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holidaywishes · 5 years ago

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Sweaty Betty’s

Summary: After your convocation, you head to a bar with a group of friends to celebrate finally being done with school.

Author’s Note: Not really much to say, other than I’m procrastinating doing my homework and my other series. I’ve learned my lesson from Hard Not To Notice and I split this one into two parts. BUT IT WILL ONLY BE THE TWO PARTS. I’ll eventually get back to writing my It Had To Be You series because that thing needs… something. But for now, here we are, with this Freddie Andersen imagine. So, I hope you enjoy this short little writing -- I have another angsty one in mind that I might write but we’ll see.

Warnings: fluff, drinking, some swearing, drunk fighting, smut in second part so there’s some hard fluff at the end to lead into it

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“Congratulations to the Class of 2019!” Lindsay, the class valedictorian, exclaimed, “Go out and live the best lives you can because it’s our turn now!” Everyone threw their caps into the air without caution and you quickly left your seat to find your friends, whose names were, haplessly, alphabetically opposite yours; embracing them in a tight group hug when you finally found them.

“WE GRADUATED!” Your best friend, Charlie, shouted into the group hug

“Can you believe it?!” you said, disbelief coating your words

“Not one bit,” another one of the girls, Blaire, added, making the rest of the group laugh, “but we did it guys. We’re done! No more assignments. No more midterms. No more finals, no more group projects!” Everyone laughed before eventually breaking up the hug, trying to decide what the plan was for the rest of the day

“I have lunch with my family,” you said pointing to your Mom and brother as they waited for the crowd to disperse around them, “my grandparents are coming into town. Aunts, Uncles, the whole shebang. You have no idea how stressed my Mom is; my Dad keeps bringing her chocolate every five minutes to calm her down…” You laughed and the group shared their plans for the rest of the day. It was a lot of family meals, celebratory drinks and photography sessions -- to which you rolled your eyes and gave a sarcastic remark.

“You know how my parents are,” your childhood friend, Darcy, defended, “they want pictures of everything and they hated those stupid Grad portraits. They figured they’d do it themselves…”

“I know I know, I was just kidding around” you replied before Lindsay came up to the four of you

“There she is! Miss Valedictorian herself!” Blaire shouted, “it was a great speech, honestly”

“Thank you Blaire” Lindsay replied

“We’re so proud of you Linds,” you cooed, bringing her in for a hug, “so what about you? What are your plans for the rest of Convocation Day?”

“We’re going camping…” she said, clearly not wanting to spend her weekend in a tent, “apparently my folks had it planned for months because we’re going to a place that we used to go to when I was a kid. My Dad is stressing out over me leaving to go work in Austin in January that he wants to spend as much time together as a family as we can…”

“It could be fun…” Darcy tried

“Trust me,” Lindsay leaned in, “I’d much rather be getting drunk with you guys tonight to celebrate, instead of being eaten alive by all the bugs…”

“You’ll be fine,” Charlie said, “just keep the bug spray close by.” Lindsay shoved Charlie lightly before saying goodbye to the group reluctantly; your brother coming up behind you and poking you in your sides, forcing you to quickly turn around and smack him

“JESUS BRADY!” you screamed, “how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!” He laughed, trying to dodge your strikes, before cozying up to Blaire

“So, Blaire, I know the perfect way to celebrate your graduation…” he tried to say the words seductively, “want me to show you?”

“Ew, Brady…” you whined

“I think you need someone to show you how to celebrate…” Blaire said, leaning into Brady, clearly trying to unsteady him, “I’ve got a pretty great arsenal of tricks that I could teach you…”

“Oh yeah?” Brady’s voice cracked, causing Blaire to finally break

“Sorry kid, you’re just a little too young for me,” she put a hand on his shoulder to let him down easy, “you guys have a great lunch, I gotta go. I can see my Dad waving me over. (Y/N), ladies, I’ll see you tonight?”

“Text me,” you said as you gave her a hug goodbye, “we’ll figure out a plan for tonight.” The group gave a collective round of ‘I love you’s’ as Blaire turned and walked toward her family.

“We gotta go too, (Y/N),” Brady nudged you, clearing his throat, “Mom has gone through four boxes of chocolate so far and I can only assume Dad is picking her up some more right now…”

“Okay,” you sighed, “he’s right. I’ll see you guys later, congrats guys!” Another round of hugs were given before you let the group go and you wandered over to your Mom

“My little graduate!” your Mom cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you tried to pull away, whining at her affection. When your Dad finally showed up, the four of you left for the restaurant and waited for the rest of your family to get there. It was a pretty mellow lunch considering how many people were there but it wore you out nonetheless. Your Dad dropped you off at your apartment so you could take a quick nap before the inevitable chaos that would happen later.

“Hey, sweets?” your Dad said before you left the car

“Yeah Dad?”

“I’m so proud of you,” he said and you gave him a small smile. He was easily your favourite person in the whole world but he didn’t get emotional very often, so hearing him say that he was proud of you was incredibly special, “I know I don’t say it very often but I am so incredibly proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. And everything I know you’re going to accomplish”

“Thank you Daddy,” you smiled, trying to hold back your tears, bringing him in for a big hug, “I love you so much. I don’t know how much of this I could’ve done without you; all of the times I was stressed out and thought I was better off dropping out than finishing my degree. You talked me off so many ledges, Dad.”

“It’s all you, baby girl,” he smiled as he pulled back to look at you, “a few words from me here and there to help you through sure, but you’re the one with the brains. You’re the one who was determined to succeed.” A stream of tears finally left your eyes and you noticed a few fall from your Dad’s as well

“Alright alright, no more crying!” you said, wiping your tears away, “I have to get some sleep, I’m exhausted…”

“I love you, (Y/N)”

“I love you too, Daddy.” You exited his car and wandered toward your apartment building, glancing back at him and waving him goodbye before he drove away. As soon as you got into your apartment, your WIFI connected and you were flooded with texts from Charlie trying to figure out plans for tonight.

“Have you ever heard of Sweaty Betty’s?”

“I heard it’s supposed to be a good place”

“Apparently, they have a big selection of whiskey and you like whiskey”

“Hello?!”

“There’s always like Dance Cave”

“Or I guess Stirling Room…”

“But this Sweaty Betty’s is probably a great place to start and then we can head to Little Italy -- Come See Me?”

“(Y/N)!! Answer me!”

“If you don’t answer me soon, I’m making the decision for us…”

“We’ve never been to the Speakeasy either. Wanna do that instead?”

“Literally we just need a place to get drunk…”

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)!”

“Holy Shit Char,” you finally texted back, “I just got back into my apartment. My data was off and there was no WIFI at the restaurant. You know I’m fine with whatever you pick. I do think though that the speakeasy should be saved for a night when we have like costumes or whatever lol”

“So… Sweaty Betty’s and then Come See Me?”

“I’m good with that? Have you texted everyone else?”

“Blaire said she’ll share an Uber with Darcy so they’ll meet us there probably. But…”

“But what? Who did you invite?”

“Don’t get mad, they wanted to come and they graduated too. Nick and Sam are gonna meet us there..”

“Ughhh! Charlie! Look whatever. Fine. As long as they don’t try to flirt with me or dance with me at any point during the night, I don’t care. They just creep me out. I can’t believe you invited them…”

“Honestly, they overheard me planning it and they kind of invited themselves..”

“Of course they did”

“It’ll be fine! Don’t worry”

“Whatever, okay. I’m gonna have a nap. Am I meeting for pre-drinks or are you coming here?”

“Hmmm, you’re closer to the bar. So I’ll come over to yours and we’ll call an Uber from there!”

“Alright. See you in a couple hours. Love you!”

“Love you babe!”

It must not have been typical bar Tequila that you’d been drinking because four shots in and you were barely able to see straight. At some point, you remember the shots hitting you inexplicably and you told Nick and Sam you didn’t want them around.

“This is supposed to be a celebration but you two are just making it weird,” you slurred, “face it, no one’s fucking you tonight. So why don’t you just go home...”

“There’s no need to be a bitch, (Y/N)...” Nick said, anger in his voice, masked only by embarrassment and you tried to fix it

“I.. I’m sorry.. I don’t kn-- I think I’m gonna be sick…” You held your hand over your mouth as you tried to maneuver through the crowd, noticing Sam storm off and Nick follow close behind him; all of a sudden you were filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt -- which was soon overpowered by the Tequila you were currently puking up. You had never been this bad before; not since your 18th birthday when your cousin, Mary, decided that she would show you the proper way to get drunk, not realizing her limits were vastly different from yours. A few glasses of water should make you feel better, so you cleaned yourself up in the mirror and gathered yourself enough to head back to Charlie and the girls.

“There she is” Blaire teased

“Can I get a glass of water please?” you asked the bartender, returning a quick Thank you when he placed the glass in front of you. It was gone almost instantly so, you asked for another before your friends got annoyed

“You can’t just stop drinking!” Darcy complained, “none of us drove. Which means none of us are the designated driver. None of us have to be group Mom tonight. The whole point is that we’re celebrating our graduation… We’re here to get drunk; fucked up!”

