you think?” Maybe, Camila wants Lauren to convince her to not to associate herself with him. (And maybe admit that she wants Camila like she wants the older girl, but Camila shakes that thought off fast since she thought it was impossible)

“I don’t know Camila,” Lauren replies. Camila knows that she only says her actual name when she’s unhappy with her, “I mean, it’s not like you have feelings for somebody else, right?”

“Well… Um…,” Camila stutters, caught off guard with the question. “No.”

“Then why not?”

She hung up immediately after. And to say that Camila was hurt would be an understatement.

What she thought was that Lauren didn’t care about her. Not enough to talk about her current predicament with Austin. She’s been with Lauren through thick and thin. She had even gone as far as to drive her around in the middle of the night when she was sleepy as fuck because Lauren couldn’t sleep and was still hung up on Brad.

Anything that Lauren has a problem with, especially in terms of boys, Camila was always there to try to give her unbiased opinions, even if it kinda killed Camila a little bit.

She’s also selfless when it comes to Lauren’s happiness. For example, during Lauren’s birthday, she actually had a plan to surprise Lauren but last minute, she received a call from Noah that he already had a plan for her. Camila accepted defeat and took down everything she did. She even went as far as to help him surprise her.

Even if it hurt her.

Hell, she even canceled on a date she had with this random dude because Lauren wanted to watch a movie with her.

And now that she has something a dilemma she wants to fix, Lauren hung up on her.

It just sucks. So fucking bad.

At that time, she feels like Lauren doesn’t care about Camila like she does for her. Not gonna lie, even if it was improbable, Camila still lowkey hoped that Lauren has feelings for her, even if it was only a fragment of she feels for the older girl. But that idea was soon out the window and so, she accepted Austin’s proposal and they went on a date.

He was really sweet. They went on this Cuban restaurant and he did everything a normal gentleman would. They even walked around the streets for a couple of hours to talk about nonsensical things after dinner.

And for once in a million years, Camila finally felt like she could open up to someone romantically again.

So she went on a couple more dates with him.

Lauren… Lauren was somewhere. She sort of dropped from the face of the earth and if sort of made Camila worried.

Actually, she was more than worried.

She texted a couple times, only to receive nothing in return.

Just when she was walking to her car in campus, planning on going to Lauren to check up on her, she saw her walking with Noah with their hands intertwined and a huge smile plastered on both their faces.

It further aggravated Camila. While Camila was worried sick, Lauren was happy and having fun with Noah. She didn’t even bother trying to reply an “I’m okay” to her.

(And maybe, just maybe, she hated the fact that Lauren looked happy without her)

She wanted to talk to Lauren, but she didn’t want to cause a scene so she decided to wait for Lauren outside her apartment building.

You might be asking why Lauren has an apartment to herself and why Camila’s not actually living with her. It was actually because she already paid for my dorm room and she didn’t know that Lauren actually rented an apartment for the both of them.

She did say that Camila should make good use of the dorm that she paid for for a year and only then, she could move in with her. I mean, she didn’t oppose if Camila moved in early, but the campus didn’t accept refunds and the least Camila could do was try to stay there for her parents.

Camila waited for around two hours or so before she saw Noah’s sports car (he’s so flashy it’s annoying) stop in front of the building. Camila should’ve opted on texting her so she didn’t have to wait that long, but I guess she needed time to recollect her thoughts.

When Lauren climbed out of the car (he didn’t even get out of the car and open the door for her), her gaze immediately fell to Camila and to say that she was surprised would be an understatement.

“Cam-”

“I wanna talk to you,” Camila cut her off.

“Um, yeah sure. Hold on.” She turned around and waved at Noah before he drove off. “Let’s go up first.”

They rode up the elevator and into her home in silence, not sure of what to say. Camila wanted to talk about why Lauren seems to avoid her while Lauren didn’t want to talk at all, period.

But apparently, Lauren’s wish wasn’t granted when Camila asked her what’s going on the second they walked inside.

And Lauren being Lauren, she didn’t give in immediately.

“Lauren please, what’s going on? Did I do something wrong? I’m really sorry if I did. I just really miss you Laur.” Camila practically begged.

“It’s nothing about what you did. I promise. It’s just that I needed time to think about stuff and it just… I don’t know Camz. But I promise it’s not about what you did.”

“Do you wanna talk about it? You know, whatever it is that’s going on in your head.”

But for the first time, Lauren didn’t want to open up to her. And it bothered the brown eyed girl to no end.

But at least Lauren had the decency to try to divert the topic and just like that, it was enough to distract Camila from the tangible tension between the two.

And so they’re back to normal.

Only now, Lauren has Noah and Camila has Austin.

You see, Camila isn’t an oblivious girl like Lauren is in typical Camren fics. She knows that something’s going on in Lauren’s head.

Like, she knows that Lauren is annoyed whenever Camila starts talking about Austin. She also knows that Lauren hates it when Camila has to raincheck their plans because she already made one with Austin. Anything related to Austin just pisses Lauren off.

