#betty copper x y/n

[anninhiliation]

Like I Would

A/N: Heyy! So @sparklevag requested a part 2, so here it is! I was not planning on writing a part two, so choosing a direction for this was a bit tough! So maybe I could write my different directions of thoughts if you guys would like! A few songs I was choosing between was Torn by Natalie Imbruglia, I broke us by Cierra Ramires ft. Trevor Jackson, and Love will remember by Selena Gomez! Or maybe you guys would like songfics to other characters? I do not have rights to the song, gifs or characters of Riverdale. This is also my second song based fic, I am still getting used to it! Also, the italics are the lyrics! 

Side Note: Cherrying is when someone lights the weed in a bowl or bong and smoke, but it's still lit for someone else to smoke and not have to relight. (I don't know if that makes sense to you, but I don't know how else to explain it hahaha!)  Stash is referring to weed, a hit means you smoked it, so three would be you smoked three times as in the bowl, bong, blunt whatever was either passed to you or you lit it three times. (Okay THAT was a terrible explanation I am so sorry I don't know how to explain stoner slang I just know what it means and how to use it) And when I say smoked, I don't mean it total in someone’s life, I'm trying to say like took a drag, or puffed it, okay sorry I probably don't make any sense, but I am just trying to explain to those who don't know stoner slang)

Masterlist 

Eyes Closed (Part 1)

Like I would (Song) Zayn

Warnings: There's mention of drug use, its weed I do not see it as a big deal but in case you do I'm just letting you know now! Light smut as well. 

Hey what's up? It's been a while

Talking 'bout it's not my style

Thought I'd see what's up, while I'm lighting up

It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

Know it's late, but I'm so wired

Saw your face and got inspired

Guess you let it go, now you're good to go

It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

Sweet Pea’s POV:

It was a normal Friday night hanging out in the Quarry with Toni and Fangs. We had just left a northside party after it got dry and went to spend the night smoking a younger serpents stash. After three hits I was high and completely zoned out. Toni began cherrying what I left as I felt my phone buzz. I went to check what it was, but it was just a text from Josie, I unlocked my phone and forgot which led me to start mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. Suddenly I saw Y/N’s face on my feed, making me scroll back to double check. I saw that it was under Jugheads username and it was captioned “hacked”. Betty and Y/N made a slideshow of smiling and making silly faces. 

“Fangs can I see your phone?” I blurted out looking up from my screen.

Fangs and I locked eyes, and he made a facial expression as if he was thinking about it.

“I won't do anything I just need to see something,” I added.

He nodded as he unlocked his phone and handed it to me. I looked through his apps, finding Instagram and tapping on it. I looked up Y/N’s username and went on her profile. After she found me with Josie she set her Instagram to private and deleted my account from her followers. A week after she blocked my number and started seeing Reggie Mantle. All her posts of me were deleted and replaced with Reggie. A pit of guilt formed in my stomach, seeing her face, her smile, she did it. She moved on from us.

Oh, oh, it's probably gonna sound wrong

Promise it won't last long

Oh, oh, if we can never go back

Thought you'd like to know that

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/N, please listen to me!” I pleaded with the girl I betrayed. 

Her eyes appeared to have been made from glass by how they glistened when they met mine. It was a few days after she caught me with Josie and she had finally agreed to let me explain myself.

“It was a mistake.” I sighed. “It meant nothing, it was just a kiss. I don't even like her like that.”

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would

As I sat at the lunch table I watched as Reggie put his arm around her small frame. How he would lean his body towards hers, and she would snuggle into his. They shared fries together and would giggle at each other. 

“You okay Pea?” Jughead asked interrupting my thoughts. 

“Yea Jones I’m great.” I snapped, getting up and storming out of Riverdale High. 

It's okay to want me, 'cause I want you

Been thinkin' it over, but I'm through

So stop wasting all my time, messing with my mind

It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

It was a rainy Thursday night when I heard a knock on my trailer. I was shocked to see it was Y/N.

“Hey.” She barely whispered out. 

“Hey, come in,” I said as I opened the door further.

Out of habit I leaned in towards her and cupped her face. Out of reflex, she leaned her head into my hand and our lips met. The kiss began softly but quickly turned heated. My shirt went flying and her small soft hands roamed my back. I pulled on her bottom lip as she removed her shirt. I grabbed her thighs in the middle of our tongues battling for dominance. Her arms snaked around my neck and her hands lightly tugged on my hair. I lifted her thighs up and they wrapped around my waist. I carried her to my room and we fell back on old habits.

Oh, oh, it's probably gonna sound wrong

Promise it won't last long

Oh, oh, if we can never go back

Thought you'd like to know that

Once we both reached our climaxes she turned cold. 

“I started something with Reggie.” She blurted out as she put her clothes back on. 

“This was a mistake, but I thought I should let you know that there's no saving what we once had.” She added as she found her pants by my closet door. 

“Okay. Do what you want.” I responded emotionlessly as I stared at the ceiling. 

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

A month later at a northside party, I watched from the corner of my eye as I hustled some northsiders how he would place his hands on her hips and she would grind against him. How she would move her hair to the side to grant him more access to her skin. Their bodies were in sync but did not fit the same as her and I. 

“Dude I know you’re staring at Y/N.” Fangs mumbled loud enough so only I could hear.

“I just can't see her actually liking that guy.” I mumbled.

He can't love you like I would

He can't love you like I could

He don't know your body

He don't know your body

At the party, I watched as she went into the backyard and some Bulldogs pulled Reggie away. I nonchalantly followed her outside once Reggie was out of sight.

“I bet he doesn't fuck you like I did,” I stated watching her lean against the deck railing. 

“That's no longer your business or concern Pea.” She sighed. 

“It took me three months to figure out all the little things you like Y/L/N. Im just saying I bet he doesnt do half of those things.” I admitted. 

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

He, won't touch you like I do

He, won't love you like I would

He don't know your body

He don't do you right

He won't love you like I would

Love you like I would, like I would

“What If I told you he does a better job?” She whispered staring into the backyard and a little smirk grew upon her lips. 

“I could prove that wrong and you know it.” I teased as I leaned against the wall. 

Fangs suddenly flew open the sliding doors.

“Dude we have to go emergency meeting!” Fangs said with panic.

“He wont love you like I did Y/L/N.” I mumbled as I walked back into the house.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Riverdale FSM: Heathers AU (sweet pea + y/n are playing JD + Veronica)

[parkerpeter24]

Quizzes End Up In Kisses ~ Peter Parker💕

Part-7 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series

Part 8

Warnings: fluff, thank you.

