#and riverdale warriors that think cheryl should have killed more

[mean-vampyre]

Pal my friend cheryl blossom did that and more, and she did it unprovoked because she is #1 lesbian

[fanfics4all]

I’ll Protect You: Part 2

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Jughead Jones x Andrews!Reader

Word count: 2393

Warnings: A few curses

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I walked downstairs because I couldn’t sleep, every time I close my eyes all I can see are those green eyes. I was going to make myself a cup of tea but I found a sleeping Archie sitting on a box with a baseball bat.

“Arch?” I gently shake him and he instantly holds the bat up.

“Hey, It’s just me!” I said putting my hands up.  

“Y/N? Sorry.” He said and put the bat down.

“What are you doing up Arch?” I asked walking into the kitchen.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said following me.

“I couldn’t sleep, I was going to make a cup of tea. All I can see are those eyes…” I sigh. Archie hugged me.

“I’m going to protect you and dad.” He said.

“Is that why you’re up?” I asked and he nodded. Before I could tell him how he needs sleep we heard footsteps coming towards our back door. Archie grabbed the bat and pushed me behind him, he slowly made his way to the door when Jughead opened it walking in.

“Whoa, whoa!” Jug said putting his hands up.

“Jughead, are you insane?” Archie asked putting the bat down again.

“Hey, you’re the one that looks like a Dream Warrior from Nightmare on Elm Street 3.” Jug said sitting down, I sat next to him.

“What’d the lawyer say?” I asked and he sighed.

“I’ve been walking around all night trying to wrap my head around how bad it is. It’s bad. My dad is facing 20 years…” He said and I warped my arm around him just to give him some form of comfort.

“Crap, Jughead, I’m sorry. That sucks.” Archie said.

“The lawyer thinks he should take the deal and that if he doesn’t, and the case goes to trial, he could be facing 40 years.” Jughead’s voice trembled a bit.

“I’m just really, really scared.” I could tell Jug was holding back tears. He stayed the night, in Archie’s room of course. The next morning I got dressed in a gray sweatshirt, jeans, high tops, and a necklace. I wasn’t really in the mood to put effort into today so I didn’t put makeup on. 

The three of us walked to school and went to class. We were all sitting in class waiting for the teacher when Principal Weatherbee walked in.

“May I have everyone’s attention? I have some tragic news to share.” He said. A few students looked at each other and there were a few whispers.

“Ms. Grundy, who was a teacher here last semester, was found murdered in her Greendale home last night.” He said. I looked at Archie and I knew this was going to be hard for him.

“I know some of you were students of hers, and that this news will be difficult to process.” Archie got up and rushed out the room. I got up and followed him I knew he was going home. I sat in the living room with my dad and Archie pacing around.

“First, you get shot. Then, Ms. Grundy is murdered. All within a matter of days. Dad what if some crazy person is going after the people I care about?” Archie stopped pacing and stared at us.

“What? You think I’m nuts?” He asked.

“No son, I think you’re scared. Understandably so. Truth is, we don’t know anything about what happened to Ms. Grundy.” Dad said.

“She’s dead, She was killed! Right across Sweetwater River!” Archie shouted.

“I know. It was a horrible thing.” Dad said with a sigh.

“Dad’s right Arch, we don’t know what happened to her, It could be totally unrelated.” I said. I knew the odds of this being unrelated were slim and that Archie was probably right. Archie sighed and walked off. I spent the rest of the night doing my homework and try ignoring what was happening.

Jug called me that night telling me about his plan to get Cheryl and her mother to testify for leniency. He asked me to come with him and I obviously agreed.

“It’s not exactly downsizing, is it?” He said as we walked up to the house.

“Hobo. Y/N. Welcome to Thistlehouse.” Cheryl said as we entered the house.

“Mother’s in the conservatory. Follow me.” She said. We all sat down at a large table and to say it was a bit uncomfortable was an understatement.

“Thank you for sitting down with us.” I said.

“Of course, Y/N.” Cheryl smiled.

“Okay, so the reason we’re here…” Jughead started.

“FP’s lawyer thinks that if the of the victim shows mercy-”

“Mercy. That’s why you’re here.” Mrs. Blossom cut me off.