“Yes, Darce, I know,” you laughed, “but I just threw up, which means I need to add in some water.” You finished your second glass of water and then continued on with the night; laughing with your group of girlfriends, flirting with some strangers they brought into your circle and slowly added more cocktails into your repertoire.

“So ladies, what are your plans for the rest of the night?” one of the guys asked, leaning in close to Blaire who was not having it

“Girls night” she mocked

“We just graduated so we’ve got a lot planned” Charlie added

“Oh congrats on graduating!” another one of them said, “maybe we can help you celebrate.” You rolled your eyes at his comment and noticed Darcy mockingly put her finger down her throat before turning to the bartender to order a drink.

“Vodka tonic please” you heard her say

“I’ll grab a double Stoli cranberry” you said as you popped beside her

“These guys are so painfully obvious” she joked and you smiled

“If only Charlie weren’t so painfully hard up” you teased about your BFF

“I hope she doesn’t go home with one of them just yet, I do still want us all to celebrate together”

“We will! Don’t worry. Down the drink and we’ll get another” you mewed, giving her a wink. A few hours later and the drinks were starting to hit the girls in different ways; you couldn’t stop giggling, Blaire was looking for food, Charlie was kissing every stranger she came in contact with and Darcy was trying to convince everyone to dance with her. None of you realized how late it was until you contemplated heading to a club to dance.

“It’s too late for that, Darce…” Charlie whined, “we’d have to get an Uber and like.. find it…”

“We can go to a club tomorrow night,” you tried to compromise, “we’ll sober up and we’ll head to Come See Me first and just kinda stay there…” Darcy just frowned at you and you frowned back, feeling guilty that she hadn’t gotten to dance all night like she was promised; you dragged her out to a small clearing at the side of the bar to try and dance to the music that blared through the bustling bar. While the two of you were dancing, Charlie had invited a group of guys to surround her and Blaire, Charlie’s laugh permeating the crowd before it reached you.

“She doesn’t stop does she?” Darcy laughed

“Here, you go see what that’s about,” you nodded in your friends’ direction, “I have to pee…” You wandered to the washroom, staring at yourself in the mirror after washing your hands and tried to sober enough to talk to these strangers. You couldn’t say it was something you cared too much about but, on the off chance Charlie fell for one of these guys, you’d be damned if they only saw you as the drunk, rowdy best friend for the rest of your life. When you made your way back to the bar where Blaire, Charlie and Darcy were surrounded by four toned guys, you scooted past everyone to order yourself a drink instead of introducing yourself to anyone. That’s when he leaned into you and your breath never left your throat.

“Having a good night?” a tall red-head smiled in your direction and your eyes danced across his face, trying to find someway to speak, “I’m Freddie by the way.” His hand was nearly the size of your head and it took all of your composure to lift your hand up to shake his; slow and only slightly awkward. The girls around you had all paired off with a guy, even Darcy which surprised you more than you thought it would. You were brought back to Freddie, though, when he handed you the drink you ordered.

“Oh thank you,” you said shakily, “I’m (Y/N)...”

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N)” He returned, smiling down at you, making your cheeks flood with heat and you dropped your eyes to the floor so he wouldn’t see. It wasn’t long, however, until his hands found their way onto your hips and your eyes darted back to his; sure to never tear them away unless absolutely necessary.

Freddie’s P.O.V.

You wondered where she had been your whole life. This (Y/H/C) haired girl with the brightest smile you’d ever seen and eyes that sparkled like stars. She hadn’t spoke yet, so you weren’t sure what the melody of her voice would be but you imagined it would be mesmerizing. You finally introduced yourself to her, thinking she’d do the same, holding her hand while you waited but her attention seemed to go to her friends instead. You watched as her eyes scanned the group of your friends and hers when her drink came to be in front of you.

“Oh thank you” she said softly and you straightened your posture, “I’m (Y/N)”

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” You noticed a slight tinge of pink stain her cheeks before she dropped her eyes to the floor and you just wanted to see those beautiful eyes sparkle again; placing your hands on her hips. She looked up at you with such intent that you couldn’t bear to tear your eyes away from hers. She was the one to finally break the eye contact

“So… what do you do, Freddie?” she asked with a shy smile, tucking some hair behind her left ear

“I’m a goalie” you said, trying not to mention your team and gauge her reaction when you noticed her eyes grow a little wide

“Oh no…” she giggled, “you’re not crazy are you?” You laughed at her response before shaking your head

“I don’t think so, no”

“Okay good, ‘cause my brother plays goalie in his little local league and he’s kinda, you know,” she joked, “he’s a little crazy. I mean you have to be just a little crazy right?”

“I mean, sure, yeah, to have hockey players and pucks flying at you…”

“Right!” she laughed, her smile beaming, and you couldn’t take your eyes off her but she was started to drift away from you; her shyness creeping up to her so you leaned in to talk to her

“What about you?” you asked

“Me? I don’t play sports. No I would fall over myself and get a concussion for sure…”

“Is that so?”

“Painfully.” You laughed and finished your beer, ordering another before you asked (Y/N) what she did for a living

“I’m a student.. Well I just graduated, we all did. That’s why we’re here..” she said, before looking at her friends flirting with yours and she laughed, “I guess now I have to find a job with my degree”

“Well I’m sure that won’t be hard. What degree?”

“Early Childhood Education, with a double minor in Psychology and Music Studies. It was kind of a bitch to get through but I’ve always loved kids and music has a way of... as cheesy as it sounds... really helping people. So I thought why not combine everything and give the kids their best chance?”

“Wow.. I’m surprised,” you said and noticed her face contort, forcing you to backpedal, “no no, I just mean, you have an idea where you want to go and what you want to do”

“Sort of, not really. I just graduated today so I haven’t thought too much about it.” After a while, you realized that you hadn’t introduced (Y/N) to anyone, so you brought her over to everyone; your hand on the small of her back

“(Y/N), this is Auston, Willy and Connor, guys this is (Y/N)”

“Nice to meet you” they said together and she reciprocated the statement before her friend interrupted the conversation by pulling Willy in for a sloppy kiss

“Oh jeez” she said before bursting into a fit of laughs

“Why don’t we go find a place to sit down?” You said, leaning down to speak in her ear

“You really think we’ll be able to find something?” she asked looking around the crowded bar and you took her hand to lead her through the space. Once you found a partly empty couch, you asked if she was okay sharing the space and she nodded; you sat down next to the couple that was busy making out and she sat down next to you, unintentionally tucking herself in, “oh gosh, I didn’t realize how low this was. I’m sorry..” Her face was flustered as she tried to put some space in between the two of you but you didn’t mind; damn she was cute, and it took more of your willpower not to lick your lips as your eyes danced around her face

“It’s okay. How are you feeling?” you checked in and she looked up at you before smiling

“I’m good,” she said with a laugh on her tongue, “I’m feeling a bit of a buzz but not too much where I feel like I’ll get sloppy”

“Well that’s good,” You laughed before looking down at your lap, catching a glimpse of a tattoo on her inner knee and you grazed your thumb over it gently, “what’s this?” She seemed to be embarrassed about it and she pushed your hand away so she could cover it

“We were -- I was drunk… It was a long night and an even longer story” she blushed and you told her that you didn’t mind; you had time to listen, and she sighed heavily before agreeing to tell you, “don’t judge me okay?” you nodded, allowing her to continue, “Charlie and I had just come from her ex’s Frat House, it was a big end of semester party and he broke up with her because he claimed ‘she was only good once’ and she was rightfully pissed. So, we got drunk, flirted with some horribly misogynistic Frat bros, who we’re almost positive were trying to put something in our drinks, and then peaced when Charlie realized her ex wasn’t paying her any attention. We passed by a tattoo parlour that for some reason was still open and we begged the tattoo artist to give us a tattoo. Charlie started crying when he said we were too drunk and she turned to me and gave me that look that best friend’s give. The one that says ‘do this for me because I really need it right now’ and I was too drunk to argue, so I told the guy that we just wanted to do something dumb because we hated the guys in our life, and if he gave us a tattoo…” she scrunched up her face before continuing the story

“What?” you asked, egging her on

“God, it’s awful to even think back on”

“You gotta tell me. I said I wouldn’t judge”

“Ugh,” she groaned, “I said if he gave us a tattoo, he could put it anywhere he wanted…”

“The tattoo right?”

“Yes! That’s what it was supposed to be but, because I was so drunk, it came out all sexual and he jumped at the chance. He sat down and asked us what we wanted and where and I looked at him kinda confused at that point. I said ‘we’ll get matching tattoos I guess?’ and expected him to pick a spot and for Charlie to pick the tattoo; still not realizing that he didn’t take what I said how I meant him to take it and then Charlie passed out!”

“What happened then?”

