#hiram lodge x you

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 25

starring: hiram lodge x male reader

request: Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and reader's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

warnings: smut, stepcest, cursing, rough sex, face fucking, ball gag, bondage, femenization, ass slapping, muscle worship, cum swallowing, deepthroating, hair pulling, daddy kink, breeding kink, alluding to male pregnancy, pervert hiram, oral sex, jerking off, slight musk kink

after your dad died your mom remarried to hiram quickly to the dismay of you, you hated him and his little entitled daughter always thinking she was better than everyone and could rule the world, but you had to live with them because your mother decided this is the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

that all changed when he started showing a little more interest in you, or shall we say interest in your body, every time he walked past you he would graze your ass with his hand and sometime his cock or slap your ass and call it just a friendly smack between to friends.

one time you walked past his room when it was just you and him in the house and he was jerking off, noticing you in crack of the door watching him he invited you in and invited you to jerk him off, which you did and soon turned into you sucking him off which according to him was some of the best head he had in years.

"your mothers' mouth cant even compare to this" he groaned cumming in your mouth, and after that you became his live in slut, anytime your mom and veronica were out of the house he would fuck you whenever and however he wanted and today was no different.

you mom was out at work and veronica was out with her friends so like every other time hiram told you to get ready for him, which consisted of you going to his room and getting naked on his bed but today you wanted to try something new, you went to your room and pulled a school girl outfit from your closet before putting it on.

sitting on hirams bed with a short skirt on, a crop top, a thong, and some heels, completing the look with some of your moms lipstick, hiram walking in with some things in hand before noticing your look "i guess someone's really looking forward to getting fucked today hm" he smirks pulling you into a kiss and slapping a firm hand on your ass.

"yes sir" you smile groping at his thick bulge in his pants "i wanna try something new with you today" he smirks pulling the rope out and showing it to you "bondage" he adds and with no second thought you agree and he ties your hands behind your back before taking off his clothes, you immediately get to work on licking his heavy muscles all the way down to his abs and then his meaty cock.

"you want it" he asks slapping the tip on your lips leaving a hint of red behind on it "mhmmm" you moan at the nice taste "good thing it's all yours" he says slowly moving into your warm mouth and fucking it roughly, his tip constantly slamming into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to take it all as your couldn't pull of, hirams hands wrapped in your hair to keep you on him.

your nose engulfed in the older mans pubes, the slightly sweaty scent floating around in your nose making you a little loopy but felt good "your mom never wants to do stuff like this, she says it's to rough but your slutty ass does whatever daddy tells you right" hiram says throwing his head back before cumming in your mouth, his salty load filling your mouth to the brim, when he pulls out he instantly puts his hand over your mouth.

"swallow boy" he sternly orders with a deep voice forcing you to down it all "good boy" he kisses the top of your head before spinning you around and putting you face up ass down, him getting a lovely view of your hole behind the thong, he doesn't bother to take of the heels and clothes, wanting to think of you as a prostitute who he just paid to take his cock.

he fingers you for a little but not before putting a ball gag on your mouth to silence your loud moans, after opening you up with his thick fingers he pushes his now hard cock into you, feeling those gummy walls he loves so much tighten around him as he begins fucking you, he doesn't take into consideration how hard his hips are moving he just knows your ass feels to good to stop.

"you like your stepdad's big cock ruining you" he asks pulling you up to him by the hair, his arms wrapping around you to keep you right on him as he continued plowing your hole, all you could do was moan some yes's as the ball gag stopped you from talking and your mind was being fucked numb right now.

"fuck i wanna make you my new wife, keep your tummy filled with my cummy kids all the time and hope you get pregnant" he begins kissing down your neck and feeling all over your body, specifically your stomach, rubbing all over it as he felt his climax coming closer and wanted to fill that belly to the brim with every single drop of his potent cum.

"you wanna be daddy's new wife" he asks one more time to which you eagerly nod giving him the go to cum in you, his cum pushing out your belly enough to make you look pregnant, his hips fucking into you for a little longer to ride out his high before pulling out and plugging you up, he leans down beside you and whispers "you're gonna make a great mom in 9 months" before kissing your cheek.

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[boypied]

pairings: hiram lodge x male reader

request: I don't know if you're taking requests or could I request a dom top Hiram Lodge and bottom femboy 19 year old male leader who is Archie's brother and Veronica's best friend and one night stayed with Veronica and catches Hiram in the kitchen naked and hard so he talks to his knees starts licking and sucking Hiram big cock and Hiram started Facefucking until he fills his mouth full of c** throws him on the kitchen table and fucking Reader hard by covering his mouth until he breeds the reader.

warnings: SMUT, anal sex, breeding, swearing, cum consumption, slurs.

Your brother Archie warned you about staying at the Lodge's house. He had some bad history with Hiram and was worried he may take it out on you while you were staying the night with Veronica, and in a way... that's exactly what happened. Once Veronica had fallen asleep, you were practically dying of thirst. You stumbled your way through the dark, making your way to the kitchen, your eyes widen in shock as you stand slightly away from the kitchen doorway submerged in darkness, Hiram Lodge was in the kitchen... naked and rock hard, full cock and balls on display.

You let out a quiet gasp and cover your mouth, trying to remain silent as you stay back in the darkness. Hiram turns around and immediately stares into the darkness where you hide, "Come out," he says firmly, in a dominant tone. You obliged and slowly step out of darkness and into the kitchen, you gently rest you arms against the marble island in the middle of the kitchen while Hiram leans his muscular arms against them on the other side. "You're Archie Andrew's brother, aren't you." He says through gritted teeth and disgust when he mentions your brothers name.

You slowly nod your head, lost for words, and be unable to speak partly because he scares you so much but also because he is butt naked, showing everything and anything to you, his cock is laying down on the counter. He slowly creeps round the counter, his cock swinging back and forth as he walks over to you. Once he finally makes his way over to you, his body completely towering over you, a surge of submission takes over your body. Something about his dark aura made you want to completely submit your life to him.

Then Hiram let's out a command that leaves you stunned and shocked, "get down on your knees and suck my cock like a good faggot, mi amor." He says in a seductive whisper to you, his thumb gently grazing across your lower lip. Without a fight, you slowly get down on your knees, your silk pyjama shorts ride up your ass giving Hiram the perfect over shot of your ass, once you are face to face with his cock you lift up his cock with your tongue while looking up at him, you take his cock immediately to the back of your throat. Gripping against his cheeks to hold yourself steady.

You slowly take your time, tasting every inch of his cock coating it all in your saliva. Your gags and moans just from cock sucking drives Hiram crazy, "If I'd known your were such a faggot for cock I would've done this ages ago!" He says while gripping your hair. Your eyes roll back as you allow him to take control and let his cock absolutely destroy your mouth. He grips either side of your head using your mouth as his personally cum dump, his cock twitches in your throat as he spurts out his cum filling up your mouth with his creamy cum.

A fulfilled smirk crosses your face as his cock flops out of your mouth, a mouth full of cum and it's the happiest you've ever felt. "Now swallow like a good boy!" He says while gently slapping your cheeks, you swallow his sweet cum making sure every last drop is traveling down your throat. He leans down to pick you up, laying you down on the marble island, grabbing your legs to keep them open and wide, revealing your tight pink pucker to him.

He spits down at your hole, using the tip of his cock rubbing it all over before pushing his cock past the tight ring of your hole your eyes widen feeling his cock open up your walls in a way like never before. He leans closer to you, hovering above you so you can stare up at him as he milks your sweet spot, "d-daddy!" You blurt out feeling his cock fuck you and destroy your hole. Hiram grips your throat choking you as he fucks you back and forth, he removes one hand from your throat and moving it down to your nipple tweaking it causing pleasure to run up and down your body.

With one thrust into your g-spot, you become a moaning mess to the point Hiram has to silence you by covering your mouth, "mhm!" You whimper out as he covers you mouth as continue to thrust up into you, fucking your hole to the point it's borderline abuse on your hole but you don't want him to stop ever but you can tell that it's coming to an end. "Faster!" You whimper out against his hand as he thrusts a couple more times before shooting his load deep inside you hole, letting out a loud groan "..fuck!" He lets out.

He continues to fuck his cum up into your hole with a few more thrusts, breeding your faggy boy-pussy before pulling out, he scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom and laying you down on the bed "round two in the morning" he whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek as he lays next to you.