“Well, it’s an appeal for leniency, from you.” Jughead said looking at both Mrs. Blossom and Cheryl.

“To reduce my dad’s sentence.” Jug finished.

“Where was your father’s mercy when I spent those countless nights walking the halls of Thornhill in agony, obsessing over what happened to Jay-Jay? Imagining the worst. Where was your father’s mercy when I slept under the same roof as a cold-blooded killer, night after night.” Cheryl said cutting Jug off.

“Cheryl, FP didn’t kill Jason. Okay? That was your dad. You saw the video.” I pointed out.

“If it were up to me, I’d watch FP fry in the electric chair.” Mrs. Blossom said.

“We need this sordid chapter closed forever, and FP is the last loose end to tie up.” Cheryl raised her voice.

“I will not have a living, breathing reminder of the darkest chapter of my life walking the streets of Riverdale.” She finished. There was no use in convincing them so we left.

“What do we do now that Cheryl’s gone all Poison Ivy?” I asked as we walked away from the house.

“Blackmail. Extortion. If they weren’t literally an orphan and a widow, I would do it.” Jughead sighed. I have to help him out, I have to help FP out. I know FP and I know he’s not a bad guy, he doesn’t deserve this.

The two of us went home and I went to bed. The next morning I got up and got dressed. I decided to put in a little more effort today. I put on a band tank top, black jeans, a plaid jacket, black beanie, and a cute pair of shoes. Archie and I walked to school and everything was normal.

The school day had ended, and cheer practice had ended as well; I knew Cheryl always stayed late so I went to the locker room. I shut the door causing Cheryl to turn around startled.

“Give a girl a warning will you?” She said tossing a mirror in her locker.

“You want closure, Cheryl?” I asked walking closer to her.

“I want to help my boyfriend’s dad.” I said.

“I already told you-”

“And I’m telling you to help FP or-”

“Or what?” She cut me off.

“Or I wide-release the video of your father shooting Jason.” I smirked.

“Try having closure with that out in the world.” I said. Wow I’m horrible right now… It’s for Jughead. It’s for Jughead.

“I thought you gave the damned thumb drive to Sheriff Keller?” She said nervously.

“No, not before I saved a copy onto Jughead’s laptop.” I moved in a bit closer.

“One click, and the darkest chapter of your family’s twisted psychodrama becomes a viral sensation.” I said.

“Are you threatening me?” Cheryl asked shocked.

“This? No this is just fun girl talk.” I smiled.

“You could save a man’s life. Think about it, a nice end to a sad story.” I said and Cheryl contemplated for a second.

“If I testify, you’re giving me that video. And a guarantee that any and all copies in your possession will be erased.” She said.

“You have my word.” I said and turned to walk away but turned back.

“Oh, and you let Betty have the Vixens for Retro Night.” I added.

“You’re a stone cold bitch Y/N Andrews.” Cheryl smirked and I left.

It was the day of the trial and I was sitting next to Jughead watching as Cheryl talked.

 “Ms. Blossom, you may proceed with your statement.” The judge said.

“Your Honor, I speak for myself and my mother when I say we forgive FP Jones for the part he played in covering my brother’s murder, we humbly ask the court for leniency. FP’s guilt has been blown out of proportion to satiate what my father’s suicide denied us…closure.”Cheryl said.

“As much as I sympathize, I can’t ignore the quality of Mr. Jones’ crimes. There were no extenuating circumstances.” The judge said. Cheryl thought for a second and I raised an eyebrow at her.

“My father threatened him.” She said quickly.

“I overheard them talking in daddy’s study. Daddy said he would hurt Jughead if FP didn’t comply.” Everyone stared at her shocked.

“Is that extenuating enough?” She asked.

“In light of these revelations, I suggest that we take a step back and reevaluate certain aspects of the case. At which time, we will revisit the sentencing. Adjourned.” Everyone gathered their things and FP turned around making Jug stand up.

“Is that a win?” FP asked.

“It’s a delay. So yeah.” Jughead said. I smiled as the two of them hugged.