“He yelled at me! He was all, what the fuck is this? What kind of guy do you think I am? I got super confused and said all we wanted was a tattoo and that we weren’t picky about the location. Then he seemed to get pissed and he started tattooing Charlie’s knee and told me ‘they had to match’ so I sat down on a different table while he did mine…” it was at this point that she showed you the small tattoo, “I got bitch, she got slut. I have no idea why he chose the inner knee but it’s easy enough to hide. And it’s quite the story…”

“Holy crap, so what happened when Charlie woke up and saw the tattoo?”

“She wasn’t happy about it. I mean who wants slut permanently on their skin? But when she saw mine, and I told her what happened, she was grateful that I didn’t just leave her. She said it would’ve been super easy to just abandon her or let her have an embarrassing tattoo on her own but the fact that I got just as embarrassing of a tattoo proved that we really were best friends…”

“That’s actually really sweet”

“It’s the most embarrassing moment of my life. No one else knows, not even Blaire or Darcy. They’ve never seen the tattoo’s. So, consider yourself lucky…” She laughed and you leaned in closer to kiss her but she moved away

“I didn’t mean..” you stammered

“No.. I know, I’m sorry. I just… tell me something about you,” she quipped, “I don’t know anything about you. Other than you’re a goalie…”

“Professional goalie” you clarified and she nodded with a small smile

“Right. For any team I might know?” she asked and here was the moment you were dreading. You had never tried to hide the fact that you were The Leafs goaltender before but you’d also never been faced with a situation where someone in Toronto didn’t recognize you. Being a 6’4” red-headed goalie in the NHL often meant you got recognized wherever you went. But when you realized she didn’t know you or the guys, you didn’t want her view of you to change. The night was going so well and telling her this could go one of two ways; either she hangs all over you, changing the way she’d been acting all night, or she acts like it’s no big deal. You were really hoping for the latter… “Freddie?” Her voice rang through to you and you realized you hadn’t said anything in about a minute

“Sorry,” you smiled awkwardly, “Toronto…”

“What?” she said confused

“I’m the Leafs goaltender…”

“Oh..” she said quietly, looking at her empty glass before looking back up at you, “wow.” You weren’t sure how to respond to her almost lack of response, forcing you to lean back against the couch and sigh to yourself, “I’m sorry,” she said finally, laughing a little, “that’s probably not what you were looking for. I’ve never met a professional athlete before and I don’t really know.. the protocol? Plus, I grew up a Habs fan, so my brother would kill me if he knew I was talking and drinking with a Leaf…” You let out a sigh of relief before laughing at her words

“There’s no protocol, just talk like we were already talking. No need to bring up work…”

“You wanna dance?” she asked, placing her glass on the side table as you agreed, following her to a clearing just past your intertwined group of friends. There wasn’t a lot of space to dance and, in hindsight, it might have been better to find a spot on the patio to dance. But there was a group of people dancing so it’s not like it was something you shouldn’t do and the music was high energy, making you think that they wanted people to dance and have a good time. You and (Y/N) were laughing at how equally out of sync you were with the music before she eventually wrapped her arms around your shoulders to sway with you; you spun her around a few times, causing her to laugh brightly and bump into you on her return. The only trouble came when (Y/N)’s friends came over with the guys to dance near the two of you and they got really animated, mockingly singing along to the songs and grinding on each other.

“I’m sorry about them…” (Y/N) apologized for her friends, her arms still around your shoulders and you looked down at her with a smile

“It’s okay, they’re having fun.” You were surprised when she pulled you with her as she backed away from the group to continue you dancing. She twirled once and laughed when she lost her footing, just missing bumping into someone and you pulled her into you to catch her from falling; her eyes locking onto yours as the music seemed to beg for your lips to touch.

“AHHH” she let out a breathless scream as a stranger had spilled his cold drink down her back

“Watch it bitch” he yelled at her and you tried to push past (Y/N) to challenge him but when she apologized quietly, you let it go.

“Are you okay?” you asked

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m just gonna go see if I can dry some of this with the hand dryer” she laughed, walking toward the bathroom; you stood near the door, waiting for her to come out.

“Fred, she’ll be fine. Come wait by the bar,” Willy called to you, “want a drink?” You hesitantly went to the bar to join the group, ordering a beer when you got there. It wasn’t long before you noticed the guy who spilled his drink on (Y/N) whispering with his friends and you couldn’t help but think that they were planning something. When Auston noticed you staring, he followed your line of sight

“Freddie…” he yelled to you, “what’s up?” you didn’t answer, instead kept your gaze locked on them when you heard the door open and noticed (Y/N) come out; stepping in front of her before another drink could be spilled on her.

“Freddie…” you heard (Y/N) whisper from behind you

“Well that’s not the wet t-shirt we wanted to see…” the group of drunk guys laughed and you noticed Freddie’s jaw clench; you grabbed his arm to stop him from starting a fight but it really didn’t do much since your touch was so light

“You think you’re funny?” he yelled, closing the gap between the two of them

“Actually, yeah, I think I’m hilarious” the guy countered

“Why don’t we see how funny it is when it happens to you.” It was meant to be threatening but it didn’t really have the effect that Freddie wanted and you could see him getting frustrated when the guys laughed him off

“What are you gonna do about it, Ed Sheeran?”

“That the best you got?”

“I hear Gingers have no souls. That true?”

“Sounds like you wanna find out.”

“Come at me bro”

“Freddie it’s not worth it, okay, they’re drunk. Just leave it…” you tried

“Now that I’m looking at her, I’m not sure I really would’ve wanted to see her tits” one of the guys laughed, another one chiming in right after

“Me either, guess we dodged a bullet…” The group of guys were met by a fit of laughter from each other and Freddie smiled sarcastically at them before looking at you to gauge your reaction. You weren’t sure what he took from the look on your face but you hoped that you were portraying a look that said ‘please don’t’

“You’re a real group of bros aren’t ya?” he said sternly and the guys seem to stick up their chins, “I bet you make all the girls swoon, you know, when you try?” You weren’t entirely sure where this was headed, and you could tell his friends didn’t either, so you kept your hand on his arm, “I bet most of you are single, huh?”

“By choice” the group grunted and Freddie laughed

“Not by your choice though, right?” he mocked, “see, when you don’t respect women, women don’t respect you… And you, my friends, need to learn some respect”

“What do you expect us to do, Grandpa? Apologize,” one of the guys laughed, “I’m sorry your chick is such a bitch and a cow but she should really make space--” His speech was cut short by Freddie punching him square in the eye and you let out a gasp and tried to stop him from going too far

“Freddie STOP!” you yelled but the guy hit back, connecting with Freddie’s face, and it took all of your strength to drag Freddie away before security kicked you all out

“BACK OFF, YOU FUCKING GIANT!” the one yelled

“Tough guy can’t take a fucking hit huh? What’s wrong, bro?” Freddie taunted. You were beginning to panic when Blaire motioned to the door, signalling she had called an Uber

“Freddie, please, let’s just go. Please…” you begged, still pulling on his arm. He looked back at you and realized what he must look like to you. He followed you out of the bar to the line of cars lined along the sidewalk and you tried to find the Uber that was waiting for Blaire.

“It’s this one love,” Blaire called out to you and Freddie, talking to the driver while the two of you made your way to the car. Blaire confirmed your address with the driver and gave you a hug goodbye as you got into the car with Freddie. It was quiet for a bit, so much so that your driver turned on the music to lessen the awkward silences; forcing you to look at Freddie with a smile. You noticed his fists were still clenched and his eye was cut.

“Here, let me take a look at you,” you said softly, shifting your body to face him, pulling his face closer to yours gently, “does it hurt?”

“No,” his voice was harsh and you thought that maybe he didn’t want to be touched, so you eased back, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I just hated the way they were talking about you…”

“They’re just dumb boys who had way too much to drink…”

“But they shouldn’t have talked like that. It’s not okay…” He grabbed your hand, turning his body to you, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Thank you,” you smiled, almost to yourself, “for defending me. It’s funny, you know, me and Darcy talked about this a couple days ago…”

“Talked about what?”

“She asked me what I would do if two guys ever fought over me…” you giggled, looking back at Freddie, “yeah this isn’t the exact thing she was thinking of, but it’s pretty close…”

“And you told her…?”

“I said I didn’t think I’d be into it. It’s too much ‘peacocking’ for me,” you admitted but when you saw Freddie’s face fall, you tried to explain, “I didn’t think it would be fighting over me to defend me, if that makes sense? I thought if two guys were fighting over me, it would be something… else… I’m not really sure what. But I don’t know, I liked that you stuck up for me. You didn’t have to, especially if it meant getting into a fist fight, but I appreciate it…”

“I couldn’t just let it happen without at least trying to make it right…” he whispered, “I guess I should’ve known it wouldn’t end well”

“Eh, what’s one small cut?” you smiled, examining the mark on his eyebrow, noticing the skin around it begin to purple. It wasn’t long after that you were dropped off at your apartment building

“Can I just order an Uber and you’ll accept my ride? Does that work?” Freddie asked the driver

“Hold on, wait,” you said abruptly, “what are you doing?”

“Getting a ride home?”