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[pileofboneswrites]

THINGS ARE DIFFERENT.

SUMMARY — this year brought a world of horrors for you. a car accident just weeks before your first day of sophomore year leaves you with no memory of the last year of your life. six months later, things have settled for you; you've got perfect grades, you're a cheerleader and your boyfriend is the quarterback. life is great, perfect even, until a certain raven-haired boy comes crashing into your life, causing chaos and triggering some of your memories to come back.

PAIRING — sweet pea x fem!andrews!reader | reggie mantle x fem!andrews! reader

WORD COUNT — 9.6k

WARNINGS — shitty friends, mentions of a car accident, cheating (caught in the act), lying, angst, fighting, swearing, i think that's it???? (let me know if i missed anything!!!!)

A/N — the plot of riverdale is kind of muddled in this fic; hiram logde's plans are apart of it somewhat, but jason is still alive. no mention of "yn" everyone mostly refers to her as andrews, reg refers to reader as "sunshine" a few times, and fred refers to her as kiddo, also the absolute SHITSHOW i went through to post this, oh my god, tumblr formatting is FUCKED (i usually write everything in my notes app or on wattpad bc i have lost so many partially done fics to shitty service). like i get WHY, but AHHHHHHHH (that's me screaming at the top of my lungs,,, 24 hour loop edition), not proof read

MASTERLIST | RIVERDALE

YOU.

"ronnie needs our support on this," your twin brother archie explains, he's leaning against the door frame of your bedroom.

your back is to him, and you're trying to get ready to head out for school. your homework, laptop and other things sit spewed around your room. utter chaos from your midnight homework session. you straighten yourself, finally meeting his eyes.

"yeah, and? veronica is your girlfriend, not mine archie." you reply, leaning down to shove your laptop into your school bag.

"please?" he pleads, and you roll your eyes.

veronica lodge's dad is no good for riverdale, you can feel it. every move he makes seems to rattle one of archie's friends, or cause a disturbance within the town. since hiram rolled in it seems like one half of riverdale is always up in arms. first jughead when the serpents trashed the drive-in, and the northsiders because of the southsiders joining the now only school in riverdale.

"arch, i don't have the same kind of love from my friends you do. i step on their toes over this, i'm going to be an outcast." you reply, zipping up your bag.

"you can always hang with us," archie sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. "i know that betty misses you a lot, same with jughead."

"then why haven't they reached out?" you snap, sick of the conversation at hand.

archie always gets your hopes up, then plans fall through or they "unintentionally" leave you out. so, you're done. they know that you don't remember anything from the last year; the good, the bad or the petty. you're done trying to change things when with every effort you're shot down. you want normalcy. you want your friends back, but if they're not going to tell you what's going on, or make an effort, then why should you?

"just think about it, okay?" archie says, and you shake my head.

you throw my bag over your shoulder and push past him. you pause in the hallway, guilt creeping up on you, but ultimately decide not to worry about it. archie's been babying you, coddling you even since the accident. which to an extent you can understand it; you could have died. at the same time you feel like you never have a moment to yourself. archie's always lurking. you jog down the stairs, patting vegas as you slip out the front door onto the footpath.

the weather is hazy, it's damp out, fog lining the streets obscuring vision twenty feet head. you thank the powers that be for you remember a jacket. you pull your hood up as you walk towards the sidewalk, but you catch sight of your boyfriend's car parked on the street.

"morning princess," reggie calls through the open passenger window.

"morning reg," you reply pulling the door open and sliding into the passenger seat.

"did you hear about southside high closing?" he prompts after you give him a quick peck on the lips. "means all the trash is going to be clogging the halls of riverdale high,"

"yeah, arch filled me in this morning. you'd think after all the drama surrounding archie and the serpents he'd be less than excited about them transferring in." you sigh, tossing your bag into the backseat.

"he's on their side?" reggie asks, mouth twisting in disgust.

"guess so," you shrug, pulling on your seatbelt as reggie pulls away from the curb.

"but you're not?"

"i'm indifferent," you reply. "i don't care one way or the other,"

"cheryl's going to hate it," he says, and you shrug again.

the drive is relatively short, and silent. when you and reggie aren't making out, it's usually pretty quiet. you're together on the principle of "it makes sense". that's quite literally how he phrased it when he asked you out. and to an extent he's right. it makes sense for a football player to be dating a cheerleader. it makes sense. that being said, your relationship is entirely physical and for show. you're more along the lines of friends with benefits than an actual relationship. he only calls you when there's a party, or he's horny. romantic, you know. reggie grabs your backpack, and you climb out of the car.

"morning!" betty shouts, climbing out of her mom's car.

"hey," you reply, watching as she b-lines towards you.

"you friends with cooper again?" reggie whispers, leaning against the passenger side door.

"no, her friends want my support about the southside," you whisper back, plastering on a fake smile.

"good morning," mrs. cooper says as she drives past.

"good morning mrs. cooper!" you reply cheerily, she smiles and waves before turning out onto the street.

"hey, can we talk for a minute?" betty asks, stopping a few feet away.

she looks like she always does. blonde hair pulled up in a tight ponytail, makeup pretty minimal and natural, and her signature grey crown sweatshirt.

"sure," you say, and reggie leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, as you grab your backpack from him. "see you in homeroom."

he just smirks at you, as you turn away. you feel his eyes on your back until the two of you slip inside of the school. you feel slightly more at ease without reggie by your side. you follow betty to the room dedicated to the blue and gold (your school newspaper). betty drops into her seat at her desk, and you drop your bag on the table and plop down in the chair on the otherside of her desk. you sit, crossing your arms over your chest.

"whats do you want?" you ask, your question coming out ruder than you'd intended.

"i uh, i wanted to touch base." she says, averting eye conact.

"touch base? we haven't spoken since before my accident, betty. what do you really want?" you snap, becoming both annoyed and upset that she didn't actually mean it.

you could have played dumb, you could have gossiped, you could have gave her a life update. but you spend so much time being fake with your 'friends' that you can't handle any more superficial small talk that neither of you will remember. she looks taken a back by your brashness, and you feel a twinge of guilt. just a twinge.

"i—" she starts, but you cut her off as you forcfully shove your chair back, causing an awful screeching sound as it drags across the tile floor.

"look, cooper, if you need something, be straight with me and don't get my hopes up to use me for information." you grab your backpack and trudge into the hallway crashing straight into someone sending you flying back.

you grunt, bracing for the impact but instead you feel two hands on my arms steadying me. you peak your eyes open, and see a tall guy with dark hair and a leather jacket.

"oh shit, i'm sorry," you mutter slipping past him as you rush up the stairs.

you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, like someone's watching you. you turn your head as you head up, and see the guy who caught you staring in your direction. he looks pissed, and you wonder for a brief moment if that anger is directed at you. you feel someone poke you in the shoulder and you turn your head to look at them. you jump in shock at how close she is.

"you good?" cheryl asks, the usual distaste in her voice, one eyebrow raised in question.

"yeah, fine," you reply walking in step with her, glancing down the stairs, to see a brown and pink haired girl pulling him away.

"—and i don't know why she wants this so bad—" cheryl's voice drifts off into backgroung noise, something that tends to happen more and more frequently.

that guy looked weirdly familiar. you swear you've seen his face before but you can't seem to place it. which is also happening more, and more frequently to you. you know it's going to bug the hell out of you.

"—and i said—" cheryl continues, as you head towards english.

"andrews!" you feel two arms wrap around your middle, and you're yanked backwards and lifted up.

"ahhhhhh!" you shout, startled by the sudden movement and contact, your kneejerk reaction is to raise your elbow and throw it into the first piece of flesh you connect with.

"andr- shit!" a familiar voice yells, as you free fall to the ground, landing on your ass hard. "what the hell, dude!?"

you lift my head and see cheryl's twin brother jason leaning over, clutching his stomach in pain. you clap your hand over your mouth in a mix of embarrassment. he glances down at you, rubbing the tender area, mouthing 'what the fuck' over and over.

"shit! jason, i'm so sorry—" you say, quickly standing up, he waves you away so he can take a second.

"what has you so jumpy this morning?" cheryl asks, crossing her arms and raising both her eye brows at me.

"no clue," you reply truthfully.

"too much caffeine likely," jason says, standing up right and throwing his arms cross both mine and cheryl's shoulders to guide us to class.