Jughead was at Pop’s trying to save the dinner, I want to be there to help but I don’t know if I can go back there. I was sitting in my room working on homework when Archie came in.

“Hey, sis.” He said.

“Hey Arch, what’s up?” I asked.

“Do you…do you maybe want to go to Pop’s with me? I feel bad not being there to help out.” I was shocked.

“Arch, I don’t know. I mean I really want to go but I don’t know if I can.” I said with a sigh.

“Neither do I but maybe if we go together it won’t be as bad?” He said. I thought about it, I mean we shouldn’t let one terrible thing ruin our favorite spot right?

“Okay.” I said. I grabbed my jacket and walked to Archie.

“Let’s go.” He smiled.

We walked to Pop’s and when we got there the Pussycats were on the roof singing ‘Milkshake’. I smiled a bit, it was a cringy song but it fits so perfectly with the cause. We walked in and Veronica greeted us.

“Hey Daddy-O” She smiled at Archie.

“Y/N, Jug is over there.” She said. I smiled and walked behind the counter to hug him.

“Hey, Juggie.” I said.

“Hey Y/N/N, I didn’t think you’d be coming tonight.” He said with a smile.

“I wasn’t, but Archie wanted to and thought it’d be easier if I went as well.” I answered.

“Well, I’m glad you showed up.” He smiled and kissed me.

“Ugh, you two are like chimps in captivity, grooming and picking lice off each other.” Cheryl said. We pulled away and looked at Cheryl who sat down in front of us.

“Hello, Cher.” I smiled, just because I blackmailed her doesn’t mean I’m not her friend. She would have done the same thing if she were in my position.

“Mark this day in your diary. I lied under oath for you. And thank God I’m quick on my feet.” She said.

“Cheryl, thank you.” Jug said handing her the drive.

“Honor your promise to me.” We nodded and she walked off.

Pop Tate gave a speech about how Betty saved the dinner and how the Lodge’s made a donation that would cover any storms that might come. We all sat in a booth enjoying milkshakes.

“Ronnie, should I introduce myself to your dad?” Archie asked.

“You’ve faced enough dragons for one night. Next time, Archiekins.” V said.

“So, I guess tonight is a win for the good guys.” Betty smiled.

“A rare win, but yes.” Jug said.

“Thanks to you Betty.” I added. Archie was looking out the window and he looked uncomfortable, I was too but I know how to hide my feelings pretty well.

“You okay?” V asked.

“I’m here with you guys. So, yeah.” He said. Something was up with him but I knew it had to do with what happened to us.

Jughead walked me home because Archie wanted to talk to Reggie for a bit. I was working on the rest of the homework I had left when I got a call.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Y/N.”

“FP? What’s wrong?” I asked shocked.

“Jug, he went to see Penny.” He said and my eyes widened.

“What?” I asked shocked.

“You didn’t know?”  He asked.

“No, he told me he was going to talk to another lawyer but he never gave names.” I said. “He didn’t pay her, I told him not to contact her again but we both know she’ll try to get him so I need to you do whatever favor she asks him got it?” He said and I sighed.

“FP, I told you I can’t join the Serpents. If my dad or Archie found out-”

“You don’t have to join just please do whatever favor she needs.” I sighed knowing I would regret this later.

“Fine…” I said.

“Thank you.” FP said and hung up. I grabbed my jacket once again and rushed out of the house. I walked into the tattoo shop and a few Serpents were there.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Ace asked.

“Where’s Penny.” I demanded.

“Where she always is.”He answered. I walked in her office.

“Y/N, what a surprise, what can I do for you?” Penny asked with a smirk.

“Stay away from Jughead.” I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Whatever favor you think he owes you, you can call me and I’ll be doing it.” I added. She smirked.

“FP call you huh? Even in jail, he’s still trying to keep his boy out of this mess.” She said.

“You will stay away from him and come to me for whatever you want got it?” I said through grit teeth.

“Thought you weren’t going to be apart of Serpent business?” She said with a smirk.

“I’m not, I’m just doing FP a favor.” I glared.

“Sounds like you’re a Serpent to me.” I growled and stormed out to go home. What did I just get myself into?

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[writingsbfe]

The Game Princess - Jughead Jones III

The game made him crazy, but not as crazy as you did.