“You’re not coming to say goodnight?” you pouted and watched as Freddie exited the car slowly; the Uber driving off without hesitation, knowing Freddie wasn’t in need of his services; a small smile dancing on your lips. You took Freddie’s hand and led him to the door of your building, laughing when you stumbled occasionally on seemingly nothing, trying not to disturb your neighbours but fearing that you were most likely failing.

“How much farther?” Freddie chuckled from behind you, placing his large hands on either side of your waist to steady you, “should I be carrying you?”

“No no, it’s just a little further..” you said, “unless you want to carry me?” The smile that arose on your face was mirrored quickly on Freddie’s and he jokingly leaned down to pick you up, forcing a loud squeal to escape you and you quickly covered your mouth in embarrassment. When you finally got to your apartment, you turned your key slowly, unsure of how the night would proceed, and gestured for Freddie to come inside once you were in. You noticed him wander around your apartment, looking at the pictures on the walls and the many decorative throw pillows strewn over your couches and chairs, before finally taking a seat

“So, I take it you like pillows?” he joked, making you smile from the kitchen where you stood filling two glasses of water

“I get it from my Mom I think…” you admitted, “she always put out two or three Christmas pillows on every couch in the house during the holidays and then she started finding really punny ones for Halloween, so the whole house was practically bursting in pillows by the time I turned 10. She gave me a couple but I ended up getting some for my dorm anyway, before I moved in here two years ago. When I unpacked I noticed that I had more pillows than couch space.” You laughed uncomfortably as you sat next to Freddie, angling your body until your knees just barely brushed his and waited for him to speak

“I like them. It makes the space feel… homey. Cozy.” He smiled to which you responded brightly, claiming that’s exactly what you were going for. The two of you burned through a few topics rather quickly, laughing here and there when he told you about an ex girlfriend in Denmark and you told him how much your brother used to torment you, regardless of you being the older sibling. You sobered up after the numerous glasses of water you’d had but you didn’t want the night to end or, rather, Freddie to leave. Carefully, you moved closer to him as to not startle the situation but you also didn’t want to push your luck; thinking maybe you’d embarrassed yourself so much tonight that any sudden actions may cause Freddie to think lowly of you. To your surprise, he moved his arm to the back of your couch, allowing you to move even closer to him and your heart began to race; having gone all night without having his lips grasp yours shocked you and, you thought to yourself, it was about time to right that wrong.

You wanted to push forward into him but, for some unknown reason, your head told you to stop, as if to say, “be a lady, (Y/N), don’t be desperate…” It seemed to discourage your thoughts on allowing the night to proceed the way you expected it to. Freddie, it seemed, did not approve of this as he wanted the kiss and the expectation of the night as much as you did; however, he seemed to gauge your uncertainty and moved slowly towards your lips, pushing you closer to him by pressing his hand on your back, between your shoulder blades; his breath was warm as it brushed across your skin and through your hair, suddenly his hands were on your hips and yours had snaked up to linger on his neck. You couldn’t control your breathing anymore and the heat in your face must clearly be showing now, this waiting was becoming painful and, unintentionally, you moaned Freddie’s name, leading him to finally brush his lips against yours lightly; his tongue eventually finding yours and dancing with it slowly.

It wasn’t long before the kissing became harsh and much more sloppy, encouraging you to straddle Freddie; your hands lingering on his chest while you returned to capture his lips and continue dancing your tongue alongside his. When Freddie’s large hands gripped your hips tightly, likely leaving bruises on your delicate skin, your hands snapped to the back of his head to pull at his loose ginger curls. His lips travelled from your lips to your collarbone and hesitant moans escaped your throat as your nails dug into Freddie’s shoulders, marking his skin with small crescent moons underneath his shirt; moving him to lift you up and carry you through your apartment until he found an open door, not caring whether there was a bed in it or not. He’d just as soon place you gently on the floor or up against the wall if there was no mattress.

“Mmm” you hummed before directing him into the right room where he climbed onto your bed with you still wrapped tightly around his body until you felt the fabric of your duvet underneath you. Quickly, your hands found the hem of Freddie’s t-shirt, passing the soft fabric between your fingers for a few seconds before pushing it up, forcing Freddie to lift his arms to allow the shirt to move above his head and, subsequently, onto the floor.

“Do you have a condom?” He breathed into your ear as he continued kissing your neck and you honestly couldn’t remember. The last time you had sex was in January, just before winter break had ended and you were forced to return to classes.

“Uhmm…” you hummed nervously, tracing circles on his chest before he caught your eye and asked if something was wrong, to which you assured him everything was fine but, “we’ll have to search the apartment.. but that might ruin the mood..” Freddie pursed his lips and studied your eyes silently

“What are you thinking?” he asked you and you just smiled before pressing your lips back onto his

“Just that I like the way your lips taste,” you kissed him once more, “and the way they feel across my skin. And I wonder how the rest of you would feel against the rest of me…”

#Frederik Andersen #Freddie Andersen #Frederik Andersen Smut #Freddie Andersen smut #masterlist #TML smut #TML imagine #Frederik Andersen Imagine #Freddie Andersen imagine

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dr0wning-in-hell · 8 years ago

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A Wolf in Riverdale - Riverdale / Teen Wolf pt 2

Summary : After the new girl from Beacon Hills arrives in the dark town of Riverdale, five teens witness first hand that monsters hide as humans. With the full moon ahead and hunters running around, Y/N has to keep her secret safe, but that changes when a peculiar group of teens find her in the woods.

Word Count : 3017

Warnings : brother!derek, fighting, blood,

Pairing : werewolf!reader x riverdale characters

Prompt : —

A/N : second part to this little mini series! I really want to do more crossovers and stuff for Riverdale bc that is the shit man !!!!! anyways, hope you enjoy!

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A week had passed since Y/N arrived, and all she wanted to do was go back home to Beacon Hills. She missed her friends, her school, her lacrosse games. Y/N missed all of it. The thoughts and memories of her past in Beacon Hills surrounded her head, pulling out so many details that the wolf missed dearly. She sighed as she pulled her leather jacket over her shoulders, finishing off her outfit for the day.

“Derek! I’m gonna take the truck to school!” Y/N shouted to her brother as she scampered down the stairs. Y/N hadn’t seen her brother since last night, but she wasn’t worried about him; he had gone missing times so many times before that this was normal for them. Y/N grabbed the keys to their shared vehicle, and got in. The inside smelled like home, it smelled like Beacon Hills. Shaking her head, Y/N started up the car engine and drove down to the high school. Y/N was used to people staring at her back home, she intimidated almost everyone except for the few friends she had, but here? People stared at her not only with intimidation, but lust. Most of the guys in the school were already talking about trying to get into her pants, but knowing Y?N there was no way in hell she’d let that happen.

Y/N stepped into the building, heads twisting in her direction and watching as she gracefully made her way to her locker. As she pulled out her books and extra pencils, Y/N felt a presence beside her. Slamming her locker, Y/N turned her body to face the person that was standing near her. It was a football player, one that reeked of cheap cologne and hairspray. His black hair was parted and held back by what was probably an entire can on hairspray. Y/N held back a gag. The boy looked at her, his eyes raking over her body as if she were a slice of meat.

“Hey.” He said, leaning against the lockers. “I’m Reggie.” Y/N rolled her eyes. She knew a fuck boy when she saw one, and this ‘Reggie’ kid was definitely a fuck boy.

“And I don’t care.” Y/N snapped, starting to walk away from him. He grabbed her wrist, making her turn around. Growling lowly, Y/N retracted from the boy’s grip, her eyes blazing with anger. “Don’t you dare ever touch me again, got it? If you do, I’ll rip out your throat.” Reggie rose an eyebrow.

“Sweetie, you’re in Bulldog territory, you can’t do anything to me.” He said, smirking. His smirk soon faded as Y/N took a large step towards him.

“You may be a Bulldog, but I’m a wolf and wolf’s are far more dangerous than dogs. So go ahead, try me and see what I do.” By now everyone’s conversations had stopped and they listened to Reggie and Y/N go at each other. Reggie didn’t say anything, he just walked away. Y/N rolled her eyes, ignoring everyone’s whispers and stares as she made her way to her class. As soon as she sat down, a feminine body stood in front of her. Looking up, Y/N locked eyes with someone who looked awfully like a friend of hers- Lydia Martin.

This girl on the other hand, was no Lydia Martin. She wore fancy clothes that were not for school, wore matching gloves, and a designer hand bag. Y/N gagged on the inside. The Lydia look alike smiled and spoke to Y/N.

“I saw how you handled Reggie out there in the halls, very brave.” She said. Her head turned and she looked at one of the students who was sitting next to Y/N. The look the red head gave him was enough to get him out of his seat and into a new one. She sat in the seat once it was empty, and looked back at Y/N. “My name is Cheryl.” She said. Y/N nodded.

“Y/N Hale.” Cheryl’s eyes seemed to spark with a dark kind of excitement.

“Hale, huh? Wasn’t your Uncle some kind of lunatic or something?” Y/N gritted her teeth.