Sorry for I'm late. Also, I don't know anything about schooling system in the U.S. so forgive me.

Middle school was exhausting, not to mention stupid, and you dreaded going to High school. Going everyday to a place for nearly your whole life, a prison called school, was never on your checklist. It was a pretty basic list and all the things you would want to do one day were mentioned in it.

And Peter Parker had managed to get on the top.

Entering Liz's house, you were met with loud noise and kids scattered all around the living area. The snacks and drinks were placed neatly on the kitchen slab. You sighed before moving in and placing your small gift in the pile that was placed near the christmas tree. You were invited to the party by Liz and you had nothing better to do on a Christmas eve and maybe you would find Peter here too. MJ was in the extreme corner of the room which was illuminated by a bright lamp under which she read a book. You smiled at her and her book choice, 'Great Leadership by Kimberly Davis.'

You moved towards the kitchen where you spotted Liz greeting her friends. The party went on, you stuck to MJ in the back until she needed to get back home and you didn't.

Few people were still left, probably close friends of Liz, when you spotted Ned and Peter near the window, whispering something to each other. You moved towards them setting aside the glass of juice.

"Hey Peter, Ned!" You greeted cheerfully. Ned waved, greeting you back while Peter straightened a bit, the soft light hid the mild blush covering his cheeks. It wasn't hard for you, or anyone for that matter, to figure out that he liked you. He wasn't good with secrets.

"Hey, (y/n)." He replied when Ned cleared his throat . You didn't want to seem desperate by asking him out or truth be told, you were shy yourself and didn't want to convert your friendship into awkwardness.

The room was starting to clear and you were now having a proper conversation with both the boys, majorly about school and homework when a loud voice pulled you out of the on-going topic.

"Hey losers!" Flash yelled, indicating the three of you."You need to come here." He called out, you rolled your eyes but nonetheless moved to where everyone left was gathered in a small circle. You sat beside Liz as everyone settled down and Liz started talking, "So, I have a game for everyone." She grinned and then you zoned out, staring at the boy in front of you. Brown eyes squinted slightly in concentration as he tried so hard to steal a glance at you whereas you were, absentmindedly, full on gaping at him. Only, you, Liz, Betty, Flash, Ned and Peter were left in the room.

"(Y/n), you wanna put something in?" Liz asked, popping your Peter bubble.

"What?" You asked, not having listened to a word she said.

"You wanna put something in the bag?" She pointed to the small bag placed in the centre. Where would it even come from, "And since you're the last one, you get to have the first chance." She grinned. By now, it wasn't really hard to guess that the group was playing seven minutes in heaven.

You grabbed the bag and got up, throwing your bracelet in when no one was watching and shaking the bag. You fished the bag and pulled out a small keyring which was way too familiar. A blush covered your cheeks as you realised whose it was. A small Darth Vader keyring that you gave Peter on his birthday. You looked to Peter who looked like a reindeer caught in headlights. You heard Flash laugh, "Do you think these guys are going to hold hands?"

Soon you were pushed into a room, Peter just behind you as Liz locked the door.

You sat on Liz's bed and Peter stood against the wall across you, the tension was undeniable. A few minutes were passed in silence before Peter cleared his throat and sat beside you on the bed. You watched him in anticipation as he ran his fingers through his hair, "(Y/n), you know, we don't have to do anything just because Flash would probably never leave this."

You felt a bit disappointed but you couldn't let Flash tease Peter for this, "Yeah, I know how to shut Flash up." You smiled.

You told Flash that you had made out with Peter and the look on his face was precious. Maybe it would be the other way around and instead of Flash teasing Peter, you would tease Flash for Peter had his first kiss before him. No one has to know that he didn't.

.•°☆°•..•°☆°•..•°☆°•.

It's been almost a year since then and everybody but you had forgotten that night. And you could never.

You saw Peter leaning against your locker as you made your way through the sea of teenagers.

"Hey!" You greeted your best friend, "Where's Ned?"

"Maths." He answered, shrugging. You smiled at him as you pulled out your Chemistry textbook.

"I'm already bored seeing this textbook." You complained walking beside Peter as you began your trip to the classroom.

"I know, Mr. Smith can be tough on us kids at times." He laughed, watching as you rolled your eyes at no one. "By the way, you prepared for the test?"

"Nope." You replied as soon as the question left his mouth, popping the p in the word.

"Well, you need to. This test makes up 33 percent of our total grades this semester." You sighed at this, nodding your head in understanding as you reached the class.

.•°☆°•..•°☆°•..•°☆°•.

You were at your desk for the past one hour, staring at your Chemistry textbook. Oh how you hated the subject. You were dozing off when you heard a series of knocks on your window. Although knowing it was the one and only, you were shocked and awakened from your sleep.

You ran to the window, unlocking it and letting your masked friend inside before locking it and pulling the curtains. Peter was always careless, not at all good at hiding his identity considering that you figured out, but you saved his ass.

"I'm so jealous of you." You complained and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why?" He asked.

"You know, you get to do all cool superhero stuff and you're still gonna face that test tomorrow!" You exclaimed, burying your face in his chest and taking in his warmth as he wrapped his arms while laughing, "My mom is gonna kill me." You sighed.

"Okay, let's practice together then." He stated, moving towards your study.

"Aren't you tired?" You asked.

"Not for you, I'm not." He replied shyly and turned away from you to hide his own blush as a faint pink covered your cheeks.

Studying with Peter was rather distracting, not that you haven't done it before, but with time it seemed to have become difficult to focus on the subject and you were more interested in the pout that formed on his lips when he didn't understand something, or the way he squinted his eyes to focus, or the way his fingers played with the pencil when he was thinking something, or the way his eyebrows creased when he got an answer wrong. You were so busy admiring him.

"Okay, I got a good question for you." Peter said, pulling you out of your own little world.

"Shoot."

"And element X is divalent -" He started but you groaned, cutting him off.

"Oh, I hate X and Y questions!" You whined.

"Come on, you don't even know the question yet." Peter replied, "You need to practice if you want to get good grades on that test."

"Okay, I'll study. But, I have one condition." You said, smirking and Peter gulped. He knew that smirk. Something bad was going inside your mind whenever you did this. Before he could ask anything, though, you said, "If I answer ten of your questions correctly then you have to kiss me." You said. Your heartbeat was incredibly fast but your face showed the same smirk as Peter's cheek turned a crimson shade.