"how many cups a day are you drinking?"

"two," you reply, no hesitation.

you haven't been sleeping much lately, or at all really. you weren't sure what was worse; the lack of sleep, or the fact that when you do manage to fall alseep all you seem to dream of is the four agonizing hours you were trapped in your car after the accident.

"four with extra espresso." jason chirps, and you mock elbow him and he flinches, dropping his arm from your shoulder to shield himself. "not cool dude,"

"aw, prwincess," you mutter tapping his cheek with your hand.

you duck under his arms at a weak attempt to catch you, and slide into class dropping into your usual seat beside ethel muggs. mrs. leroy has all the desks grouped in twos. she likes to assign a lot of partner assignments and classwork, so you ended up with desk pairs.

"good morning," ethel says brightly, and you smile at her.

"good morning ethel, how was your weekend?"

"it was good, how was yours?"

"it was okay," you reply and shrug as mrs. leroy, our english teacher waddles into the room.

she drops her bag beside her desk and takes off her jacket, hanging it on the back of her chair before standing at the front of the room and clearing her throat.

"alright guys, we have a bunch of new students joining us. i'm sure you heard about the students from southside high tranfering in, and we're going to be very welcoming. as such, i've decided to change up your desk partners to kick off our next project." she says, and everyone groans. "hey! who knows, maybe you'll meet your new best friend!"

you drop your head down on the desk as she continues to speak.

"i call your pairs and you'll move to the assigned set of desk pairs, every up."

everyone obeys, clearing to the back, front and sides of the room as she spends the next fifteen minutes reseating you.

"mr. blossom and ms. topaz, these desks please." jason nudges your foot as he passes.

"she's pretty," he mouths and you roll your eyes, a shit eating grin on his face.

"mr. sweet pea, and ms. andrews."

"sweet pea, what kind of name is that?" cheryl snickers, rolling her eyes.

you step forward, dropping into the closest desk to you, ducking your head to look into your backpack for my notebook and pencil. you drop them onto the desk, and look ahead to the board.

"uh, excuse me—?" you turn my head, and see the guy who caught me in the hallway.

"yeah?"

he's cute. messy—but like the intentional kind of messy—dark hair, with curls over his forehead, and dark eyes. there's a hint of ink poking out over the collar of his leather jacket, you catch sight of a snake's head.

"can i— uh— can i borrow a pencil or pen?" he asks, and you nod, turning to dig into you backpack for one.

you feel his eyes on you, watching your every move as you dig. you pull out the first pen you find and hand it over. he reaches out, grabbing hold of it, and your fingers briefly touch. a shiver immediately shoots down my spine, and you drop your hand. you get a flash of a memory, it's difficult to piece together what you're remembering. you see a flash of a half empty vodka bottle, a leather jacket, and a tattoo gun. you gather your things, and jump out of your seat rushing to the bathroom, you hastily shove your notebook away and drop your bag upon entering the bathroom. you drop to your knees in front of the first toilet you find, and empty the contents of your stomach. you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lean back against the stall dividers, trying to catch your breath.

it was like for a brief moment you was there. you could hear the tattoo gun buzzing, you could feel the scratch against your skin and you could taste the vodka. you stand up, and walk over to the mirror. maybe you're losing your mind. you would notice a tattoo, wouldn't you? if you didn't know to look for one, maybe you wouldn't... you lift your hoodie a little, and catch sight of one of the snake's heads poking out from under the underwire of your bra.

"holy shit," you breath, pulling your hoodie back down.

you lean down, and turn on the water slashing it onto your face. you stare hard at yourself in the mirror. how could you not see something like that? why didn't anyone tell you? you were told that you grew apart from your friends, but by the looks of things you had a whole other set that no one knew about, or at the very least didn't want you to go back to. the bell rings, signaling the end of first period, and you stand there staring at yourself in the mirror. the door opens slightly, and the brown and pick haired girl sticks her head in and sees you.

"hey, are you okay?" she asks, opening the door fully to come in.

"uh, yeah, i think so." you reply, and she nods, not pushing the topic any further, which you appreciate.

checking in on you is a small act of kindness that not even my so-called 'best friend' cheryl could give. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, and pull it out, turning away from the sink to lean on it. think of the devil, a text from cheryl.

you don't reply, you just sigh, and shove your phone back into your pocket. you look up and catch the girl's reflection staring at you.

"uh, sorry." she says and you shake your head, mustering a small smile.

"it's okay, i'm—," you say, sticking out your hand to her.

"actually, we've met bef—" she cuts you off, but is cut off by the bell ringing.

then there's a loud bang on the door, and it opens slightly.

"topaz! we need to talk," it's sweet pea.

she throws you a sympathetic smile and heads out to the hallway. you there for another few minutes, fully aware of the fact that you're missing chemistry before you pull your phone back out, and call your dad. i can't handle this, i'm incredibly overwhelmed. all of this is too much. i know toni? i'm a southside serpent?

"hey kiddo, what's up?" he asks, answering on the first ring, it's his coffee break. "aren't you supposed to be in class?"

"i am," you reply, your voice shaking, immediately giving away how you're feeling. "i just— dad—"

"sweetheart?" he prompts.

fred andrews, a saint walking, ever understanding. you're incredibly blessed to have him for a dad. you force yourself to take a shaky breath, you're on the verge of tears and your eyes burn.

"can i have a day? i just— i'm so overwhelmed. can i go home?" you ask, the dam breaking, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"yeah, kiddo, i'll come get you and sign you out for the day, okay?" he says, and you whisper okay. "hang tight, i'll be there soon."

"thanks dad," you say, and hang up.

you stare at your reflection, your eyes are puffy and you look like hell. your hair is a mess, but you really don't have the energy to fix it. you grab a couple paper towels from the dispenser and wipe your face. you grab your backpack and head down to the office. you drop into one of the chairs across from mrs. bell's desk to wait.

"oh, hi," she says, exiting mr. weatherbee's office holding a folder. "how can i help you dear?"

"i'm not feeling well, my dad's coming to pick me up." you reply, forcing a small smile.

"oh i'm sorry to hear that dear, i hope you feel better," she gives you a sympathetic look as she plops down at her desk.

you're used to the look; the sad eyes with a small forced smile, you'd recived it a lot since the accident. there were no fatalities thankfully, but it drastically changed your life. at least you have to assume it did, you'd lost a year's worth of memories and it only took you a severe concussion and a couple weeks of physical therapy.

"good morning, dorris," comes your dad's voice, he steps into the office and mrs. bell smiles at him.

"well hello, fred." she says, a faint smile on her lips.

everyone on this side of town loves your dad. fred andrews is the kind of guy who will drop everything if you're in a bind, whether you're a friend or not. he signs you out on the sign out clipboard and turns to you.

"ready to go?" he asks, and you nod, standing up.

he slings an arm around your shoulders, and you wrap an arm around his middle as you walk. he doesn't ask you any questions, but you're sure when you get home he's going to have some.

SWEETPEA.

"she acts like she's never met us before," fangs says, sitting down beside sweet pea on the steps leading up to the bleachers.

they need privacy to talk about what's happening, this was the closest thing sweet pea could find. especially with all the gawking, stares and judgemental looks they'd been receiving since showing up to their new school this morning.

"i know, she didn't even say "hi" or anything. it's the least she could have done given everything," sweet pea grumbles, watching as toni walks towards them.

"she doesn't remember us," toni says, coming to a stop in front of them. "she literally doesn't remember us. like at all, she introduced herself to me in the bathroom,"

"what the hell?" fangs mutters, "maybe it's an elaborate plan to keep her summer in the snakes den a secret?"

"that is the dumbest thing i have ever heard," toni says crossing her arms over her chest. "you heard how she was talking before she ghosted us, she was over it all, the cliques, school, all of it."

"she said we were her family," sweet pea mumbles, "and then she disappeared. maybe it was all a lie,"

"jesus christ, or maybe, something bad happened to her, and she actually doesn't remember us." toni replies, the annoyance in her voice prominent. "and if she didn't remember us, then how would she know to contact us?"

"i sent her over a hundred texts since she disappeared, none of them have even been opened."

"case and point," toni says, rolling her eyes. "look, sit and stew in your misery, or confront her. i don't know about you guys, but i plan on getting my friend back."

with that toni turns on her heel, and heads back towards the school. fangs sighs, and stands up, brushing the dust off his ass as he turns to stand where toni had just been.