“He was definitely something alright.” With the ring of the bell, the rest of the students that were wondering out in the halls came in. Y/N couldn’t remember their names, but she could always remember a face- and she remembered the faces of the ginger boy, the raven haired girl, and the blonde girl who definitely did not like Y/N. As they walked in they turned their heads, their eyes widening as they saw the new girl sitting with Cheryl Blossom. The three teens sat near one another, their eyes not leaving Y/N till they sat down.

The teacher began her lesson, but Archie, Betty, and Veronica were to busy whispering about Y/N and Cheryl. Y/N, being the nosy werewolf she was decided to listen on the trio’s conversation.

“Why is she talking to Cheryl?” It was Betty who spoke with venom in her voice.

“I don’t think she really is talking to her, I think Cheryl is trying to talk to Y/N.” Veronica. Y/N moved uncomfortably in her seat as she continued to listen. The talking stopped shortly after that when Y/N had to duck her head act as if she wasn’t listening them talk about her.

Class went on, but Y/N had this anxious feeling growing inside her as she kept thinking that they were going to find out what she was. By the time third period had rolled around, she was still pondering on the thoughts of someone in that little… clique to find out her secret. Luckily, for Y/N her third period was Physical Education.

Y/N changed, being careful of the burn scars on her back. Even with the healing powers of being a werewolf, the burn scars from that fire back in Beacon Hills, those will never go away. Again, people began whispering about Y/N, but this time it was about her burn scars. Rolling her eyes, Y/N slammed her locker shut which stopped all conversations as she walked out of the locker room and out onto the football field. Slowly everyone else made their way outside, talking and whining about ‘how they hate P.E.’. Y/N chuckled as she tightened her Y/H/C ponytail. A few feet away she saws that red haired boy jogging up to her.

Breathing heavily, he walked the last few steps up to the she-wolf. He grinned at her as he began to speak. “Hey, Y/N.”

Y/N gave a small smile back to the boy. “Hey… you.” She still couldn’t remember his name, and they shared most of their classes. The ginger laughed.

“Archie.” He said, heling Y/N out. She nodded, chuckling softly. Just as Archie was about to speak again, their coach told them to start running. Y/N started off at a slow rate, well slow for a werewolf, just to make sure that she was blending in. Archie came jogging up next to Y/N, arms pumping as he took in deep breathes. He turned his head, smiling at her. “You know, you’re pretty slow.” He teased. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“Me? Slow? No, I’m actually holding back.” Archie chuckled, not believing her. Y/N rose an eyebrow back at him, a silent question for a race. Archie nodded and the two sprinted, trying to get a head one another, and with the super speed Y/N had because of her werewolf genes, she easily out ran the ginger. She was the first one to finish, leaving not only Archie but everyone else in the dust. The coach looked at her, astonished.

“Hale, that... that was incredible. Have you considered joining the track team?” He asked her. Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“No, sir, I’m more into lacrosse.” The confused look on the coach’s face gave away that he really knew nothing about the sport. Once everyone gathered together they began their stretching. Y/N walked over to Archie, who was breathing heavily. She smirked, knowing that his ego went down at his loss.

Archie shook his head as he stretched his arms over his chest. “Don’t give me that look, Hale.” You chuckled, shrugging. “But I agree with coach, you really should go out for the track team.”

Y/N shrugged, tucking back a loose strand of her hair. “I don’t stay in once place for to long, so I don’t join any clubs or anything.” Archie gave the girl a questioning look, but before he could ask any further questions the boys and girls were split up for the rest of class.

School ended rather quickly after that, seeing as though Y/N didn’t go to the rest of her classes. Usually Derek would text Y/N through out the day, asking her if she needed anything, but for some reason she got no messages from her older brother. At first Y/N let it roll off her back, but then she remembered Mexico and the Calivaras, and now she automatically thought that the hunters in this town had gotten to him. Y/N slammed her locker as she shoved her unwanted books in the empty space. She jumped, seeing Archie and his friends standing behind her.

“Woah, why are you jumpy all of a sudden?” Veronica asked, seeing it as a joke. Y/N shrugged, gulping.

“It’s nothing.” She waved off the question. “What’s up?”

The teens looked at each other before looking back to Y/N. “We’re investigating a recent murder in Riverdale, and we were wondering if you wanted to help.” Archie said. Tonight. No not tonight.

Y/N shook her head frantically as she began backing away into the crowded halls. “I can’t, I have to take care of somethin. I’m sorry!” She shouted as she jogged down the hall and out to her car. She completely forgot that tonight was the full moon, but when they mentioned it she began to feel the effects from it already. Y/N drove home quickly, going way over the speed limit. When she pulled up into the driveway of her house she ran inside, looking for Derek. When she walked in her heart sunk. Glasses and dishes were broken, chairs were flipped, her couch was torn apart, and sitting on the table was a note.

Y/N Hale, we will return your brother home if you come to us in the woods tonight. We will exchange him for you, the she-wolf. Come alone.

How did they know about her? How did they know she was an evolved wolf? Better yet, why wasn’t the note signed by the hunters who took her brother?

Y/N huffed, stomping up to her brother’s bedroom and taking in the scent of his shirt. If she was going to find these people in the woods, she might as well find them by using her brother’s scent.

Y/N got to the woods quickly, running there instead of taking the truck. By the time she got there, the full mon had began to rise and she could feel her body shifting. Groaning in pain, Y/N hunched over, her extended claws digging into the tree bark. Y/N howled, her head rising and teeth clashing as she changed into her wolf form. In slow, agonizing seconds, Y/N could feel the dirt and twigs under her black paws. She let the scent of her brother guide her to the hunters, her scent of smell stronger because of the full mon.

When Y/N found her brother she stopped as she recognized one of the hunters. Cheryl. She stood by -who Y/N thought were her parents- and a few other people who held very large guns. Y/N stepped back slowly, her paws digging farther into the dirt. The older woman amongst the group smiled wickedly.

“Y/N Hale, we didn’t think you’d come tonight.” Y/N saw her brother roll his eyes at the woman.

“Of course she came, I’m her family and we don’t leave family behind.” The woman paid no attention to Derek, just waved off the sound of his voice. Cheryl tensed slightly at the sight of Y/N in her wolf form. Of course, this must have been her first time out on a hunt with her parents after all.

“Y/N, change back to your human form and come with us.” The woman said. Y/N looked at Derek, and he shook his head. She could barley see his claws extending as he himself was giving into the power of the full moon. Y/N growled, barring her teeth. The hunters raised their guns, but before they could shoot Derek and Y/N attacked them all, except for Cheryl who ran off into the woods. Y/N was able to take down nearly four hunters, and as she lunged for another one of the ones she thought she took out, got back up and shot her in the side. She howled out in pain, falling to her side. Derek growled, attacking the rest of the hunters and chasing them off.

Slowly Y/N began to shift back, but she could already feel the effects of the wolfsbane coursing through her body. Derek kneeled down next to his younger sister, pain and sadness washing over his face. Just as Y/N finished shifting, Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead ran up onto the scene. They all froze at the sight of the naked girl in front of them with a bloody bullet wound to her side. Derek looked up, eyes narrowing. Y/N was unconscious by now, the pain of the bullet and the wolfsbane were making her weak. Derek twisted his head and looked at the teens.

“Someone give me their jacket.” He said. It wasn’t a question, it was a flat out demand. Archie moved quickly, shrugging of his jacket and handing it to Derek. Derek quickly wrapped it around Y/N’s body and lifted her up. Even when she was out cold, she could still feel the pain. She let out a whimper, her eyes squeezing shut.

“We need to call an ambulance.” Veronica said as she fumbled to pull out her phone. Derek gave her a warning look.

“No, they can’t help her.” He said. “I need a car, did you guys drive out here?” They all nodded. “Good, you’re taking me back to my house.” The teens didn’t hesitate, they just showed Derek the way to their car. Kevin pulled open the back door to let Derek place Y/N in the back seat. One of the teens tossed Derek the keys and quickly got into the drivers seat as the others squeezed into the truck. Archie sat at Y/N’s head, lifting it slightly and then resting it on his lap. With everyone in the truck, Derek sped down the roads and to his house.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open a bit, her pupils dilating. “Der...” She croaked out. Derek looked back, frowning. “It... hurts.”

“Shh, I know it’s the wolfsbane.” He said, speeding up more.

Archie furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s wolfsbane?” He asked, stroking Y/N’s hair softly in a soothing matter. Derek sighed.

“It’s a plant that’s toxic to dogs and werewolves.” Archie’s movement stopped and looked at his friends, their eyes widening along with his. Within minutes Derek pulled up into the driveway. Derek got out and picked up Y/N, kicking open his front door and laying Y/N down on the kitchen table. Derek quickly grabbed a pair of his sisters sweat pants along with the first aid kit and bandages. Y/N’s eyes started to drop again, her heart beat slowing down. Derek pulled out different tools and moved Archie’s jacket aside.

Betty gulped, trying to look away. “What happened to her?”