"Okay." He said, "I got some questions for you." He smirked, choosing the set of questions that he knew you would be able to answer easily.

"First question." He started, smiling at your nervousness as you tapped your fingers gently against the table. You wanted this as much as he did, "The number of moles of solute present in one kilogram of a solvent is called as…" He trailed off waiting for an answer.

You smiled, "That's easy. It's molality." You answered sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Correct. Don't get too excited (y/l/n), it's just the first question." He replied, mocking your tone which made you giggle.

"Your impressions are hilarious Parker." You teased, laughing as he smiled proudly.

"Wait till you hear my Thor impression." He beamed, "Anyway, the next question, The metal used to separate copper from a copper sulphate solution is?" He asked.

"Ferrous." You replied.

You didn't expect the questions to get harder but what do you expect from Peter Nerd Parker. You were on the ninth question and you were getting more and more nervous, "What is the chemical name for baking soda?"

"It's, Sodium something… Sodium Carbonate?"

"No. It's-"

"Sodium Bicarbonate!" You yelled, making him laugh at your eagerness.

"Oh, shut it Parker!" You scolded, nonetheless smiling.

"Okay, so are you ready for the last question?" He asked and you just nodded. This was a perfect and probably the only chance you'd get to kiss the boy you'd had a crush on for the longest time. "Now, (y/n). Which radioactive element is used in heat pacemakers?" He asked.

Shit!

Elements were your weakest part. You stared straight into his eyes, pleading for a hint as you rack your brain for the answer. At this moment, both of you knew that Peter would kiss you no matter what, but you wanted to get it right.

"Plutonium?" You mumbled a question. Peter, having heightened senses, heard that and stood up from his seat, making you stand up and follow him to the centre of the room. He sighed, facing you with furrowed eyebrows, "Was it wrong?"

He just stood there for a moment before suddenly pulling you flush against him. Your hands instantly wrapped around his neck and a yelp escaped your throat before you felt his lips over yours. Moving at a slow pace. It was sweet, it was all you needed. Your hands tugged at the curls behind his head and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead on yours, "Correct."

You smiled so wide, your cheeks started to hurt. Suddenly you couldn't help what you said out aloud, "Kissing you was on my checklist since Middle school." He laughed at this.

"The infamous checklist?" He asked. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You knew about it?" You asked back for his answer.

"You're not good with secrets either. I heard you and MJ talking about it." He replied sheepishly.

"And you didn't tell me?" You asked, smiling.

"It was an accident." He said in a small voice, parting from you slightly and you shook your head softly as your gaze fell on the wall clock.

"It's nothing." You smiled, "Hey, I think you should go. It's getting late." He nodded, giving you a final peck on the lips as he grabbed his mask, moving towards your window.

"Peter." You called out. He turned back to face you, waiting for you to say something, "Don't forget about the Spanish quiz day after tomorrow." You smirked and he knew that smirk.

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[spider-manholland]

I’m Still Hurting | Peter Parker

part six of the mending hearts mini-series

Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader

Warning(s): angst, fluffy flashbacks, swearing, Far From Home spoilers

Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.

Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle 

Author’s Note:  I’m terribly sorry that my updates have been slow lately.  I’m currently away for my cousin’s wedding and I’m the maid of honor so I’ve been really busy.  I promise to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.

Masterlist

The moment you found out what was on the itinerary for the class trip to Paris you lost all of your energy on wanting to go. And you tried everything, like everything you could think of but nothing worked. You tried faking that you were sick but the whole “you don’t have a fever so you’re fine,” thing happened with Mr. Harrington so that plan was ruined.

So there you were, walking through the same city you used to think was beautiful but now found horrifying, filled with memories that you tried so hard to forget but know you never can.

The memories were like deep cuts to you, wounds that you’ve tried to stitch shut for so long but always end up opening up all over again.

“Hey,” you were suddenly torn out of your thoughts at the sound of Brad’s voice, seeing him appear next to you as you and the rest of your class stepped out of the very long train, all exhausted from the ten hour journey. “You doing alright? I couldn’t help but notice that you sat by yourself the entire ride here.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded, smiling reassuringly. “Just wanted to be alone, that’s all.” You and Brad stayed near the back of your class as you all made your way towards the train station’s exit and stood by the bus stop. “Why? Did you want to sit next me? You seemed pretty comfortable next to Flash.” You teased, smirking when Brad playfully rolled his eyes.

“Oh please,” Brad scoffed, “I love the guy and all, but he never knows how to stop talking. I swear I thought my mind was going to explode if I heard him say something about Spider-Man one more time. Plus,” he paused, letting his hand slightly brush against yours. “I would’ve rather sat next to you but Flash already pulled me down with him and I didn’t want to be rude-”

“Brad,” your hand grabbed onto his bicep, cutting him off. “It’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself. Like I said, I wanted to be alone.”

“Alright, just wanted to make sure.” Brad smiled, relieved that you weren’t upset with him. “So, what are you most excited for to see in Paris?” He asked, picking up his bag that was resting on the floor against his leg when the large bus meant for your class pulled up in front of you guys. “I really want to go to the Eiffel Tower.”

Peter wants to take MJ there, you felt your heart stop at the sudden reminder, remembering when you accidentally overheard Peter tell Ned his entire plan on confessing his feelings to MJ on the plane ride to Venice. Brad couldn’t help but notice the softened expression on your face, immediately feeling guilty when realizing what he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” He frowned, “I heard from Betty about Peter’s plan-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted him, putting on your fakest smile. “You don’t need to keep apologizing for stuff that isn’t your fault.” You gave his bicep a small, reassuring squeeze. “And I’m not really excited for anything. I’ve seen pretty much everything the last I came here.”

“Oh that’s right, you came here with-” he paused, smiling sympathetically. “Sorry, again.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you gently pushed past him to step onto the bus where the rest of your class were already at. You then sat down on one of the empty seats, Brad sitting beside you, both of you sharing quick smiles before he pulled out his own pair of earphones and began to listen to his music.

You didn’t realize how long you kept your gaze on Brad until you heard him clear his throat, staring at you with a small smirk on his lips. “Is there something on my face or you just enjoy staring at me?”

“W-What?” You froze, your eyes wide and your cheeks turning bright pink from embarrassment. “N-No, there’s nothing on your face, and I don’t like s-staring at you.” You stuttered, shaking your head.