"maybe she's right," he says, looking down at sweet pea. "we know elly, she wouldn't just up and ghost us like this unless something happened. i want our friend back, and i'm with toni on trying by any means necessary to get her back,"

fangs studies sweet pea's face, looking for any indication that he's heard anything he said. after a moment, fangs sighs again, and turns to follow toni back into the school. sweet pea sits there on the bleachers, he watches as his friends grow smaller and smaller the further they get. he groans, and throws his head back. he's frustrated. he hasn't heard a damn thing from you in months, and then he sees you at his new school and suddenly his whole world collapses. he sighs, and pulls his cellphone out of the pocket of his leather jacket. he opens up his texts, and pulls up your messages.

you never showed up, you never called, you just disappeared. well, apparently you hadn't, but for sweet pea you did. other than toni and fangs he had no other friends in common at the time. no way of getting a hold of you when his calls all suddenly hit you voicemail. now here you are, back in his life, but so far from his reach. he had hoped a million times over the last six months that he'd find out what happened, that he'd get some kind of explanation or closure. something. anything.

but when his eyes landed on you, it was like all the anger towards you, and the situation melted away. for a second, it was like you were never gone. then that daydream snapped, and you were rushing away. not an ounce of recognition in your eyes. it hurt. his phone vibrates in his hand, and it brings him back. back to the bleachers, back to the harsh reality that you might have no clue who he is, back to the anger that swirls in his head, back to how much he loves you, and how much his heart hurts because you might no remember any of it.

he looks down at the screen, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees as the bell rings again.

YOU.

"alright, so, what's up?" he asks, as you drop onto the couch.

vegas jumps up beside you, and drops his head into your lap. you run your fingers through his soft fur and try to figure out a way to start this conversation.

"what was i like over the summer?" you ask, looking up at him.

he's standing by the front door, leaning against the archway leading into the living room. he's got his arms crossed and he's watching you silently.

"you were like you are now," he shrugs, "you didn't spend much time home, at first you were busy with cheryl and then you got a job."

"a job?" you ask, that's new information. "where?"

"the twilight drive-in," he replies, "you made some new friends with your co-workers, or so you said. you and archie were barely home over the summer,"

there's a few moments of silence as you digest this new information.

"dad?"

"yeah kiddo?"

"where was i going? why was i in that car?"

"truthfully, i don't know. archie said the two of you had gotten in a pretty heated fight, and you'd stormed out. a few hours later i got a call from sheriff keller,"

you nod, and sigh, leaning forward. you rest your elbows on your knees, and rub your eyes.

"i had a memory come back," you say after a minute, you don't look up at him. "it was weird though, it was really intense. it was like i was inside the memory."

"do you know what triggered it?"

"no," you lie, until you figure out what's going on with you, you plan to keep sweet pea and toni out of things. "it just hit me in the middle of english, and i had to get out of the room. i went to the bathroom and i puked."

"you puked?"

"yeah, nausea hit me seconds after the memory."

"well, at least you're making progress. the doctor said it could take a while,"

you nod, finally looking up at him. he checks his watch, and comes into the livingroom.

"you take it easy okay? don't strain yourself," he kisses your forehead and heads back to the front door. "i love you,"

"love you too dad," you murmur, watching him leave.

when you can no longer hear the rumble of his truck, you decide to head up to your room. until the accident you'd kept a near meticulous set of diaries, if you can find the one you was working on, maybe it can shed some light on what's going on.

it's weird, you're you, living in your body, but up until six months ago you were a completely different person. it's like living inside a stranger. you step into your room, it's a mess. clothes litter the floor, spilling from your closet, empty take away coffee cups, empty mugs from downstairs and energy drink cans litter the top of your dresser and desk. you go to the hall closet across from your room and grab a garbage bag and head back in. might as well clean up.

a few hours later you stand in the center of your now clean room. all your clean clothes have been re-folded or hung up, all the dirty clothes are in the wash and there's not a single thing out of place. except for—you squint, dropping to your knees in front of your bed, leaning down to pull two cardboard boxes from underneath. one is marked MY NOTEBOOKS, DON'T TOUCH (THAT MEANS YOU ARCH) in all caps—obviously your diaries, but the other has no label. you take off the lid and audibly gasp at the contents. sitting on top is a leather jacket with the southside serpents logo on the back, under the jacket is a dark green journal, a white handled switchblade, your old cellphone and a set of keys.

the screen on the phone is shattered, pretty near unusable by most people's standards. no one knew where your phone was after the crash. you'd just written it off as lost... finding it here, in this box changes things. you put it on the charger, and sit cross legged on the floor. maybe it'll be able to turn it on, if not you could to take it to a repair shop. you pick up the jacket, and check all the pockets. inside the left pocket is a half crumpled note, you pull it out and flatten it. it's definitely not your writing. it has one sentence, and it crushes you.

i love you too - sweet pea

you drop your hand holding the paper into your lap. that just makes everything even worse. does he know that you lost your memories? does he know about the accident? does toni? do they think you're pretending? were you on your way to see him when you crashed?

"fuck," you whisper, pulling your knees up to your chest.

you wanted the truth, and you got it, well part of it. how do you process all of this? how do you fix this? god, you just want to scream. throw things. have a little bit of a meltdown. it won't fix anything, but it might make you feel better. you rest your forehead on the edge of your bed and sit there on the floor, the jacket half hanging out of the box.

"hey?" comes archie's voice from the hallway, i jump at the sound. "hey- are you okay?"

you kick the box under your bed and glance up to see archie. he stops at the threshold, looking intently at you. you hear more sets of feet coming up the steps.

"i—"

you want to lie, you want to tell him you're fine. say everything's a-ok. but it's not. it's really not. and then betty, jughead and veronica come up behind archie and the damn breaks. you start violently, and uncontrollably sobbing into my arms. how did you wake up a year and a half older with such resentment for your three best friends? how did your life fall apart so quickly?

"hey, sh, sh, you're okay, everything's okay," archie says dropping to his knees to envelope you in a hug.

the other drop down on the floor with you. veronica and betty rub your back soothingly. you need to apologize, but you can't stop crying. maybe that's just as well, still a meltdown, just a different kind you suppose.

"i'm sorry!" you cry, frantically wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

you dislike crying in front of people, and you know most people don't like having someone cry in front of them. you try and steady your breathing.

"hey, you don't have to apologize," veronica says. "we've all kind of been terrible friends since your accident,"

"that's why we're here," betty adds, patting your shoulder comfortingly.

"that's why they're here," jughead says, and betty swats at him and misses. "hey! let me finish woman! i was going to say, i've been a great friend. we had lots of fun working at the drive-in together,"

"jug..." betty says softly, using that same tone people often use when they're tip-toing around things that might hurt you. she shakes her head slightly, "she doesn't—"

"hey! don't talk about me like i'm not here!" you say loudly, all three of them turn to look at you. "i'm not fragile, you don't have to choose your words carefully around me, i have amnesia not brain damage."

"you're right," veronica says, staring each of them down until they nod. "we all need to stop treating you like glass,"

you quickly stand, your back to them for a minute. you take a deep breath, and turn around.

"arch, what were we fighting about when i left?" you ask, and he looks at you for a moment before swallowing, hard.

"you felt abandoned," he says, his eyes falling to the black rug they're sitting on. "you were upset because we were going on our annual nyc trip, but i'd also promised ronnie i'd help her with something in the morning, and i wanted to push the trip back by two, three hours. and you got really upset and exploded on me—it was entirely justified on your end—there was a lot of things you wanted to do together over the summer and i either canceled or forgot. i was a shitty brother."

"no, arch, you weren't. i'm sure i was just being drama—" you start, but archie raises his hand and you stop.

"no, i was being selfish. i made you a promise, and i broke it. i'm sorry," archie says, standing up and pulling you into a tight hug. "i'm sorry, i really am."

"and we're sorry," jughead says, as archie lets you go. "we thought that giving you some space would be a good thing, but we all got a little caught up in our own shit."

"i understand that, however, i've been alone pretty much for six months." you reply, crossing your arms over your chest.

"you've had cheryl, and jason, and reggie—you seemed like you were pretty happy..." betty says, and you shrug, looking away from her. 