“Hunters. They took my last night and raided my house while she was at school. When she went to get me back, they shot her while she was in her wolf form.” He shook his head. “I’m surprised she was able to shift back.” He admitted. Y/N groaned, twisting her head.

“C-Cheryl... her family are the hunters.” She choked out. Archie walked over to the opposite side of Y/N, his bushy eyebrows furrowed. “She knows what I am.” Y/N’s mouth was becoming dry, her lips paling with the rest of her body. Derek grabbed his sister hand, squeezing it softly.

“Y/N/N, I’m going to pull the bullet out okay? It’s gonna hurt like a bitch, but I know you can handle it.” Y/N nodded slightly, her free hand gripping the edge of the table. Derek dug into her side, grabbing hold of the bullet and ripping it out. Y/N let out a painful howl, her claws extending and her fangs unsheathing themselves. Her natural Y/E/C changed to a dead blue, then faded back to normal. The other teenagers jumped back, giving her a frightened look. Veronica and Betty had to turn around, not being able to handle the large amount of blood. Slowly, Archie was back at Y/N's side. He grabbed her hand, squeezing it softly and rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

Derek wrapped gauze in some bandages and taped it to her side. He stood up, his face still holding the same frown. His hand reached out and stroked her head soothingly. His hands were covered in her blood, the tips of his fingers stained black. Jughead finally took a step forward and examined the substance.

“Why is it black? Does that mean she’s dying or something?” Derek gave the boy a look, which made his face fall. “She is dying, isn’t she?” Veronica and Betty pulled themselves together and walked over to Y/N and the others.

“She is, but if I can get one of the hunter’s bullets I can save her.” He said. “But I only have twenty-four hours.”

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juggieheadcoopers-blog · 8 years ago

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A Car With a Story (1)

Summary: Takes place in a world where Jughead really did move to Toledo and in the wake of his absence, Betty’s father has taken it upon himself to cheer her up by dragging her around town looking for parts to fix up cars together like old times. But when Betty becomes mesmerized by the old cars that her father shows her, she finds herself imagining what her life might have been like with Jughead if they were around when the cars were in their prime. With each car, and each fantasy, she starts to come to terms with why Jughead left - but will that be enough to mend her broken heart? Or will these make-believe scenarios just make her miss him even more?

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The Wanderer

Betty Cooper shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, glancing around the peculiar front yard and taking in the various piles of trash with skeptical eyes, sure that the owner referred to these rusted pots and broken telephones as priceless treasures instead of useless junk.

“Dad?” Betty whispered, stepping cautiously over a broken microwave and dodging a beat-up toolbox that rested precariously on the edge of the sidewalk. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Betty, I have been coming here for nearly ten years,” her father reminded her, leading them around the corner of the rundown shack to head into the backyard, which Betty soon realized looked far worse than the front. “Where do you think I go to get all those parts for the cars we fix up?”

“I don’t know, a junkyard?” Betty guessed, her eyebrows drawing together in concern at the dead trees that lined the edge of the property and the ancient pieces of equipment that looked like they shouldn’t have been allowed to run anymore. “This looks like the set of an 80′s slasher film meets every summer camp that you never wanted to go to when you were a kid.”

“Honestly, Betty, you have your mother’s colorful take on reality, and it’s more than I can take most days,” he told her, pushing a few cardboard boxes of gardening tools out of the way and continuing down the cluttered path to the very back of the yard.

“Great,” Betty muttered sarcastically under her breath. “Can we get this over with? I have a lot of studying to catch up on and an article to finish for the Blue and Gold. Where’s this guy you said we were meeting?”

“Richard’s around here somewhere,” he announced, glancing around the yard for his friend as if he was going to be able to find anyone amidst the vast amounts of clutter. “But I wanted to show you something first. Follow me.”

“Uh, Dad, is it okay for us to be back here?” Betty wondered, nearly knocking her elbow on the surface of an unsteady machine. “This equipment is older than I am.”

“Just don’t trip over anything,” her father warned, pointing past a large oak tree at the very corner of the yard near the creaky old fence that separated the property from a cemetery. “It’s right around this corner, come on.”

Hal and Betty stepped around the tree, dodging several overgrown thistle bushes and weeds to find a 1952 series 62 convertible resting lazily by the fence, its front bumper hanging by a thread and the passenger’s side door completely ripped off its hinges and resting uncomfortably against the fence.

“Here she is,” Hal announced, smiling dreamily at the car like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. “What do you think?”

“I think she’s been through a lot,” Betty observed, slowly circling the car, her hands grazing the busted mirrors and chipped paint with uncertainty. “The hood is torn up, the interior is falling apart, I’m too afraid to look underneath the hood to inspect the engine. But…”

“But?” Hal prompted her to continue, raising his eyebrows at her expectantly and patting the side of the car hopefully.

“But,” Betty said, her lips curling into an amused smile as she ran her hand along door handle and leaned forward to inspect the red interior. “She’s beautiful and I think I’m in love.”

“I thought you might like it,” Hal beamed, scrambling forward to open the passenger’s side door and ushering for her to climb inside. “Go on, take a look.”

Betty did as she was instructed, sliding onto the leather seating and running her hands up and down the steering wheel, breathing in the scent of old leather and built-up dust particles.

“Cars like this have to have some good stories,” Betty muttered dreamily, turning to her father with bright eyes. “Imagine the people who have been in the driver’s seat, the places it could have traveled, the things it’s seen!”

“Should I give you two a minute while I go find Richard?” Hal asked with an amused smile, looking down at his daughter with a look of satisfaction.

“Don’t be weird, Dad,” Betty scoffed, adjusting her position on the bench and running her fingers along the buttons of the radio. “But yes, please.”

With that, her father shut the door to the convertible and headed back through the maze of never-ending junk to the house. Betty smiled to herself as she let her hands fiddle with the fraying lining on the seat cover, her eyes dancing wildly as they drifted to the pair of fuzzy dice sitting at the bottom of the car’s floor and imagining that they once hung proudly over the mirror as the car sped down the highway going nowhere and everywhere all at once.

“What’s your story?” Betty mumbled to herself, leaning back onto the seat and closing her eyes.

As if answering her own question, just as her eyes shut and everything went dark in front of her, her mind drifted to images of the past - poodle skirts and cat-eye glasses with thick-rimmed frames and doo-wop music that made her head bob back and forth and her foot tap to the beat.

“Betty Cooper, you get over here right this instant!”

Betty’s head snapped up from the library book she was reading to find her best friend Veronica Lodge waving her over from across the quad with frantic hands, her raven hair shining wonderfully in the sunlight as it grazed her shoulders from the spastic movement of her arms.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Veronica announced once Betty had made her way over to her, lowering herself onto the bench and looking over to meet her gaze with distant eyes. “I need you to tell me what you think of this skirt. Too much Doris, not enough Audrey?”

“Uh,” Betty mumbled, glancing at the plaid skirt without much interest. “It’s… swell, Ronnie. Real, swell.”

“Alright, you’ve been totally out of orbit lately. Where has that head of yours been these past few days?” Veronica wanted to know, crossing one leg over the other and leaning one elbow against the top of the bench.

“Nowhere, I just,” Betty’s gaze drifted to the parking lot in front of them, her eyes scanning the various cars and classmates as if she was looking for something -or someone- that hadn’t come into her view yet. “I just have a lot on my mind is all.”

“Betty, that answer is just not acceptable, you’re going to have to-“

Veronica stopped short when she saw a group of football players making their way out of the school’s gymnasium and out onto the grassy area that made up the better half of the quad.

“Betty, I could just die! Check out Archie Andrews’ new flat-top. Isn’t he just the most?” Veronica swooned, her eyes locked on the ginger-haired boy leading the pack as they headed straight for the two girls sitting on the bench. “He’s coming over here, Betty! How’s my hair?”

“Afternoon ladies,” Archie greeted them, pulling on the sides of his letterman jacket and flashing them a charming grin. “Jazzed for the big dance tonight?“

“Totally, Arch,” Veronica breathed, biting her bottom lip nervously as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “It’s gonna to be unreal.”

“What about you Betty?” Archie asked, his eyes focused intently on the golden-haired beauty fidgeting uncomfortably in front of him, her gaze drifting from the parking lot, to Archie, and back again. “Have you found anyone to take you yet?”

“Um,” Betty mumbled, her mind scrambling to come up with an excuse that made the slightest shred of sense. “Actually, I was planning on staying home tonight. I have a lot of schoolwork to catch up on and-”

“Betty’s been a total party pooper lately,” Veronica cut in, glancing up at Archie with bewitched eyes and a flirtatious smile. “I, on the other hand, am ready to throw on my best threads and dance the night away.”

“You sure I can’t convince you to hop into my souped up hot rod and cruise on over to this shindig for a few hours?” Archie tried his best attempt at persuasion, but Betty was unfazed as she stood from the bench and started making her way towards the parking lot and away from her friends’ confused expressions.

“I really can’t I-” Betty started to say, but just as the words were spilling out, a black Cadillac convertible pulled up to the front of the school, nearly missing the curb as it peeled to a halt just as the tires met the concrete.