“Whatever you say, sweet cheeks.” He chuckled, returning his attention back towards his phone. “Sweet cheeks?” You questioned, feeling your cheeks become even more brighter and your heart flutter at his nickname for you. “What?” Brad shrugged, heat also traveling up his neck and up to his face. “Whenever you blush your cheeks remind me of my favorite candy, Strawberry Taffy, and they’re sweet. Sweet cheeks.”

“You’re an idiot.” You giggled, shaking your head as you pulled out your book from your backpack and began to read it, unaware of the pair of brown eyes that belonged to none other than Peter Parker, who watched and heard the entire conversation between you and Brad, can’t help but feeling his heart beat anxiously at the sight of you two.

But the longer he stared at you the more he get his heart beat slowly turn from anxious to warmth when his eyes then traveled down to your chest - not pervertedly - and landed on the Red Dragon necklace that he got for you, resting on your chest.

- - -

After you and your entire class got to the hotel and settled in, everyone was now walking around the city, following Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell as they led you all to the first destination on your guys’ itinerary.

“Where are we going anyway?” Brad asked, who was walking beside you near the back of the class, sweat beading on his forehead from the heat and exhaustion. “We’ve been walking for nearly two hours. Mr. Harrington,” Brad called out for your guys’ teacher. “Are we almost there?”

“Don’t worry, Brad,” Mr. Harrington replied, glancing back towards his student before returning his gaze back to the city map he held in his hands. “The Pont des Arts is just on the other side of the block.”

“Pont does Arts?” You questioned, feeling yourself freeze in your spot and your heart stop at the mention of the one place you completely despised. The one place that made your mind get consumed by what used to be heartfelt memories but was now replaced by dark, empty ones. “W-We’re going there?”

Peter was the first to notice your frozen state, concern and worry immediately filling his veins but before he could get the chance to confront and comfort you, Brad beat him to it.

“Hey, you okay?” You felt Brad’s hand on your arm, shaking you back to reality, turning to face him and see concern clear in his eyes. “Y-Yeah,” you lied, shaking your head, trying to hide the crack in your voice as the memories you’ve tried so hard to forget began to resurface in your mind and remind you of all the times your heart used to be bright. “I-I’m fine.”

You were there, standing on the Pont does Arts, or what others know it as the “Lock Bridge”, admiring the many different locks, both old and brand new. You found them all beautiful and unique in their own way. But you couldn’t help but wonder, how many of these loves actually lasted?

You didn’t realize how focused you were on them until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, a chin resting on your shoulder. “Hello, pretty lady.” You smiled at the sound of Peter’s low voice in your ear, your knees going weak when he pressed a soft kiss against your neck. “Hey, handsome.” You blushed, placing your hands over his, feeling your heart flutter at his delicate touch.

“I got us something.” Peter said, causing you to turn to face him and see him dig for something in his front pocket. “Oh my god,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hands when saw him pull out a simple lock, your initials along with his written on it with marker. “Are you sure? We’ve only been dating for a year-”

“-and three months and six days exactly,” Peter finished, grinned widely and nodding his head. “Of course I’m sure. Are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation, your smile getting even more bigger when Peter leaned down and pressed a quick, passionate kiss against your lips. Peter then grabbed your hand pulled you down with him, the both of your kneeling in front of the railing where dozens of different locks already were.

You watched as Peter slowly unlocked your guys’ copper colored lock and attached it to the metal railing. You then felt his hand slip into yours and gave it a small squeeze as the two of you stood back up onto your feet and stared at your guys’ shared lock. “It’s perfect.” You smiled, standing up on your tip toes and pressing a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek. “I love you so much, Peter Parker.”

Peter swore he never felt his heart beat so hard before from your words. Yes, you’ve told each other “I love you” before but right now, in this moment, the two of you being in the City of Love and practically sealing your love for each other, that’s when Peter knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.

“I love you with all my heart, Y/N L/N.”

It’s was like going through the worst pain you have ever felt all over again but this time, it’s a hundred times worse. There were you, standing on the Pont des Art with the rest of your class, staring at the lock that you and Peter left nearly a year ago—when your relationship was strong and where you thought you would be with him forever. Oh, how wrong you were.

You tore your gaze away from the now slightly dirty lock and turned to face where your class was, seeing them also admiring all the different locks that covered the bridge, your heart clenching in your chest when seeing Peter and MJ standing beside each other very closely, their hands brushing against each other every now and then, both checking out the same lock. You then felt your eyes drift off towards a medium-size rock that was on the ground and it was like all the pent up anger and heartache you’ve kept locked away took over and finally exploded, because next you knew you were bashing the rock against you and Peter’s lock, completely unaware of the confused and concerned stares you were recieving from your classmates.

Thoughts of all the nights you spent crying over Peter, every date he missed without an excuse, every text and call that was forgotten, every day you wondered what caused your what used to be strong relationship with him to collapse consumed your mind and fueled your anger, making you bash the rock onto the lock harder and harder until it finally broke and the sound of it clattering onto floor breaking you from your strance, your breathing heavy and your eyes filled with tears.

No words came out of your mouth, only tears streaming down your face as you stared at your class before walking away, ignoring the calls you were getting from your teachers and Brad.  All you wanted was to be alone.

As the rest of your class left the Pont des Arts, Peter decided to stay behind, curious to see what you were so aggressive towards. But when seeing the lock you two left behind almost a year ago—or six if he was being specific because of the “blip”, Peter swore he could feel his heart ache inside his chest and drop into the pit of his stomach.

The lock was broken, just like your guys’ love for each other.

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[billyboisfangirlarmy]

The Bowers Girl 3

Part 1

Part 2

Patrick x Reader

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“It’s not going to stay up! We’ve got to get more sticks.” Eddie says looking at our half-assed dam we’re making. “No! We need more rocks!” Richie complains. I turn around to see Bill in deep thought. “Don’t break your brain there.” He looks up coming out of his trance. “O-oh, I wasn’t.” “What are you thinking about? Is it Bev?” I wink making him blush. “No. I-I just thought… Maybe w-we can take a-a look i-i-in the Barrens?” Richie looks at him confused. “Why do you want to splash around in shitty water?” Bill looks up with sad eyes. “I ha-have a theory t-that Gorgeie might have e-ended up there. The st-storm drain ends in t-two paths.” Everyone stays silent.

“W-we don’t-” “Let’s go. Come on guys!” I grab Bills hand dragging him down to the opening of the Barrens. The big cement circle looking more scary up close. “Come on.” He speaks quick stepping in and walking in the hole. Richie shrugs and follows while Stan, Eddie, and I stay put outside.