Gryphons and Gargoyles, referred to by those who played it as G&G, had taken Riverdale by storm. It seemed everyone was playing the illusive game, some even bringing it to real life. And honestly, the whole thing weirded you out. Those who played it did so religiously, abandoning the real world in favor of the game. It was like a drug, and everyone was always itching for their next fix.

Ethyl Muggs was jittery all through Spanish class, obviously not paying attention and tapping her pencil loudly on her desk next to you, withdrawal apparent. You weren’t very close to the girl, but you did know that she was one of the victims of the game.

Yes, you called them victims. It only seemed fitting, considering what it did to them.

Unfortunately, one of the latest casualties was your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. He’d said that he wanted to see what it was all about, figure out who the Gargoyle King was so he could end his reign. You had to watch as him and all of your friends got sucked into it.

Jughead had asked you to stay out of it - not to play no matter what. You readily agreed - just because he was sacrificing himself to some game didn’t mean that you had to. You wished he would have stayed out of it with you, but he was far too stubborn for that.

“Here you guys go,” you passed Cokes to each of your friends seated around the game board. You hated being the Snack Mom and resented feeling so sidelined, but it was the best way you could keep an eye on your idiot friends and boyfriend.

“Thank you, Game Princess,” Cheryl popped open the can. “I promise to always protect you from the wargs whilst you sleep.”

“Whatever,” you sighed.

You didn’t remember when they started calling you ‘Game Princess,’ but now it was all they ever called you. You weren’t sure if it was a real character, or they made that up because you were dating the ‘master’ and always brought them food.

Looking at your watch, you didn’t hesitate to interrupt their game. “Jug, you ready to go?”

“Hold it, Game Princess,” Sweet Pea stopped you. “We still have to get past this tricky protection spell.”

“I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow,” you snapped. “Jughead. It’s nearly two in the morning and we have school tomorrow. Can we please leave soon?”

“Give me a few more minutes…”

“You said that three hours ago!”

Jughead stood up, pounding his fist on the table. The comparison you’d made between G&G and drugs earlier? Anger issues could be added to that venn diagram. “We need to get past this barrier and into the orc base! If we don’t, Toni’s deception spell might wear off and-”

“Fake! It’s all fake!” you cried, running your hands through your hair. “It can wait until tomorrow, but we have to get back to what’s real! This whole town has to!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Damn right I don’t understand!” Everything you’d been feeling from the past few weeks of watching your friends lose themselves to some game that nobody’s played in years bubbled to the surface. “I have to sit here, watching you all ruin yourselves! You said that you were playing this to find the Gargoyle King. We could be interrogating our parents, looking into the history of it, but no. I have to bring you guys food because you would forget to eat if I didn’t. I have to remind you all to drink water or you won’t because you’re so sucked into this! I’ve had to confiscate all of your pointy objects! And when Cheryl found that chalice, it didn’t go missing - I smashed it into a million pieces.”

“You did what-” He looked angry, which only made you more so.

“I’m trying to keep you asshats alive, Jug! I’m tired and I want to go home, but if I leave you here you’ll try teaching Fangs and Pea to fire an arrow again, and I’m not taking Hotdog to the vet again.”

He clenched his jaw, and you wished that you could drive it into his thick skull that you were right about this one. But on top of his stubbornness, he was riding on the high that the game brought, and there would be no changing his mind.

You picked up one of the pieces and threw it at the wall, everyone flinching at the surprisingly loud noise it made. “I’ll go wait outside,” you muttered expressionlessly, turning and walking out.

Jughead’s POV

He watched your retreating back, something inside him saying that he should go after you. But he looked back down at the game, and the players all waiting for him to continue narration. They already seemed over your outburst, and he peeled his eyes away from the bunker door as it shut.

“Alright,” he continued, rubbing his hands together. “You’re stuck outside the wall surrounding the orc base, and your failure to break through has alerted the orcs to your presence. They’re coming! Quick - you can either retreat and try again later, or stay and fight a match that will certainly end in your doom. Which do you choose?”

Cheryl hung her head in disappointment. “I guess we have to retreat.” The others groaned.