“Look, it’s that greaser Jughead Jones,” Veronica mumbled quietly, the disgust in her voice dripping off every word as they made their way out of her mouth. “I hear he’s the baddest of the bad news.”

“I bet he’s not so tough,” Archie muttered, glaring at Jughead with disdain as he fiddled with the car stereo. “My money’s on him being a real candy ass.”

“He’s got a nice set of wheels though,” Betty pointed out, her eyes soaking in the beauty of the car, but then slowly making their way up to the boy stepping out the the driver’s seat and onto the sidewalk, the sunlight glinting off his slicked back hair in a way that drove Betty completely insane.

“Oh please, I’m sure it’s a hunk of junk,” Archie scoffed, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket and turning his head away from the car.

“I think it’s beautiful,” Betty mumbled, leaning forward to scoop up her books from the bench and heading straight for the curb where Jughead had nearly run into only moments ago. “I’ll catch you two later,”

“Betty, you can’t go over there!” Veronica gasped, jumping up form the bench and placing a hand over her heart. “What will people think?”

“They can think whatever they want,” Betty told her, taking a few steps backwards before turning around to face the car in question. “I’m just going to check out his ride.”

Betty sauntered over to where Jughead was inspecting one of his tires with furrowed brows, his black boot kicking at the rubber with its sole as he muttered something underneath his breath.

“Nice lookin’ flip-top,” Betty told him, and Jughead stood from his crouched position so quickly that he nearly knocked his head against the side of the door. “Wanna fire up the engine so I can hear how she purrs?”

“You know about cars?” Jughead asked with raised eyebrows, the shock in his voice causing Betty to widen her eyes in mock-offense.

“Maybe,” Betty shrugged, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the hood of the car. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Didn’t think a paper shaker like you would waste her time on such things,” Jughead admitted, pointing to the pompoms sticking out of her bag and sticking the rag he was using to shine the mirrors into his leather jacket. “Especially a queen bee like yourself.”

“Well clearly you don’t know me very well,” Betty spat, tossing her perfectly curled ponytail over her shoulder and smiling amusedly in his direction.

“Clearly,” Jughead mumbled, watching her lean over the car door, propping up her elbows as she gestured impatiently to the key still resting in the ignition.

“Well go on then,” Betty prompted, opening the door and ushering Jughead to sit in the driver’s seat. “Let’s hear it.”

Jughead did as he was told, sliding onto the bench and turning the key in the ignition in one swift motion. Betty’s ears perked up at the sound of the engine’s musical roar coming to life, turning to Jughead with a raised eyebrow as he glanced up for her approval.

“Not bad,” Betty admitted, sounding much more impressed than he thought possible. “Not bad at all in fact. You fix this up yourself?”

“A man can’t trust anybody’s hands but his own when it comes to taking care of his wheels,” Jughead told her, flipping the key one last time and pulling it out of its slot in the ignition.

“What about when it comes to other things?” Betty raised a flirtatious eyebrow in his direction, placing one hand on her hip and smiling down at him as he climbed back out of the vehicle.

“Betty Cooper, I’m not sure what you’re suggesting,” Jughead blushed, shutting the car door and shoving his keys deep into his jean pockets. “But I think I like it.”

Betty turned away, one hand moving up to her lips to hide her smile as she grazed her fingers along the top of the rolled down windows.

“So what do you do in a chariot like this one?” she wondered, sticking her hip out dramatically and narrowing her eyes at him. “Go cruisin’ for chicks?”

“Sometimes,” Jughead teased, leaning back onto the side of the car next to her. “And sometimes I just drive.”

“Drive where?”

“Anywhere,” Jughead told her. “And nowhere at all, I guess.”

Betty’s eyes widened at this answer. She had been stuck in one place her entire life and hadn’t thought about what it would be like to wander to different places, even if she never got very far.

“Maybe you can take me along with you some time,” Betty suggested. “I’d like to visit nowhere. It sounds better than this sorry old town, that’s for sure.”

“Not sure that’s such a good idea,” Jughead admitted, glancing down at the pavement and kicking at a pile of rocks by the side of the curb.

“And why not?”

“Not sure if you’ve noticed but I don’t exactly fit in with your crowd,” Jughead reminded her, gesturing toward their classmates passing by on their way to the parking lot, eyeing them up and down with curious expressions.

“Since when do you care about what other people think, Jughead Jones?” Betty narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she took in his all-black ensemble and stack of obscure vinyl records in the backseat of his Cadillac.

“I don’t,” Jughead shrugged. “But I kind of thought you did.”

“Like I said,” Betty muttered, reaching for the zipper of her cheer bag and zipping it up so that the pompoms were no longer visible. “You don’t know me as well as you thought.”

Jughead nodded as if he understood, but said nothing more as he watched her nervously twirl her ponytail around her finger, a habit that he had grown to find endearing over the past few minutes they had been talking.

“You coming to the dance tonight?” Betty asked curiously, picking at a dirty spot on the hood of the car before glancing up to meet his eyes.

“Not really my scene,” Jughead admitted, reaching up to run a hand through his grease-soaked hair.

“Well I think you should make it your scene,” Betty suggested, quirking a flirtatious eyebrow in his direction as she stepped up onto the curb, already beginning to make her way back over to her friends sitting on the bench. “Might be worth it just this once, you know?”

“You’re going to be there?” Jughead called back to her, leaning over the car as he watched her back away from the curb.

“Guess you’ll have to show up to find out,” Betty announced, her ponytail swinging behind her as she sauntered across the quad. “Later, Jughead Jones. Don’t go crashing that hot rod of yours before I get to ride in it. That’d sure be a waste.”

“Betty?” A voice calling her name snapped her back to reality, and she lurched forward, nearly knocking her head against the steering wheel in alarm.

“Betty!” Her father yelled, waving his hand in front of her face through the open car door and raising a curious eyebrow at her odd behavior.

“Sorry, what?”

“Are you ready to go?” Hal asked, holding out a paper bag full of car parts. “I got what we needed.”

“Yeah,” Betty whispered, her mind still lingering with images of the world she had just created in her head. “Yes, let’s get out of here.”

As her father led them out of the cluttered backyard and back to the driveway, Betty felt an overwhelming aching in her chest that she felt every time she thought of the boy who had left town to be with his mother. Pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket, Betty stopped following her father to turn back to the car she had just slid out of and dialed a familiar number.

“Hey, Juggie,” Betty said into the receiver, reaching into her pocket to feel the note he had left on her windowsill the night he skipped town, moving it around between her fingers. “I know you asked me not to get in touch with you, but I just wanted to tell you… Well I guess I wanted you to know that I really didn’t understand why you left at first. I was confused and hurt and I didn’t know why you would choose to run away when things got hard instead of working though them with the people who cared about you the most. But I think I’m starting to understand now. Sometimes we have to wander away from what we’ve known all our lives in order to find who we really are. I believe that. And I believe that you’ll be back someday. I have to.”

Betty clicked off her phone and slid it back into her pocket. With one last glance at the Cadillac, she headed away from the clutter and towards her life without the boy she fallen in love with over the past few months, hoping with everything she had that fixing up these broken-down cars would somehow help heal her broken heart.

–

1950′s slang

Flat-top - men’s hairstyle. A crew cut that is flat across the top

Flip-top - a convertible car

Candy ass - wimp or easily scared

Paper shaker - cheerleader

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tasteofswallowedwords · 8 years ago

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The Perfect Shot

Part Two

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: The disgruntled reader is forced to take part in a stakeout with Jughead

Part One

I watched through the window as he pulled up outside my house. Why am I doing this again? I thought to myself, and came to no logical conclusion.

I shouldered my backpack and headed out the door before I could change my mind. The crisp autumn air calmed me slightly, lending me the courage to open the passenger side door and slide into the car.

“Good evening,” I muttered bitterly, glancing at the boy who was already scowling.

“Whatever,” he sighed, and turned the stereo on. Green Day blasted from the speakers and I schooled my expression, lest he notice that I was enjoying the music and turn it off.

We drove in silence. I didn’t once look at him, instead I busied myself with my camera. I attached the lens and fiddled with the settings until I was satisfied I could take the pictures in night vision mode. By the time I was finished, Jughead was already pulling over, down the street from Sheriff Keller’s house.

“You can put that away,” he said wryly. “This could be a while.”

I huffed, setting my camera on the dashboard and rooting around in my backpack. “Chips?” I offered as I emerged with a bag of Doritos.

He scoffed. “You’re kidding me.”

I crossed my legs underneath me, opening the chips. “Like you said, this could take a while,” I shrugged, doing my best to remain civil. “You really can’t expect me to sit in this car for an undetermined length of time without snacks. So… chips?”

I held the bag out for him, and he rolled his eyes but took a handful.

“Oh!” I said through a mouthful of chips. I dug in my bag once more and retrieved two cans of Coke, holding one out for him. He exhaled a breath and shook his head in astonishment, reaching for the can, his mouth pulled up at the corners.

“Wow,” I grinned, retracting my hand. “Are you… smiling?”