“That's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy.” Stanley says pointing at different plants surrounding us. “Where? Where's the poison ivy?” I ask leaning in to see the plants. “No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley.” Richie gushes from inside the pipe.

“Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now, and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me.” Eddie says getting panicked. “Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?” Richie asks. “Sometimes, yeah.”

“Then you probably have crabs.” “Ew Richie!” “That's so NOT funny.”

“Aren't you guys coming in?” Bill asks poking a stick through the water. “Uh Huh that's gray water.” Eddie identifies. “What the hell is gray water?” “It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you…”

“You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee.” Ben finishes off laughing at the situation. I roll my eyes going in with the other two boys.

As I walk over a board a white shoes pops up. “Guys!” I yell out interrupting the bickering. I grab Richie’s stick and pick up the shoe. “Shit. Don't tell me that's…” Stan says leading off the end.

“No. Georgie was wearing galoshes.” Bill says in a low voice. “Who's sneaker is it?” Richie asks. I look on the inside feeling my stomach drop. “It's Betty Ripsoms.”

“Shit! Shit, oh god, oh fuck. I don't like this.” Eddie yells out.

“How do you think Betty feels...Going around these tunnels with only one fucking shoe.” I turn to Richie narrowing my eyes at him.

“What if she's still here?” Stan asks leaving the ominous question in the air.

“We need to leave! My mom will have an aneurysm if she finds out we were playing down here. I'm serious.”

I look over to my friend and see him once again in deep thought. “Bill?” He looks up at me, then back at the shoe. “If I were Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. Georgie too.”

“What if I don't want to find them? I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like… I don't want to go missing either.” Eddie states quickly. “He has a point.” Stan agrees shortly after.

“You too?” Bill asks in defeat. “It's summer...We're supposed to be having fun. This isn't funny.

This is scary and disgusting.”

Suddenly a kid washes up out of nowhere. A kid I’ve seen around the town. A kids my brother really hates. The homeschooled kid. He tries to stand, but falls limply. “Holy shit, what happened to you?” Richie asks going over to him.

He’s breathing heavy and he can barely stand. I hold his head up to look at me. His eyes are both beaten, nose bloody, and blood coming from his mouth as well. “Henry got him, and if he’s here they’re close. Get him into town and clean him up quick. If I’m caught by Henry I’m dead. What’s your name?” I ask the boy. He breathes heavily and makes eye contact with me. “Mike. My name is Mike.” I nod looking at the boys. “Take care of Mike. He’s one of us now.” I place my hand on his shoulder and smile at him in which he returns. “Welcome to the Losers Club homeschool.” Richie says lightening the mood.

“I’ll call you tonight to tell you what happened.” Eddie says all professional. “Thanks Eddie! Bye guys!”

I run through the woods passing another tunnel in the process, but unlike the other one this tunnel was filled with screams. Cried of terror from a man.

“Hello?” I ask loudly into the abyss. “Is anyone in here?” The screaming continues making my blood run cold. “Hello? My name is-” “(Y/N) HELP!” the voice screams out. I know that voice. “(Y/n) PLEASE!” I jet into the tunnel. “PATRICK?” I yell as I run through the water. “Where are you?”

“Help me!” His scream becomes closer as I round a corner and as I see the image in front of me I stop completely. Patrick is pinned down by… a clown? He’s ripping at his skin with razor sharp teeth. The same teeth in my dream. Or was it real?

“What the fuck!” I scream gaining the clown’s attention. His yellow glowing eyes meet mine and he becomes limp falling completely off Patrick and disappearing into the water. “Patrick.” I gasp rushing to him. I grab his face in my hands seeing he’s covered in blood. “Come on. Please, you’ve got to help me here.” I get him up and rush him out of the sewers, and into the daylight.

He lays down on the bank and steadies his breathing. “Are you okay?” Patrick looks at me with wide eyes. “Come here.” I walk over to him and by my surprise he pulls me to him completely holding me close. I struggle against him in confusion. “No, please. Please just… stay.” I stop struggling and go limp against him letting him wrap his arms around me. The cold creature showing he does have some sort of a heart.

We sit like this for about an hour. He just hold me in his arms calming his breath. I wiggle away far enough to see his face. He’s covered in blood and fear. “We should get back. You need to get home and clean up.” He says silent. “Patrick are you listening?” I ask grabbing his face. “It wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real. I didn’t…” He trails off looking at the ground. “Patrick I don’t know what that was, but I saw it too. It was real.” He stares at me in shock. He starts shaking his head frantickly. “No, no, no, no!”

I stand Patrick up and start walking away from our spot. We walk the way to my house, him muttering nonsense to himself about the encounter. We walk in the house and I see Henry passed out on the couch.

I lead Patrick to my room and then into my bathroom. He sits down on my toilet and allows me to clean off his face. I bend over to my bathtub and turn on the water. “Okay, get in.” I say gesturing to the shower. Patrick looks at me confused and still very dazed. “You need to shower. You actually smell like shit.” He huffs smirking slightly. “Wow thanks Bowers.” “Suck a cock Hocksetter.” I lean down to grab a towel form under my sink and when I stand up Patrick is shirtless.

I set the towel on the counter looking over his toned torso in the mirror. “Like what you see?” Patrick speaks breaking me from my trance. I scoff turning away from him. “Disgusted actually.”

I leave the small room and sneak into Henry’s grabbing some clothes for Patrick. As he showers I wait patiently on my bed for him to come out. The shower stops and it isn’t long before he walks out with the towel draped around his slim hips. “Here. these are Henry’s. I’ll wash your clothes so you can wear them tomorrow.” I push Henry's clothes into his arms and switching directions to grab his dirty ones.

Patrick POV:

I slip on the shirt, but the sweat pants seem to be too short so I simply wear the boxers. (Y/n) strides in without a word and goes to the bathroom after grabbing some clothes. The shower turns on and her voice is heard lightly singing a tune. I walk over to her dresser admiring the pictures set up. Her and Henry hugging on each other when they were younger. I trace the wood lining the opening of the drawer having my curiosity take over. I open the first drawer finding socks. Boring. The second I find her delicates. All silk or lace. (Y/n) Bowers. Who would’ve known she’d be such a naughty minx.

Her voice singing the sweetest notes she could reach pulls me in like a siren pulls sailors to death. I grasp the copper knob and silently twist opening the door way enough for my frame to slip through. Her voice continues letting out the smooth notes as if I wasn’t present. I walk closer to the shower curtain and peek through the small space between the curtain and the shower wall. The view of her skin fully on display. My breath catches in my throat and my actions play out faster than my thoughts.