"cheryl is nice— but all we talk about is her. jason's fun to hang with but we have nothing in common other than reggie and cheryl. and reggie.." you sigh, staring out your window over their heads. "reggie made sense."

"he made sense?" veronica asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"picking reggie made sense, and don't get me wrong i do like reggie, he's a great guy—a good listener, great at solving problems, fun to hang out with and all—but there's no connection." you sigh, you briefly contemplate telling them about the jacket, about your supposed summer with the serpents, but decide against it for now.

"are you going to break up with him?" archie asks, and you shrug in reply.

"i probably should," you sigh again, why does all of this have to be so damn hard? "did he ask about me when i disappeared this morning?"

"yeah, i told him you weren't feeling well. dad text me about you being home," archie says, and you nod.

"well, i say we grab dinner at pops tonight like old times," veronica says when the silence goes on a beat too long.

"honestly, i would love that, but i have to tie up some lose ends first. i'll meet you guys there at," you pause, walking over to your old phone, tapping the screen, relief shoots through you when it lights up, "say, 6?"

"sounds good," betty says, and they all stand up.

you unplug your phone, pocketing it as jughead, archie and veronica file out, heading back downstairs, but betty lingers.

"you okay, cooper?" you ask, teasingly.

she turns towards you sharply, hands clasped behind her back, "this morning, i— i really was trying to touch base with you. i know that the whole southside thing kind of has half the school losing it, but you told archie no, and i wasn't going to push it. he mentioned that you were upset about the group not reconnecting with you after everything, and i just wanted to see how you were— are."

"i owe you an apology for how i acted, i was frustrated with arch, not that that's an excuse, but i just kind of snapped. i'm really sorry, i shouldn't have taken that out on you betty,"

"your anger is justified, we should have been by you every step of the way—"

"you were busy, things happen. i missed you guys, sure, but this entire thing has been insane. i woke up six months ago with no memories from the last year. and to be fair, it's not like i made much of an effort with you guys."

"well, we're all okay now. and, you could never truly get rid of us,"

you let out a short laugh, throwing your arm over her shoulder, leading her out into the hallway.

"and you couldn't get rid of me if you tried," you say, and betty grins at you, her arm circling your back as you descend the stairs.

you're standing outside the mantle's house, trying to decide if now is really the best time to be doing this, but your rationality wins out and you move towards the door before you lose your nerve. you raise your hand to knock, but the door flies open and you're met face to face with mrs. mantle. 

"hi dear, are you okay?" she asks, a warm smile on her face. 

"yes. ma'am, i just..." you were not prepared for his mom to open the door. 

that was actually the worse possible thing that could have happened. mrs. mantle has always been such a kind, and wonderful person towards you. you almost wonder if she's the reason you'd let things between you and reggie continue as long as they have. 

"sorry, is reggie home?" you ask, and she nods, stepping out of the way to let you in.

"he's upstairs doing homework, are you staying for supper?" 

the longer you speak to her the more you're dreading following through with this. she's such a nice lady, and you're not entirely sure how reggie's going to handle this. you really don't want to lose her. 

you force yourself to shake your head, "no ma'am, i just have to talk to reggie and then i have dinner plans with my brother," 

she nods again, and you slip your shoes off, and head upstairs. 

you've been here so many times that you don't even have to think about where you're going. as such, this leaves time for you to panic and try to talk yourself out of it. you're not sure why. reggie had been a crush of yours for a long time, from middle school to freshman year at least. when you woke up without your memories from the last year, you'd still felt that way about him. you'd been excited when he initially asked you out. mind you that excitement fizzled rather quickly, realizing what the arrangement meant for your relationship.

you were disappointed, sure, but you weren't blindsided by any means. reggie had always given you the kind of vibe that he wasn't interested in settling down just yet. so, when you push his partially closed door open and find him with his tongue down the throat of a different cheerleader, you're not entirely shocked. the girl notices you first, she's younger than you and reggie by at least a year, and she squeals, pulling away from him. he doesn't notice you at first, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion before he follows her eyeline. they both look like deer, and you're the headlights.

"uh, h-hey..." reggie musters, sitting down beside the girl, "i think you should probably go,"

"y-yeah, g-go...." she says, jumping up and flying out of the room.

you stare at him, unsure of how to continue. sure, he'd made this infinitely easier on you, but at the same time you still find yourself hurting a bit.

"i'm sorry," he says, dropping his head into his hands.

"despite our "arrangement", reg," you use air quotes, "i thought you respected me more than this,"

"i do!" his voice comes out loud, then softer, "i do."

the silence that follows is deafening, and feels like it stretches for hours. he doesn't look at you the whole time, his eyes trained on the ground.

"well, you've made this decision a whole lot easier for me. i'm breaking up with you, reg." you sigh, "i don't hate you; i'm not mad at you; i am a bit disappointed, but i think we were kind of doomed from the start. maybe in a couple months we can try to be friends, just friends. if you're down with that..."

he raises his head, guilt written clear across his features, but he nods, "i'm sorry, sunshine. i really, really am."

"i know reg," you say, leaning down to give his hand a squeeze. "so am i,"

you turn to leave, hesitanting in the doorway.

"reg?"

"yeah?"

you turn to look at him, "see you around,"

4:50pm. you have about an hour and ten minutes before you have to meet archie and the others. you plop down on your bed, and flip your diary open. there are only eight entries.

entry 1: may 16th

i can't do this anymore. faking everything. it's driving me fucking insane. betty, ronnie, and archie are always flaking on me. internship this. summer job that. charity this. sorry i forgot that. jug is the only one who hasn't consistently left me hanging, and we're not even all that close. that being said, out of all of them, i'm starting to change my tune on that. he's even offered to talk to his manager about possibly getting me a summer job at the twilight. which would be killer, i'm there for most of the showings anyway. at least i'll get paid for doing something i already enjoy. then at least i'll have something going on. i'm honestly not ok with them constantly rescheduling things but for whatever reason i just sit there and take it. i need to start putting myself first, and find some friends that put in just as much effort as i do. i wonder if the three of them will even notice if i stop putting in the effort.

entry 2: may 19th

guess who has a new job!!! me!!!!!!!! i'm so excited, i don't think i've been this happy about something in a long time. i start tomorrow night, and jug's already introduced me to some of his coworkers. i'll be working in concession. we're even allowed to sit outside and watch the movie when we're between customers. i'm so looking forward to having this. betty, ronnie and i were supposed to go shopping today but they both just texted to cancel. go figure.

entry 3: may 20th

first day was a success! my new coworkers are so nice, i even made quick friends with a girl named toni. she's got pink highlights in her hair which really suit her. i also overheard that she's a southside serpent. mind you she doesn't really seem like the kind of people i’ve been told are in that motorcycle gang. then again, you're not supposed to believe everything you hear.

okay!! it's later now, and toni asked me if i wanted to hang out with her and her friends at the quarry tomorrow!! that's the first time in a really long time someone’s asked me to do something with them! i, of course said yes! i’m so excited!!

just got back from the quarry, i had so much fun. more fun than i’ve had all year! toni is so much fun to be around, she has the best energy, and it's just so refreshing to be around someone who actually wants to do things and live in the moment. the last time i hung out with ronnie and betty they were both glued to their cellphones, undoubtedly texting jug and archie. i also met her two best friends sweet pea and fangs, who are also super cool. they were really nice, and welcoming. i was pretty nervous, because i’d seen the two of them at the drive-in with fp a bunch of times, so i knew they were serpents, but they were both so nice! i’m really starting to wonder if the serpents are as “bad” and as much of a problem as other northsiders insist they are.

entry 4: june 21st

oh god, it’s been a month since my last entry. i have so much to write about… i honestly don't know where to start. i’ve been hanging out with toni, sweet pea and fangs pretty consistently since that day they invited me to the quarry. i’ve stopped chasing archie and his friends to hang out, and i was right in my guess that they wouldn't notice if i stopped trying. i haven't received a single text from any of them. i mean, i have from archie, but he’s my brother so that doesn't really count in my opinion. and i guess jug too, but we're coworkers and he was the only non-flake before anyway. either way, it’s been so nice having toni, fangs and sweet pea reaching out to make plans with me and when i reach out to them they actually follow through. we all have a lot in common; we enjoy a lot of the same music and tv shows.