“Are we in agreement?” Jughead clarified.

“Yes,” Fangs said as the others nodded their head.

“The warriors retreat back into the forest, safely away from the orcs. They gather around to devise a new plan, when the elder whom Mistress Topaz helped earlier appears. He tells them that their only way to get inside the base, is-” He pulled a card from the deck, flipping it over. His blood instantly ran cold.

“What? What is it?” Toni leaned forward.

“Nothing,” he dropped the card as if it had burned his hand. “It’s nothing. Guys, we have to stop playing the game.” All of the elation he’d felt seconds ago turned to sobriety as fear laced his veins.

Sounds of protest arose from the group, but he ignored them.

“Where’s Y/N?” He stood taking his jacket off of his chair and putting it on quickly.

“What, you worried about her little blow-up earlier? She’s just letting off some steam - I’m sure you two will be-”

“No, Sweet Pea!” Jughead shouted, heart drumming in his chest as he picked up the card and showed it to them.

Kill the Game Princess.

“So?” Sweet Pea furrowed his brow. “It’s the game, and she’s not even playing. We just kill off her character.”

Cheryl, who had gone white, shook her head. “The Game Princess isn’t a character… That’s just a nickname we came up with for her.”

Jughead nodded. “Someone’s been watching us. Someone slipped this card in my deck, and that someone wants Y/N dead.”

Everyone was standing. “Let’s go get her.”

Your POV

You were standing outside the bunker, breathing in the chilly night air as you waited for his stupid boyfriend and your stupid friends to finish playing some idiotic but surprisingly dangerous murder game. Technically you could take his motorcycle and drive yourself home, but as pissed as you were, you weren’t going to leave them all alone. Hotdog didn’t need another arrow grazing his back.

You startled as the bunker door flew open, emerging Jughead and the others close behind.

“You’re still here,” he said, standing close to you and putting a hand on your arm. He looked you up and down as if checking you over.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s gotten into you guys? Did you finally finish?”

“We’re done with that game,” Jughead said, surprising you.

Your eyes widened. “You… are?”

“We’re burning that game, and every game in Riverdale. We’ll find the Gargoyle King some other way  but I’m not playing anymore.”

“What happened?” you asked, concerned.

“Someone’s threatening you,” Toni explained. “Now can we all go home?”

You froze, comprehending what she was saying. “What? How?”

“I’ll explain at home, but we need to go,” Jughead’s grip on your arm shifted as he led you over to his bike.

“We’ll head to Pop’s,” Cheryl said as Toni nodded. “We just need to talk about everything… Want to come?”

Fangs and Sweet Pea agreed, but Jughead said that he wanted to go back to his trailer and talk to you privately.

The ride home was quiet, as you thought to yourself. You weren’t overly concerned about being threatened - being a Serpent tended to put you in varying amounts of danger on a semi-regular basis, but it also granted protection.

Inside his trailer, you sat cross-legged on his bed. He sat across from you.

“Are you really done playing that game?” You broke the silence.

“Yes,” he assured firmly. “Absolutely.”

You nodded slowly. “What changed? When I left you guys were so engrossed in it that it almost felt like you thought it was real life.”

“We found a card in the deck.” He grabbed your hand. “The instruction on it was to kill the Game Princess.”

“So?” You asked. “I wasn’t playing, anyways.”

“There is no Game Princess. It was a name Sweet Pea made up for you because I was the game master.” The hand not linked with yours pulled his signature beanie off and ran a hand through his hair. “The game… It has a way of creeping inside you, of making you believe that what’s happening is real. I think that whoever put that card in there was hoping that we were in deeper than we were, and that we would - erm - actually do it.”

Your eyes widened, lips parting around a silent gasp. “You- would you have-”

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head, reaching forward to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I would never. But someone wants you dead; that’s what you should take away from that.”

You gave a low whistle. The room went silent. “When did our lives get so crazy?” You laughed. “I mean, serial killers are one thing, but murderous roleplay?”

He snorted. “How are you laughing?! You. Are. In. Danger.” He said each word slowly, trying to get you to understand.

“Then we better go investigate, huh?”

“A woman after my own heart,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss you.