I slide the curtain open revealing myself. (Y/n) shreeks attempting to cover her body, but I grasp her hands pulling them away calmly. I look at her in the eyes shaking my head. I place my hand upon her silky smooth cheek. “You’re beautiful.” I breath out looking down at her in amazement. Her breath in pants making her chest rise and fall quickly.

I look at her breaking my resistance. I lean in planting my lips on hers. She stands still for a few seconds until she wraps her hands around my neck and returns my actions. I pull her against me in a rush, disregarding the water soaking my shirt. I pull away leaving her breathless. She looks at me shocked as I simply exit the door.

(Y/n) POV:

Patrick closes the door leaving me in the running water alone. “What the fuck just happened?” I ask myself completely confused.

I turn the water off and step out looking at myself in the foggy mirror. Patrick Hockstetter just kissed me… while in the shower. What the fuck…

I slide my clothes over my body and take a deep breath before exiting the steamy room. I look over to see Patrick calmly laying down on my bed throwing one of my trinkets up in the air. I shuffle over to my beanbag and curl up with a blanket.

Patrick sits up and looks at me confused. “What are you doing?” “Um… I was planning on going to sleep.” I speak not looking at him. “In that? Don’t you want to sleep in the bed?” How can he be so calm? He’s acting like he didn’t just barge in on my shower and planted a rough one on me!

I shrug standing and making my way over to my bed. “I guess.” Patrick scoots over for me to slide into my covers. I lay down facing away from him. Nothing is said or done. We both just lay in silence. I feel his weight shift and soon after his lanky arms sneak around my waist pulling me flush against him. “Night (Y/n).” He whispers into my ear softly. “Goodnight Pats.” I smile softly enjoying the feel of someone else’s presence. Who would have ever thought it would be Patrick.

Tagged: @blissfully-untitled

[shedoesthings]

Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world. Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N. Warnings: Strong smut themes 

"You know you don't have to stay with me" you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop's offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop's just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop's for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He'd even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef. "And what would you do if you got a order in?" he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you. "I'm sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries" you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing. "Are you calling my job easy?" He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me. "I'm saying you shouldn't underestimate me" I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes. "Anyway" I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. "I was just thinking of you getting home. Won't Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were" you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against. "Trust me, I think they'll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don't think they'll want disturbing for a while now" he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It's at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn't seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over. "Hi" you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear. "Look who it is girls" Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom. "What can I get you?" "Tell me, Y/N" Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. "What was he like?" "What was who like?" you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted. "Moose?" "What are you talking about?" "Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He's telling anyone and everyone" she smirks, the other girls laughing. "That's... that's a lie" you stutter. "Right" they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey. "Excuse me" you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything. "Wow. Y/N what's wrong?" Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act. "Just get rid of them please" you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant. "One second" he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear. "No." you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless... Unless Moose said it himself? "That asshole!" you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. "Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity" "Your a virgin?" Jughead jokes, giving a confused look. "Now is not the time Jug"" "Sorry. Sorry" he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. "Why would he do that?" he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch. "The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn't gay. I said no. He's not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity" you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling. "I'm sorry Y/N" he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you. "I can't believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose" you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow. "I can't believe your still a virgin" he laughs. "Ugh." you groan, feeling the need to explode. "I really can't. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-" "No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it'll be your first time they always tell you they'll go slow with you. That your first time is special." you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. "Well how can it be special if it's just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where's the heat in that? People think they're being so romantic in 'I'll take it slow with you' but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That's romantic. No one seem's to get that." Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying. "Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it's just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I'll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?" you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual. "Got it" he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you. His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. "Jughead..." you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next. You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud. Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head. His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved. "Shut it Jones" you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead's hand slips to the waistband of your jeans... "Jughead. Y/N. I'm back" Pop's shouts as he enters the diner.

[that-quiet-girl-who-writes]

Too Close~Part 2 (JJ.)

A/N: Here’s part 2. Enjoy. Also I’m really close to 200 followers which is just fucking mind blowing to me.

Summary: Cheryl visits you again and gives you the news that Polly Copper escaped from the home which gives you an idea.

Pairing: Jughead x Blossom!reader

Word Count: 1281

Warnings: Swearing

Other Parts: Part 1-Part 3-Part 4-Part 5

She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to scream that she wanted her back too. She had already lost a sibling and she didn't’ want to loose the other. She wanted to scream that she was scared. Scared that Y/N was going to get to deep into this and end up right where Jason was. But she couldn’t. Not when she knew that if she said too much, if she told people that Y/N believed that their parents might be hiding something, she would end up putting both of them in a lot of danger.

~Y/N P.O.V.~

It was about a week later when Cheryl came back. I had been off throughout the week. All I could think of was Jughead sitting on the bleachers of Riverdale High, alone. I used to sit there with him, reading, doing homework or just listening to music while he wrote. We stayed on the bleachers because Juggie was an outcast and I was that one Blossom that interacted with the outcasts. I was only tolerated by the other students because of my siblings social status. If I wasn't a Blossom, I'm sure that i would be ridiculed, teased and probably in the play book at least twice by now.

Cheryl arrived in my room late one night. She had been very quiet and scarred the shit of me when she opened the door.

“Holy shit, Cheryl! I didn't even hear any footsteps! Seriously, how are you getting in here?”

“I have my ways.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Anyway, I came to tell you something. There's been more information on JJ’s case.” I grabbed her hand and we sat down on my bed together.

“What?! Like a lead? Or a suspect or something?”

“Not exactly. Do you remember Polly Cooper?”

“JJ’s girlfriend? Yeah.”

“She's pregnant.”

“Oh my god.” I breathed out. I couldn't believe it. There was still a piece of Jason left in the world. Jason had a kid. I was going to be an aunt.

“But,” Of course, I thought. There was always a ‘but’, “she ran away. You know how we thought that she was in a home because she went crazy after the breakup?” I nodded. “Her parents put her there because she was pregnant. When she found out what happened to Jason, she broke out.”

“Oh my god.” I said again. “This all happened in the last week?”

“Yes... Y/N you should know that Jughead has been even more involved in the investigation since you left. I think he might be trying to distract himself from you.”

I closed my eyes for a second. “Cherry does he know where I am?”

“I told him that our parents sent you away to school so you could be monitored for your behaviour and for health reasons.”