toni is a god with her camera, i don't think i’ve seen more beautiful photography, and she takes the BEST candids. she’s taken so many pictures of us, she’s going to get me some physical copies for my scrapbook.

fangs can get you ANYTHING. he’s such a smooth talker that people just end up giving him things. he even got us into a sold out _ show. i’m really not sure how he managed, but we got escorted by security to the barricade.

i was supposed to go with betty, archie and ronnie, but i decided to flake on them for a change. that did get me a few texts from each of them, and i didn't answer them. i just turned off my phone and enjoyed the show. it was amazing!!!!!! i had an absolute blast.

i’ve also been spending more time with sweet pea… alone… (obviously, with toni & fangs too) he’s nothing like i thought he’d be when we met. here i go again judging a book by its cover, shame on me. but he’s so sweet, it took a bit to get him to open up to me, toni says he’s just protective, which i both completely agree and understand. with friends as cool as those two, i don't blame him. he goes out of his way for everyone; holding the door for old ladies, standing in the middle of a busy street so kids can cross. he seems so scary and mean, but that's just his defence. we've been getting a really close, and every time he asks me to hangout i get butterflies.

we're hanging out tonight too, i’m going to pick him up in twenty minutes and we're going to the quarry. i’m sitting in a booth at pop’s waiting for our food. i really like him, and i enjoy spending time with him. toni said she’s never seen him so happy, and that she thinks he likes me. i really hope he does, because i like him. i might even tell him as much tonight… that might be a bit too much, actually. i don't know. oh, pop’s calling my order, i’ll update you later!

just got back from the quarry, and oh. my. god. sweet pea kissed me! i was all nervous, and i decided i was going to tell him how i felt and before i got the words out, he leaned over and just did it! i’ve had a few kisses before, some good, some not so much, but this one? it was the BEST i’ve ever had. that thing you read about in fanfics or novels about fireworks or butterflies, it's REAL. he asked me out on a date too, and i’m literally so excited. i called toni before i added this update and she squealed. she was right, he does like me. mine and sweet pea’s date is wednesday night, we're going to watch a movieat the drive-in and then in the morning we're all going camping at sweetwater river.

my phone is ringing… it’s archie? weird, he usually texts me. i’m going to answer him, i’ll be right back.

just got off the phone with arch. mom is coming down from chicago for the weekend, and we were supposed to go together to pick her up, now he’s backed out on me and i have to go alone. what could be more important than picking mom up from the airport?! especially considering we rarely see her. whatever, i guess it’ll give us time to talk.

entry 5: june 30th

just dropped mom back off at the airport. this visit was so fucked. i picked her up, we had a lovely conversation, and then she asked me where arch was and i had to lie to her. he said he was going to call her and let her know, but apparently he didn't. then, he didn’t show up for family dinner, which he was also supposed to help me cook (spoiler: he DIDN’T). when mom and dad asked where he was, i was like a dear caught in headlights. i have no fucking clue!! i called him, and BAM! voicemail. mom calls him and woah, he picks up first ring. he lies, and gets away with it. arch was gone all weekend which screwed up my itinerary. i mean, seeing mom was the highlight, obviously, but archie and i planned all this stuff and we didn't get to do any of it. not to mention, archie had promised he’s take mom to the airport because he was gone all weekend, and then he didn't show! again! i had plans with toni, and i had to apologize and cancel on her (which isn't fair to her or me (but fuck us i guess??)) anyway, i’m banking on archie cancelling our yearly trip to nyc with everything going on. i’d lay money on it now.

entry 6: july 1st

i’m so mad right now. archie saw me and sweet pea coming out of pop’s with lunch, and got in sweets face. he has NO RIGHT. especially considering how much he's left me hanging lately. i will admit, i did something i shouldn't have, but he said something he definitely shouldn't have (that i shant repeat here (just know it's vile)) and i then punched him. sweets then threw me over his shoulder and carried me to my car. i bruised the crap out of my hand, archie’s got a hard face i guess. toni and fangs tried to lighten the mood when we got back but i couldn't help myself. sweet pea and i ended up leaving early, and we just drove around for a while. when i finally did calm down, he thanked me for standing up for him. why wouldn't i?? archie has no right to treat any of my friends like that, let alone my maybe boyfriend (we haven't really labelled it yet). and archie’s one to talk about people’s “priorities” and who they “really” are, seeing as toni, sweet pea and fangs have done nothing but be great friends and have been there for me all summer and he (MY! TWIN! BROTHER!) couldn’t even see his mother while she was down from chicago. i haven't seen archie since our altercation at pop’s and i’m more than okay with that.

entry 7: august 15th

sweet pea and i got into a fight. it’s nothing major, and i know he’s just looking out for me, but somethings aren’t really any of his business. namely, things involving my family. i was telling him about mine and archie’s annual trip to nyc, and how this will be the first year that it’s just the two of us. mom and dad usually go with us, and it’s the highlight of our summer. i’ve been really looking forward to it, and that i’m hoping this will help mend the tear we’ve both been helping create in our relationship. i’m not going to entirely blame arch because i’ve definitely not helped… especially when i punched him in the face in july. he’s finally speaking to me again. it took a couple of weeks and awkwardly dodging each other but we’re at least talking again. which is progress i guess. we haven’t talked about it either. he just walked into my room last tuesday and started telling about this video he saw, and then everything was fine again. we’ve always been like that, but what archie said really isn’t ok, and what i did really isn’t ok either. i plan to bring it up on our trip. anyway, back to sweets, he’s worried i’m going to get super hyped up about this trip and then archie’s going to yank the carpet from under my feet (kind of like he’s been doing all summer, but i digress). we leave in two days, and so far everything seems to be going well. i should apologize to sweets before we leave though, cause i did kind of snap at him… adding that to the to-do list.

entry 8: august 17th

fuck archie. FUCK. HIM. sweets was right. FUCK EVERYTHING. GODDAMN NORTHSIDERS. 

that was it, the last entry. you wrote that the night of your accident. that's why you were in your car. that's where you were headed. you close the diary, and smack it off your forehead. you close your eyes, and then let out a scream of frustration. you throw the book across your room, and pull your old phone from your pocket. you sift through your text threads, you'd sent more outgoing messages to betty, veronica and archie then they'd sent back to you for months before your accident. turns out they weren't  just shitty friends afterwards. 

you pause for a moment, your finger hovering over fp jones' contact. why would you have jughead's dad's number? up until hiram started causing a stir in town, jughead hadn't even been living with his dad so you never would've needed to contact him. you click it and a bunch of text messages load in. 

things were falling into place for you. they were shitty friends before. you were going to need new ones regardless, that's how you ended up in friendship purgatory at riverdale high. cheryl just isn't your cup of tea, and you're still not sure how you feel about reggie after everything you witnessed this afternoon. one thing you do know; you owe some people an explanation. you close out of the messages, and go to your gallery. the first picture that you see is one of you, toni, sweet pea and fangs, your faces all pressed together cheek to cheek, smiling widely. you smile, and then suddenly it's like a damn breaks and a years worth of memories come flooding in. you drop the phone, and rush downstairs, grabbing your keys from the bowl by the front door. 

"you guys are terrible fucking friends," you say, not really caring to control the level of your voice as you stomp towards your brother and his friends. "not you jug, you're fine, i'm talking about these three."

archie, veronica and betty share confused looks then look up at you. you tower over their table, anger coursing through you. you stare the three of them down quietly, eyes darting from one to the other, to the other.

"uh, didn't we already go over that?" veronica asks, her tone light and joking. 

"not really," you say, "i got my memories back, and you guys were fucking terrible. what did i do to deserve being cancelled on, and forgotten about so easily by you three? especially you arch, you're my brother. my twin. you of everyone are supposed to have my back!"

betty and veronica's eyes drop to their laps, and archie freezes, his eyes wide. 

 "while i appreciate your apology from before archie, with all the facts, i don't accept. what you did was fucking shitty, and i never would have done that to you. never. as for you two, if you don't like me, or just don't like hanging out with me, or just don't want to be my friend, stop making plans with me. i'm done being treated like that, and if any of you want to make things right, actually make things right, you'll be able to find me with my real friends; toni, sweet pea and fangs. who, unlike you three, actually like spending time with me. and for the record, are really good people, and deserve to be treated with respect." you turn on your heels to leave, and then pause at the last booth, whipping back around, "also, fuck you guys."

you pray that you're right about this. you never hung out with them during school, so you weren't sure if they were going to be at the quarry tonight. the weather's still nice, so you're hoping that you're right. you turn onto the familiar dirt road, and catch sight of their bikes in the distance of your headlights. relief washes over you as you get closer, you see three figures walking towards you and you pull in beside the bikes, like you had so many times before. you turn the car off, and jump out. 