She is also almost certain that Lauren hates Austin.

But she doesn’t know why she does. She doesn’t know why Lauren always clings on Camila almost everytime now and when Austin is there, she doesn’t know why Lauren suddenly has somewhere to go or something to do.

Okay, so maybe Camila is a little bit oblivious. But hey, it’s kind of refreshing in a way, isn’t it? I’m putting an end on Lauren’s oblivious streak.

Anyway, Lauren had gotten quite hot and cold with Camila lately.

It gets weirder though.

Sometime in August, they were calling to check up on each other and Lauren pointed out that she doesn’t like it when Camila calls her by her name.

“I hate it when you call me Lauren or Laur.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, it seems too formal. Like we’re close, why call me by my name?”

“But the girls call you by your name,” Camila reasoned.

“I know.. But you’re you. And they’re them. You’re different from them.”

“How?”

“I don’t know Camz.. I just don’t like it when you call me by my name.”

“Well, what do you wanna be called then?” Camila asked.

Lauren pauses.

“Baby,” she said cheekily, even giggling towards the end.

“What?” Camila said, a bit baffled.

“Baby, I want you to call me baby.”

“Why?”

“Cause I like it. It sounds cute. So why not?”

“Uhh..” Camila trailed off, not really convinced that she was serious. But for the heck of it, she said, “right, sure.”

“Say my name,” Lauren said suddenly.

“Uh- What?”

“Say my name.”

“Lauren?”

“No, not that. Say my name.”

“Umm.. Baby?”

Lauren giggled again when she heard Camila say it.

“Yes baby?” Lauren replied.

“You’re acting strange, but okay,” Camila deflected, a little bit uncomfortable. Sure, then flirting is a common occurrence, but this is just… weird. It’s making Camila’s heart beat faster than when Austin calls her baby. It’s making her stomach hurl because the butterflies are just flapping around the small space in her abdomen.

The next day, she didn’t think that Lauren would remember the conversation they had prior.

The girls, along with Ally, Dinah and Normani, had decided to have a study session in Starbucks after lunch.

Austin wanted to go out too that same day so Camila compromised by having lunch with him first then study with the girls after.

But then, she sort of lost track of time a bit and Camila realized that she was really late at the end of the lunch date.

So she opted to text Lauren.

Camz [3.52pm]: are you there already?

Laur [3.54pm]: I was, but since you’re not here yet, I decided to go home to change.

Laur [3.54pm]: I miss you :(

Camz [3.55pm]: Hehehehe, I miss you too.

Camz [3.56pm]: I’m on my way there though.

Laur [3.59pm]: Alright, Ill be there soon.

Again, it’s not that they’ve never flirted before. In fact, they do it so much that at one point, the three girls have asked them whether they were together or not.

They even joked about how hot they would be if they were 'lesbian-ing together.’ Their words not mine.

So the fact that Lauren just said that she missed her shouldn’t make Camila feel weird. But it does. Her heart did somersaults while the butterflies in her stomach for the same thing the day before.

30 minutes after Camila settled down and Lauren walked in with the brightest smile she has ever seen.

“Camziii,” she squealed, putting down her books to the table and hugged her.

“Lauren.”

“Wait, that wasn’t what you promised,” Lauren teased.

“Promised what?” Dinah decided to butt in, looking at both girls expectantly.

“I asked her to call me baby last night,” Lauren replied, her confidence unwavering. My heart started speeding up when she had confirmed it once again.

“Yeah, well then, hi baby..” Camila said awkwardly as she hugged Lauren again, still confused at what was happening with her bestfriend.

She just giggled in response and sat across from Camila.

That wasn’t the only weird situation Camila was put in that day. That same fateful night, Lauren asked something weird.

“If you were lesbian, would you stay in the closet?”

“Come again?” The pen cap Camila was biting prior flew out of her mouth. She thought she wasn’t hearing Lauren correctly.

“If you liked girls, would you stay in the closet?” The raven haired girl said slowly, making Camila’s eyes grow bigger.

“Oh.. Uhh.. Would you?”

“No.. Yes.. Honestly, I don’t really know.”

“Well, umm, I don’t think I’d hide my relationship. I think I’d actually flaunt her in front of everyone.”

Lauren smiled in response.

“If you could date any girl in your class, who’d you date?” Lauren inquired once more.

You, Camila thought. “Oh. Umm.. I can’t think of anyone right now. You?”

“Probably Ashley, she’s so artistic. It’d be cool.”

Literally, Camila could hear her heart breaking when Lauren said it. There goes her hope again.

Nothing weird really happened that week. And honestly, I don’t think Camila could handle it if Lauren were to continue whatever game she was playing.

The next few weeks, Lauren and Camila started being normal again. Maybe not normal like how usual bestfriends are, considering the tension, but it’s their kind of normal and that’s all that matters. They even continued on talking about boys again.

And then, she broke up with Noah.

That’s when shit started getting weirder between Lauren and Camila.