“You lied to him? Cherry.” I shook my head, bringing one hand up to cover it. I was a little angry with her, but I understood why she had done it. If anyone knew that I was here because I had potentially gotten too close to a secret, our parents would make sure there was no way Cheryl or I could ever tell anyone. “Does he know the name of the school?” “No. If he did, I’m almost positive that he would have tried to get here by now.”

“I want to see him.” “Y/N/N, no. I told you last time, it’s to much of a risk.” I took a deep breath, “I don’t care. I don’t- I don’t care anymore. I need to see him. I can’t focus on anything I’m doing because I am so worried that he’s going to get too close. The way that I did. And god knows what they would do to him if he did. Certainly not send him to a school.” “Who is ‘they’?”

“I don’t fucking know. That’s why I’m worried. I’m scared that it’s mom and dad, but I’m scared that it’s not because then it could be anyone. He doesn’t know what he’s getting into. This is fucking dangerous and I need to see him and tell him to back off. Please, just help me get out of here.”

“No! If you want me to tell him to stop pursuing Jason’s case, then I will tell him, but you are staying here!”

“Cheryl, please!”

“Y/N, we lost JJ. I am not going to lose you too.”

“...okay, fine. I’ll stay here.”

“Good. I’ll tell him that you want him to stay away from it all.”

“Thank you.” I said, hugging her tightly. “Could you also tell Betty that I hope they find her sister soon? And that I miss her too.”

“Of course.” She left shortly afterwards. I stood to look out the window. I could barely see anything but a few trees in the dark field outside my window. Jason had a child. His girlfriend was pregnant. That’s why he had been running away. Polly had been in a home. She had been sent away, just like me. But she had escaped. I looked down at the ground outside the window. It was only about five feet down. If Polly could do it, then why couldn’t I? I opened the window and took a deep breath.

~Cheryl’s P.O.V.~

Once again, Cheryl walked over to the table where Jughead was sitting with his friends. She would say what she had to say and than leave. She didn’t need to be seen hanging out with the sad breakfast club too much. Once again, they all turned to look at her, curious as to what she had to say this time.

“I have another message from Y/N.” She looked at Jughead. “She wants you to know that she’s fine and that she misses you, but not to worry because she’s safe. I told her that you were getting more and more involved with Jason’s case and she asked me to tell you to stay out of it.”

“What?”

“She doesn’t want you to get hurt. Betty-”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Jughead interrupted, “Why does she think that I could get hurt?”

“I don’t know Wednesday Addams. Maybe because there's a killer on the loose who we know has a gun.” Cheryl replied sarcastically. Jughead wasn’t buying it though. He could tell she seemed to be avoiding the real answer.

“Cheryl, do you or Y/N know something that we don’t?”

“No, we don’t and can assure you that if we did, we would be using that information to try and avenge our brother, Okay? So back off.” She turned away from Jughead. “Betty, Y/N says she misses you as well and she hopes that you find your sister soon.”

“Well, tell her I miss her too. When will you be seeing her again?”

“...I’m not sure.”

“Alright, well just tell her that we hope we get to see her soon.”

“Alright.” Cheryl turned and walked away from the group. All she could think was she shouldn’t have to be wondering when she was going to see her sister again. She shouldn’t have to wonder if her little sister was okay, locked up in a school where they were watching her every move.

Cheryl went to her next class with Ginger and Tina by her side. They sat down and the two followers began to discuss the latest gossip while Cheryl stayed silent. Class started, but about ten minutes in, there was a knock at the door. The teacher opened and Principal Weatherbee alongside Sheriff Keller stepped in.

“Could we see Cheryl Blossom for a moment?” The principal asked.

Cheryl stood up from her chair quickly, making it scratch the floor. “What is this about?”

“Could you come with me please, Miss.Blossom?”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Does this have something to do with Jason?”

“Miss.Blossom if you could just-”

“Tell me what this is about and I will come with you.” She said sternly.

The sheriff sighed, “It’s your sister.” Jughead, who was sitting in the back of the class, looked up when he heard this.

“What?” Cheryl asked looking a little scared.

“She’s run away from the school that your parents sent her to.”

Part 3

[vettyandberonica]

Archie Andrews Imagine

‘Extraordinary Measures’

Cheerleader/Football Archie Imagine #1

Summary:  Y/n is a cheerleader on the River Vixens and has a date with her quarterback boyfriend, Archie. The only problem is Cheryl won’t end practice.

Word Count: 1603

request:  Hi~ can you please do a cute archie x cheerleader reader? 🖤

a/n: I know actually nothing about cheer (even though I have so much respect for the sport) so I did a tiny bit of research for this. Sorry if I got any cheer lingo wrong or messed something up. Let me know and I’d be happy to adjust it! // Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted a Friday night football game kind of story so I kind of just did what I thought would be cool, but now I definitely want to write more cheerleader/football!archie stuff so be on the lookout. (Requests are open!)

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“Don’t mess, don’t mess,

don’t mess with the best ‘cause the best don’t mess!

Don’t fool, don’t fool,

don’t fool with the cool ‘cause the cool don’t fool!

From the east to the west

the Bulldogs are the best!

B-E-A-T beat ‘em! B-U-S-T bust ‘em!

Beat ‘em, bust ‘em, that’s our custom! Come on Bulldogs readjust ‘em!

Gooo Bulldogs!”

 You along with the rest of the River Vixens were breathing heavily after running another cheer, it could practically be called panting. You were the flyer, with three equally exhausted bases under you including Betty and Veronica, finished in a liberty position with your hands in a high v. You’d been practicing for close to four hours – with no water break. Cheryl was always aggressive but this was a new high even for her.

 “That was great ladies,” Cheryl yelled standing up from her spot on the bleachers. You looked down to Veronica and Betty and smiled in relief; it’d been a long day of getting yelled at by Cheryl and this seemed like progress. “Except that it wasn’t. It was actually terrible,” she walked down the bleachers toward the squad, putting an extra emphasis on ‘actually’. “My grandmother could cheer that better than you sacks-of-potatoes-with-skirts-and-ponytails that call yourselves ‘cheerleaders’. And she’s been dead since Obama’s first term.” Your face fell. You should have known. This was Cheryl Blossom we’re talking about.

 The bases helped you down and you all gave each other long, knowing stares with heavy eyes. “I swear to god, I’m gonna go New York on her,” Veronica threatened. All the Vixens were thoroughly done with Cheryl for the day. Unfortunately, though, it didn’t seem that she was done with you.