"fucking hell, andrews! you scared the shit out of us!" you hear fangs yell, a bark of laughter leaving him. 

"guys--" you say, walking closer to them, your heart beating hard against your ribs. 

you almost wonder if it's going to beat right out of your chest, you're  so nervous, but you're so happy to see them. you missed them. 

"told you she knew who we were." sweet pea sneers, cutting you off. "what schools out so you can be friends with us again?"

"what? no--" you start but he cuts you off again. 

"where were you? why are you back now?" he bites out, and toni smacks him. 

"shut up and let her talk." toni says, nodding at you. "go,"

"i got into a car accident on august 17th. i have no idea how, or what happened, but i was trapped in that car for four hours, and spent two days in a coma. then when i woke up, i couldn't remember anything that happened over the last year. i now remember everything, and am really, really sorry for unintentionally ghosting you guys for six months." you pause to take a breath, and gage their reactions, "i know how this all sounds, but i promise i'm telling the truth,"

toni smirks, stepping forward to throw her arms around you, "i'm glad you're back, i fucking missed you."

you hug her tightly, "i missed you guys way more,"

"i bet you did," she laughs, letting you go, and stepping back.

you hug her tightly, "i missed you guys way more,"

"i bet you did," she laughs, letting you go, and stepping back.

she turns to look at fangs, and sweet pea and holds her hand out, “c’mon boys, cough it up.”

begrudgingly, they both pull five dollars out of their pockets and drop it into her hand. fangs then moves past her, and scoops you into a bone crushing hug.

“missed you,” he whispers, then lets you go.

“missed you too,” you smile, and the pair of them slowly slink back to the fire they’d been sitting around, giving you and sweet pea space.

sweet pea stares at you, dark eyes unreadable, his posture tense. it takes you back to how he was when you met for the first time. closed off, on guard, and analytical. you want to reach out for him, wrap yourself around him and never let go. you’re not sure he’s ready for that, so you shove your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. your fingers catching the slip of paper he’d given you months ago, curling around it, you put it out and his eyes close briefly.

“i understand if you need space,” you say carefully, unfolding the small scrap. “but if you ever actually meant this, you have to know that i never would have left you hanging like that intentionally.”

he takes the note from you, his eyes leaving yours to look at it. he stays quiet for what feels like an eternity.

“i know.” he finally speaks, eyes still on the note. “deep down, i knew you wouldn't have left. not when you socked your brother for me. i was just so mad… at myself for what i said to you last, at you, for not following through on your text… then seeing you at school– it didn't make sense. instead of really thinking about it, like toni did, i just–” his eyes meet yours again, “i don't know, i let my fears take hold, i guess.”

"i--"

"JUST KISS ALREADY; YOU LOVE HER, HE LOVES YOU, THE END-"

"FANGS, SHUT UP!" toni yells, the sound of her smacking him and him asking her to stop follows.

you and sweet pea share a glance, and then both break out in giggles. when the giggles subside, you step closer to him, your hand landing on his shoulder.

"i love you, sweets, and if you need time—"

"i've had enough time, what i need now, is you." he says before pulling you against him, and kissing you.

he pulls back briefly, letting you catch your breath, "i love you too,"

[edsheeranong]

Sweet Pea x Fem OC

pt 5

archie andrews twin sister, delilah, is fed up with him being overprotective. so when a cute serpent offers her an opportunity, she can't turn it down

"hey, what've you been up to?" sweet pea pulled her aside at lunch.

"not much, why?" she said, taking a bite.

"you haven't been answering my texts," he waved his phone in her face.

"sorry, it's been a busy weekend. i had a sleepover with cheryl and her grandma fell down the stairs in the middle of the night, and my moms back in town. plus veronica and archie are making me help them with junior class president, so i haven't been on my phone much," she said in between bites of food.

"your mom though? that sounds fun, why's she back?" he asked.

"my dad has some legal issues with the lodges, i don't really get it. but she's a lawyer so she's helping him," she explained. "anyway, enough about me. what've you been doing?"

"jughead has a plan to save southside high from being destroyed so we've been planning for it, i guess," he shrugged.

"what kind of plan?"

"we're gonna chain ourselves to the school," he explained.

"for how long?"

"as long as we need to," he said.

"it's freezing," she blinked at him.

"guess i'll need something to keep me warm," he smiled.

"when is this happening?"

"tonight," he told her.

"i'll be there," she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"well, well, well. the cavalry's finally here," jughead said as archie arrived on his bike. "guess that means we've got hiram's attention."

"are you nuts?" archie scoffed. "chaining yourself to this place? getting my sister involved? they're gonna tear this place down in two days, dude."

"not unless hiram wants the blood of 8 young serpents on his hands," jughead said. "we're not going anywhere. go and tell your boss we said that."

archie rolled his eyes and walked over to delilah.

"come on," he grabbed her arm. "you're coming home."

"no," she ripped her arm away.

"delilah you're going to freeze out here," he yelled. "this isn't your battle to fight. now come on."

"she made her choice, dude," sweet pea chimed in.

"shut the hell up. and shame on you for roping her into this. i was starting to think you might actually be decent after that trip to shadow lake, but not anymore," he spat.

"as if i care what you think of me," sweet pea replied.

"whatever," archie spat before getting on his bike and riding off.

"you don't have to stay the whole night," sweet pea told her.

"well i can't exactly go home now so, i guess i will be," she smiled and sat down against the wall. he quickly took a seat next to her.

wrapped up in the blankets she had brought and sweet peas arms, she fell asleep much fast than she thought she would and was woken up by betty shaking her awake.

"archie told me you were here, and that you wouldn't listen to him. i have your bag if you want to go school today," betty said, holding out her bag.

delilah glanced at sweet pea who gestured for her to go. she grabbed her bag and stood up.

"i'll be back as soon as i can, text me if archie shows back up," she kissed his cheek and caught up with betty.

"you're coming to veronica and josie's performance, right?" betty asked once they got to riverdale high.

"of course, i wouldn't miss it," she smiled and then made her way to class.

by the time the day was over, delilah was more than ready to go home but she knew she still had to go support veronica and betty. she slowly made her way to the student lounge and found a spot against the wall.

veronica and josie were singing when a paper was handed to her. confused, delilah looked down to see a picture of veronica with a devils tail and horns labeled "did you know?"

she scanned over the paper and read all sorts of things veronica had done for her parents. she saw veronica running after betty and delilah walked up to ethel and josie.

"can i have a few more of those?"

delilah ran all the way to southside high with the papers in her jacket.

"miss me?" sweet pea joked.

"duh," delilah managed to get out between gasps of air. "but also, i thought you might want to see these."

jughead took the paper from her and read the text front and center. "she knew they were turning south side high into a prison."

"does betty know?" jughead asked.

"she does now," delilah told him. "look, i have to go meet my mom, but i'll be back as soon as i can."

sweet pea nodded and gestured for her to go. she took off running again and sweet pea couldn't get his attention off of her.

"i was hoping to see jughead while i was in town," her mom remarked as they sat down for dinner.

"he's still at southside high, mom, chained up like a lunatic. with her boyfriend," archie scoffed. delilah rolled her eyes.

"arch, you may not believe in what he's fighting for," their dad started.

"i'm not sure he's fighting for anything, dad," archie said. "i think he's mostly fighting against mr lodge. like a lot of people in this town who are afraid."

"afraid?" delilah snapped. "afraid of a criminal buying half the land in our town to turn it into a prison? shocking."

"afraid of having a vision, of seeing what has to be done and doing it," he yelled back at her.

"what has to be done? why do you think there has to be a prison in riverdale?" she argued.

"because our dad was shot in a diner and a father shot his son, delilah" he spat.

"there are hundred off prisons in the world, archie. i personally don't want to live in a town with those kinds of criminals that close to me or my children. hiram lodge just wants to make more money," she slammed her fork down and stood up. "i also don't want to live in a place where the best hope is working at a prison."

she stormed upstairs and into her room. she could still hear her mom arguing with archie downstairs but she didn't care to listen. she was starting to grab a sweatshirt to put on so she could run back to southside high when her door opened.

her mom sat down on her bed and patted for delilah to sit down next to her.