He stared at me, no hint of amusement on his face. “No.”

I sighed, handing him the Coke. It was slightly overambitious to expect him to have warmed to me already.

Silently, we munched our way through the entire bag of chips and a pack of Twizzlers. By midnight, with no sign of Kevin or Joaquin, I was already yawning. Condensation had fogged up the windows of the car, and I found myself shivering. I rifled through my bag and produced a blanket, tucking it over my legs.

“Seriously?” Jughead said bluntly.

“Look, Columbo,” I jibed, “you may have been hardened by all these months of fighting crime, but I’m just a rookie. A rookie who doesn’t like to be cold.”

“I don’t exactly like being cold, either,” he grumbled, shifting further into his seat.

I sighed, taking the edge of the blanket and throwing it over him. “Then aren’t you glad I’m here?”

He seemed to have some internal debate, before relenting and tucking the blanket over himself. I curled up, resting my shoulder on the back of the seat so I was facing him. The streetlights cast an orange glow over his features as he stared pointedly at the Kellers’ house.

“Stop staring at me,” he said without looking at me.

“I’m not,” I dismissed, hoping it was dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to see the blush spreading across my cheeks. I closed my eyes. “Wake me if something happens,” I said sleepily.

He laughed coldly. “You’re not going to sleep.”

“Yes, I am. I won’t be able to get up for school tomorrow if I don’t get some rest.”

“This is a stakeout,” he said, finally turning to look at me. His gaze made me want to shrink away from him, it was so intense. “It involves keeping watch. How do you plan on doing that if you’re asleep?”

“It doesn’t take two of us to watch an empty street in the suburbs.”

“So you’re just gonna take a nap and leave me alone for the whole night?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I hadn’t realised you were enjoying my company that much.”

“Good point,” he nodded, turning back towards the window. “Sleep tight.”

The Collins English Dictionary defines the phrase ‘rude awakening’ as “an occurrence of being made to face an unpleasant fact”. According to this definition, my rude awakening was opening my eyes to find that I was, indeed, still confined in a cold car with Jughead Jones. A more literal interpretation, however, would define my rude awakening as Deep Purple blasting from the speakers of the car, disturbing my sleep.

I shifted, grimacing. My entire body ached, my neck was stiff, and my nose was numb from the cold. The sun had risen, but it did nothing to combat the icy chill in the air.

“Finally,” Jughead grunted, shaking his head disapprovingly. “I was beginning to think you were dead.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I muttered, sitting up slowly. I stretched my neck cautiously, rubbing the tight muscles until the pain eased. “How was I supposed to sleep through this noise?” I grumbled, switching the stereo off in a brief moment of bravery.

“How about you don’t touch the stereo?” he spat.

“How about you don’t be a dick?” I retorted, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Wow,” he said. “You’re cranky in the morning.”

“You’re cranky all the time.”

“Only when I’m with you.”

“Likewise,” I said, flashing him a sarcastic smile. I glanced at my phone. It was just after six am. I sighed. “Did you stay up all night?”

“Someone had to,” he said bitterly.

“We could’ve taken turns.”

“Convenient for you to say that now,” he sneered.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m guessing Joaquin didn’t show up?”

“Nope.”

“Does that mean we can leave?”

He thought for a moment. “I guess so.”

With that, he turned the key in the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. He dropped me home, merely scoffing at me when I said goodbye.

I could barely keep my eyes open through school that day, which is more than I could say for Jughead. I glanced to his seat at the back of our chemistry class to find him asleep, cheek resting on his hand as his elbow rested on the table. His lips were parted slightly, his breathing soft and slow.

But I wasn’t staring.

I went home and fell right into bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I woke to several texts from Betty:

3:45 pm – Hey!! We’re meeting at Pop’s at 6 to discuss the stakeout :)

5:01 pm – Hey, I hope you got my last message? 6pm, don’t be late! :)

6:10 pm – We’re at Pop’s

6:12 pm – Should we start without you?

6:23 pm – Your food is getting cold

“Shit,” I muttered, pulling a sweatshirt over my head, shoving my shoes on. I took a glance in the mirror. My hair was a mess, and there were indentations down the right side of my face from where I’d slept on my hand. I attempted to make my hair look a little more presentable, but quickly gave up, dashing from the house and into my car. Pop’s was only a few blocks away, so I was there in minutes.

“I am so sorry,” I breathed as I plopped into the booth beside Betty and across from Jughead. “I fell asleep.”

“Typical,” Jughead said, rolling his eyes.

“That’s okay!” Betty said brightly. “I bet you were tired after last night. I should’ve thought of that.”

“She slept the whole time.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did,” Jughead said sternly.

“Let’s not do this,” Betty intervened. “(Y/N), Jughead was just telling me that it was a bust.”

I nodded. “Sorry, Betty.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she smiled. “We can try again another time. For now, I have a new lead.”

She looked at me and her eyes were glinting. I couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“So as we already know,” Betty continued, “Jason was working for the serpents before he died. It turns out he met with them in a building on the outside of town.”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Polly let it slip last night.”

I didn’t pry any further, aware that Betty’s sister was a sore topic for her after she moved in with the Blossoms.

“Do you know which building it is?” Jughead asked.

“I have a fair idea,” Betty nodded, avoiding eye contact with us both. “We can check it out some time this week. (Y/N), we’ll be out late. Is there any day your parents won’t notice you’re missing?”

I frowned. “They work late on Thursdays. We could do it then, as long as I’m back by eleven.”

“If we leave at eight, that’s more than enough time!” she beamed.

Betty ordered a round of milkshakes, determined to discuss theories and potential leads. All I wanted was to leave. I kept glancing at Jughead to find him glaring at me, and I’d just look away, blushing. What did I do to that boy to make him hate me so much? I probably shouldn’t have slept through the whole stakeout, it only made things worse. In my defence, I thought I’d only sleep for an hour or so. I thought he’d wake me sooner.

As we left, I decided to try to make it up to him. “Do you guys need a ride?” I asked.

“That’d be great!” Betty smiled.

“No, thanks,” Jughead answered.

Betty cocked her head to one side, looking at him. I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a ride home, Jughead. Not a damn friendship bracelet. You can still hate me afterwards.”

“I don’t need a ride,” he asserted, turning to walk away.

“It’s the least I can do,” I called. “Just get in the car, Jughead.”

“Yeah, Juggie,” Betty agreed. “It’s just a ride home.”

He let out a puff of air, shaking his head. “Fine,” he grumbled, climbing into the backseat.

He insisted I drop Betty home first, much to my bewilderment. I couldn’t understand why he would want to be alone in the car with me if he could avoid it. He sat in the backseat, giving me directions to his house. Eventually, I pulled up beside a pastel blue house with a white picket fence.

“This is it,” he said, reaching for the handle.

I locked the doors.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“This isn’t your house, Jughead.”

“Yes, it is, (Y/N).”

“No,” I insisted. “Reggie Mantle lives here.”

“How would you know that?”

“I was at his last birthday party,” I shrugged. “What’s your problem with me knowing where you live?”

“I don’t have a problem-”

“Then tell me where to go.”

“Just let me out here.”

“No, Jughead,” I said, exasperated. I turned in my seat to face him. “There is a killer on the loose in Riverdale. I will not let you walk home alone. I am going to drive you, and you are going to get in the passenger seat because right now I feel like a taxi driver and I don’t like it.”

He stared at me for a long time, no readable emotion on his face, before he sighed and climbed into the front seat. He resumed giving me directions, until we ended up at the school.

I stared at the building in confusion, half expecting it to morph into an apartment complex before my eyes.

“You’re living here?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled a breath, and I took that as a “yes”.

“How long?” I asked.

“A few days,” he said. “A week… maybe two.”

“Oh, my God, Jughead,” I almost whispered. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I was staying with Archie, but his dad is really struggling right now. Financially, I mean. I told them I could stay with my dad again, but I came here instead.”

I clenched my jaw. “Fuck this,” I said. “Go get your stuff. You can stay with me.”

He huffed out a sharp breath. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious.”

“Why would you do that?” he said loudly, anger brimming dangerously close to the surface. “Why would you do that for me? You hate me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You can’t stay here, Jughead! This is a school.”

“I’m aware, thanks,” he replied sarcastically.

“Then you should also be aware that sleeping here is trespassing on government property. You could get arrested.”

He stared off into the school grounds, thinking. “What about your parents?” he eventually asked.

“They don’t have to know,” I replied, hiding my fear for his sake. “They aren’t home yet. I can sneak you in before they get back.”

He nodded, biting his lip.

“If you hurry, that is,” I continued, looking at him expectantly.

“Right,” he said, nodding. He took a breath, as if he was going to say something, but decided against it. He seemed to swallow the words before they escaped. His brow was furrowed, gaze distant. I started to ask him if he was alright, but he left the car, squeezed through a hole in the wire fence of the school. He jogged off behind the building and returned ten minutes later with a rucksack of his belongings. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy when I realised how long he’d been living out of that bag.

Part Three

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