 She pulled out her megaphone for added drama. It’s not like she needed it. Even if her voice wasn’t extremely loud and high pitched enough to make dogs bark from a mile away, she was only standing like fifteen feet in front of you. “Why don’t we run ‘Be Aggressive’. Is that simple enough for you guys? Can your tiny little pigeon-brains handle that? And if it’s as bad as the rest of practice has been, it better be because all of you are puking your brains out or morbidly injured!”

 Everyone was parched and needed a break. You decided it was worth a try. “Cheryl?” All eyes turned to you with shock and desperation. She cocked her head, egging you on and crossed her arms, waiting for you to continue.

 Normally you would just deal with Cheryl and imagine something really embarrassing happening to her to make yourself feel better, but today she had put you in an especially bad mood. You we’re supposed to be going out with your boyfriend, Archie, soon but it didn’t look like she had any intention of ending practice in the near future. He was the school’s quarterback so he would be finishing up football practice any minute and you guys were supposed to be finished with rehearsal half an hour ago.

 “Uh, I was wondering if maybe we could get some water?” You asked with an especially pathetic expression and your best puppy dog eyes without being obvious. She gave you a blank expression and stared at you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Like 15 Mississippi seconds.

 “You know what?” she probed, still using the unnecessary megaphone, “Yes, you girls can get water. But only because if I have to listen to you imbeciles butcher another simple cheer, I’m going to Van Gogh both my ears off, and I mean that. Be back in two minutes.”

 A couple of girls ran up to you graciously but most just ran to their water to make the most of the time that was given. Two minutes in Cheryl-time was pretty different from two minutes in real-time. Just then, the football team parted ways signaling the end of practice. Some guys went to their cars but a lot stayed behind to watch the cheerleaders practice. It was kind of creepy but football normally got out after cheer so it wasn’t usually a problem.

 Archie, jogged over to you with his gear still on and his helmet in his hand. He smiled at you with crinkly eyes and ran his fingers through his disheveled copper hair. “How’s my favorite River Vixen?”

 You forwent an actual greeting and instead just yelled “WATER,” at him, grabbing the green bottle in his bag with the Gatorade logo on it and gulped it. It came out a little more desperate and forceful than intended but you figured he got the general ‘welcome’ message. When you finally came up for air he looked at you in awe and gave a chuckle, “Well hello to you too.”

 “Sorry, it’s just Cheryl’s been crazy all practice. This is literally the first water break we’ve gotten.”

 “Cheryl? Crazy? How new and different for her.” He leaned in to kiss you but you dipped out of the way.

 “I promise you don’t want to kiss me Arch, I’m really sweaty.” You handed him the bottle back.

 “Yeah, but I’m really sweaty too so it cancels out,” he leaned in and kissed you softly.

 You smiled up at him, “Ah yes, simple algebra. How could I forget?”

 The nice moment you were sharing was interrupted by the sound of nails on a chalkboard, also known as Cheryl Blossom’s voice through a megaphone, “ONE MINUTE”.

 Your head whipped around back to your boyfriend. You HAD to get out of this practice, and you had an idea of how. “Archie.”

 “Yeah?”

 “I need you to stomp on my foot right now.”

 He shook his head in confusion, “What? Why? You’re kidding, right?”

 “Archie please. I don’t have time for questions. Cheryl is gonna kill me, at least if I don’t get to her first. Now just please stomp on my foot. With the cleat, she’ll check for damage.”

 “You’re not kidding. Y/n! no! I’m not just going to crush your foot. Are you crazy?”

 “Come on!” you pleaded with him. You looked over at Cheryl. You could tell even from this far away that she was getting increasingly impatient which meant that you were running out of time. “You don’t even have to stomp that hard! Just like, leave a mark or something, I’ll act out the rest!”

 “Y/n, I’m not going to stomp on your foot.”

 “Archie,” you widened your eyes at him and talked slowly and deliberately. “I swear to the lord above if you do not stomp on my foot, with cleat, right now, then I will not talk to you for a solid week. I swear.”

 He opened his mouth to say something, contemplating what to do. He really didn’t want to hurt your foot but he knew that, strangely, you would be really mad at him if he didn’t.

 Cheryl’s voice rang from the megaphone, “LET’S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP VIXENS!”

 Archie went against his better judgment, lifting his foot about two feet off the ground and slammed it down onto your soft sneaker.

 “SHIT!” You buckled over and grabbed your foot in pain, balancing yourself by holding onto Archie with your other hand.

 “I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I really didn’t want to --”

 “It’s fine, Arch. That was perfect. But I will need you to carry me over to Cheryl. She’ll want to see this.”

 He put the rest of his equipment in his bag and lifted you up bridal style and headed towards the cheer squad. “Cheryl’s going to kill me right?” “Probably.”

 She had her back turned to you as she was yelling at a freshman about how her hair looked unprofessional. “Cheryl?” You called out to her. She whipped around and her jaw dropped.

 “What did you do to my flyer Andrews?!”

 He cautiously answered her, “I’m really sorry, I just accidentally stepped on her foot with my cleat…”

 “Which foot?!” Her eyes were wide with rage. You lifted your leg to indicate. She walked swiftly over to you and roughly pulled off your sneaker, making you wince a bit in pain. Sure enough, Archie’s cleats had left their mark. Your foot was red and it was obvious you couldn’t do anymore flying today. She threw the shoe into your hand that wasn’t wrapped around Archie’s neck. “Next time keep your big clown feet to yourself Boo Boo the fool.” She turned and walked towards her place in the bleachers. “Get out of my sight Y/n and put some ice on the foot. It better be healed by next practice,” she warned over her shoulder.

 You looked at Archie, “I think… we’re free to go.” You looked back at the squad and saw Betty and Veronica getting into formation to run something. Betty reached her arm out dramatically towards the two of you and you could see Veronica mouth the words ‘Take us with you’. You reached back mirroring Betty’s motion as Archie turned away and walked towards his car.

 “At least now we can make our dinner reservation. I got us a table at this great place called Pop’s. You probably haven’t heard of it, it’s pretty underground.” Archie quipped.

 “Oh yeah? Sounds cute. I really will need some ice when we get there though. You know you actually stepped on me pretty bad,” you said to him, knowing how it would make him react.

 “Are you kidding me? You forced me to do it! You threatened me!”

 “I’m kidding, I’m kidding relax. I will need some ice though.”

 “What are you? Some kind of masochist?”

 “Mr. Grey will see you now.”