When Camila asked her why they broke up, Lauren vaguely answered the fact that she didn’t make time for him, and he got tired of it. (He actually noticed just how close Camila and Lauren were and he hates being out second)

Camila bought it.

Then, one time at lunch, the 5 girls went to this restaurant and they were getting quite rowdy.

Normani pointed out that she misses making out and that she’s desperate to find a companion.

“Since you miss making out so much, why don’t you make out with me?” Camila flirted with a wink.

That time, she and Lauren were holding hands under the table, and she could feel Lauren’s grasp getting firmer.

“I love you Mila, but I’d rather kiss Lauren.”

“Sori Mani, I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last person on earth.”

Normani gasped and playfully threw a napkin to Lauren.

But the fact that Normani wouldn’t kiss her offended Camila, she pouted throughout the lunch time, not caring about what they were talking because she was disappointed. And that her ego was greatly bruised.

The desperate didn’t even want her, she thought.

Lauren saw Camila’s shift in mood and squeezed her hand to gain her attention.

“I’d kiss you Camz..” She whispered, making Camila’s body tingle with anticipation.

But lol, Camila was still with Austin.

A few days later, when Camila told Lauren about how she almost did it with Austin, Lauren literally said that she couldn’t handle looking at Camila and went off, leaving Camila alone.

Shits like that kept happening until at one point, Camila felt like she needed to talk to her about it. She was just so fed up with how Lauren was acting.

Even Austin mentioned about how flirty Lauren is to Camila. He asked her if Lauren was into girls or not. Camila asks why he’d think that and he said that he’s almost sure that the gazes Lauren throws at Camila was love.

Camila didn’t believe him.

Eventually, it caused them to argue. Camila argued that Austin was irrationally jealous and he got pretty pissed about that.

Then, they argued at the fact that Camila always sided with the raven haired girl if Lauren and Austin had were fighting.

Austin eventually gave Camila an ultimatum; Austin or Lauren. And Camila almost laughed when he asked that. Just thinking of choosing him over Lauren made her stomach hurl.

So they broke up after 5 months of dating.

And just then, Camila finally moved in with Lauren.

Throughout the week after Camila and Austin broke up, Lauren did the same thing Camila did to her after Brad. She brought back food and Ben & Jerry’s as Camila got sad over her break up.

(She wasn’t really sad, she just liked the attention Lauren was giving her)

Everything turned back to normal after. Camila being tortured by Lauren’s indirects and flirty comments.

And it throws Camila on a loop.

One minute, Lauren is talking about this cute guy she saw somewhere, the next she’s cuddling and saying cute shit like how she wants to live with Camila forever.

She was convinced that Lauren was playing with her heart. She thinks that Lauren knows how she has feelings for her, and now she’s just having fun toying her around.

So she decided that enough was enough.

“Laure-”

“Say my name,” Lauren cut Camila off with a smirk.

“Lauren.” Camila stood her ground. “What is going on with you?”

“Whatever do you mean?” She finally saw how serious the younger girl was and stopped reading the book that was on her lap.

“What’s going on with you?”

“What did I do?”

“You.. excessively flirting with me. What’s up with that?”

“I-” Lauren started. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do. I know you’re doing this on purpose. I know that you know that I have feelings for you. But you don’t ha-”

“Wait. Wait what?” Lauren perked up.

“I know you’re doing this on purpose?”

“No the one after that.”

“You don’t have to toy with my heart?” Camila asked questioningly, not sure where Lauren is getting at.

“No… no. Before that,” Lauren stood up then, walking over to Camila. Not that close, but close enough to hear Camila’s gulp.

“I have feelings for you.”

“Oh my God,” Lauren immediately wrapped her arms around Camila and hugged her for dear life.

“I’ve wanted to hear that since forever Camz.”

“Wait what? Really? When?”

“Uhh, I’m not so sure really. But after Brad, you were just so sweet to me and I couldn’t help but fall for you.”

“Hey hey now. No one talked about falling here,” Camila smirked. “I didn’t say that.”

Lauren laughed and she grabbed Camila’s face with her two hands, immediately planting a kiss on her mouth.

“I like you Camz,” The older girl admitted.

“I like you too Laure-”

“Ah! Say my name.” Lauren cut her off once more, the most cocky smirk plastered on her face.

Camila playfully sighed. “I like you too baby…”

Lauren immediately squealed and kissed Camila.

Finally, after years of trials and error, Lauren finally found the perfect guy for her. Only that it wasn’t a guy.

Sure, Lauren had her fair share of dating stupid boys. But needless to say, she wouldn’t change anything if it meant that she’d end up with Camila in the end.

And yeah, sure, there are still many things about Camila that they don’t understand, but at least now she can be sure of one thing.

It’s the fact that she’s not straight.

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A/N

Lol. Idk.

I rushed the ending. Sors. But tell me what you think about the two.

It’s somewhat based on true story.

#UPDATE #one shot #AU #trigger warning #camren #humour #romance fluff #submission #We Might Be Like Spaghetti

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