"you've changed so much," she remarked. "the delilah i remember would've never yelled at archie like that. i'm so proud of you," she pulled her in for a hug. "it really made me realize how much i miss out on in chicago. like your first boyfriend."

delilah froze when she said that. she didn't need her family getting any closer to sweet pea.

"i was thinking maybe he could come over for dinner before i leave," her mom suggested.

"well, um, like archie said he's at southside high chained to it," delilah said awkwardly. "and it's really not that serious yet so i'm not sure."

"delilah, im only gonna be in town for a few days and im not sure when i'll be back. i want to at least meet him," her mom explained.

"i'll talk to him," she said.

"thank you," she kissed delilah's forehead. "goodnight sweetie."

"goodnight mom," she said.

delilah waited an hour for her parents to settle down before sneaking out her window. she ran back to southside high and saw sweet pea leaned against the wall, talking with his friends.

"lily!" a voice called from her left side. she didn't need to turn to know who it was. it was jugheads dad, he was the only person who ever called her that. "what are doing here?"

"just needed some fresh air," she walked closer to him.

"you shouldn't be out here at night," he told her. "it's not safe."

"you're here," she cocked her head.

"i'm an adult," he told her. "you better get back home andrews."

"wouldn't it be more unsafe for me to go back home than to stay here?"

"sit down," he huffed and waved her off.

delilah skipped over to the boys chained up and stood in front of sweet pea who felt a smile forming on his face.

"what are you doing here?" he asked.

"can't a girl visit her boyfriend?" she smiled back. "plus archie's being-"

"archie," he finished.

"yep," she rolled her eyes.

"talk to me," he pulled her into a hug.

"he's just still defending hiram lodges plan for the stupid prison," she huffed and leaned against him.

he ran his fingers through her hair and put his head on top of hers. he walked her closer to the school and sat down with her. she was between his legs and her head was on his chest.

under almost any other circumstance, delilah would've found it romantic. but she knew it wasn't.

she woke up in a fright the next morning. she was still m on top of sweet pea and she began scrambling. it woke him up and he sleepily grabbed her by her shoulders and tried to look at her but it was too dark to really see her.

"what?" he whispered.

"i have to get back home before my mom realizes i'm not there," she explained.

"it's still early, you'll be fine," he tried to reason with her because it couldn't be any later than 4.

"i just need to get home," she said.

"stay," he whispered.

"why?"

it was then that he realized what he had just said. he didn't have a reason for her to stay there. it wasn't like anyone was awake, and if they were they weren't going to tell archie she left him.

they continued to stare at each other as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"nevermind, go home," he said. she got up without another word and ran back home.

the very next morning she returned to southside high with betty to see a group had already formed. she pushed her way to the front to see sweet pea who acknowledged her only with a small nod. she smiled at him before turning back around to find betty.

the crowd quickly grew despite it being very early in the morning and they began chanting to save southside high.

the chants began to die down and delilah turned around to see archie with a pair of bolt cutters, the wrestling team following closely behind him.

she stepped in front of him.

"don't do this," she pleaded, he kept walking. she grabbed his arm but he pushed her off him.

"jugheads your best friend, i know you don't want to do this," she walked next to him. he continued to ignore her and pushed past the police barricades.

fp stepped up to archie when he got close enough. delilah couldn't hear what was being said but she knew it wasn't good. jughead pushed his father aside and started talking to archie.

he held his wrists up and after a few seconds archie cut the chains wrapped around them.

one by one delilah watched as the wrestling team cut the chains and shove the boys away from the school.

even after mostly everyone had left, delilah stayed, sitting on the sidewalk. betty took a seat next to her.

"i'm just so disappointed," delilah sighed.

"that it didn't work? because i think it definitely did help," betty said.

"no, in archie," she frowned. "jughead was archie's best friend. for years. he never would've done this but now that hiram lodge is in town he's acting all high and mighty. i'm not happy about it."

"i know what you're saying, i just hope he'll come around eventually," betty said. "but in the meantime, i think i know two boys who could use our company."

betty stood up and held her hands out for delilah.

"i don't think that's a good idea, i think sweet pea might want to be alone," she said frantically.

"nonsense, he'd definitely want to. now come on," she urged.

"i don't even know where he lives," she shrugged.

"we'll ask jughead when we get to the trailer park, i'm sure he knows," betty smiled. delilah grabbed betty's hands and stood up. they walked to sunnyside trailer park together and knocked on jugheads trailer.

"i was not expecting you," he looked confused at delilah.

"i wanted to apologize for archie, i know it doesn't mean much coming from me and not him but i still feel bad," delilah said and tried to walk away.

"oh!" betty grabbed her wrist. "she also wanted to know which trailer her boyfriend lives in."

"lemme walk you there, it's not too far. just confusing," jughead offered. they weaved through trailers and after a few minutes stopped in front of sweet peas. "there you are," jug patted her back and walked away.

delilah debated whether she should actually go in or not but decided she would. she slowly walked up to the door and knocked. the door opened almost immediately and he looked at her weirdly.

"why are you here?" he whispered, looking around.

"betty thought i should come see you, and she was coming to see jughead, and she wouldn't take no for an answer, and-" she said but he pulled her inside before she could say anything else.

"it's fine," he said. delilah looked around his trailer, it was small and it only had one bed.

"i know it's not what you're used to, but it's what i've got," he shrugged. delilah nodded and turned her attention back to him.

"it's great," she reassured him. "so how are you feeling?" she asked after an awkward silence.

"im fine, my shoulders just hurt from those chains," he said, walking back to his bed.

"i've been told i'm pretty good at giving massages," she shrugged. he chuckled at her before he felt her hands starting to take his shirt off.

"you don't have to," he grabbed her wrists but she kept moving his shirt up. he gave in and helped her take his shirt off.

"hop up," she patted his bed and he slowly climbed on to his bed. she hopped up after him and straddled his lower back.

she started massaging his shoulders, trying her best to ignore the way he was groaning underneath her. at some point she figured he must've passed out because the trailer was filled with silence. she was zoned out massaging his back when suddenly his hands gripped her thighs and she was snapped out of it.

"your turn," he said groggily, turning his neck as far as he could to look at her.

"no no no, i don't need it," she protested. he turned his hips to roll over and she fell off of him.

"i see the way you sit in class, you do," he said, beginning to pull her sweater off. she grabbed his wrists and stared at him.

"it's okay, it's just me," he said, continuing to pull up on her top. he slid it over her head and tossed it to the side. he grabbed her by her hips and placed her face down in front of him.

delilah had never felt more vulnerable with sweet pea straddling her thighs. she felt his hands unclasping her bra and her hands shot back to stop him.

"what're you doing?" she asked.

"it's in the way. you're facing down, it's not like i'll see anything," he explained. delilah sighed and let him continue. he slid the straps off her arms and pulled it out from under her, tossing it with the rest of their clothes.

he ran his hands up her sides, trying to push down all the thoughts in his head. delilah felt like she couldn't breathe, nobody had ever seen this much of her and here she was letting a boy she wasn't even really dating touch every inch of her back. she tried telling herself it was just a massage, that it wasn't anything inappropriate, but it wasn't easing her at all.

as he started working, delilah found her eyes growing heavy.

she woke up to a loud bang at the door. before she could even process it, the door was opened and she heard a voice.

"dude, i've been texting you-" fangs started before looking at the two in bed.

neither of them had a shirt on, and though the sheets covered their lower half, fangs assumed they didn't have pants on either. delilah was face down, sweet pea had both his arms wrapped around her waist laying next to her.

delilah began to push herself up before realizing she had nothing on and quickly turned away from fangs, only to be pressed against sweet peas chest, his arms still wrapped around her waist.

"is this a bad time?" fangs joked. sweet pea nodded and he slowly left the trailer.

delilah's cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. she was still pressed tight against sweet pea, too scared to pull away from him.

"where's my bra?" she whispered in his ear. he looked around the bed for a second before answering .

"the floor," he told her. she sighed and buried her head further into him.

"can you get it?"

"it'd be more fun watching you get it," he teased.

"please," she pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.

he tried his hardest not to let his eyes wander.

"okay," he whispered. he removed his hands from her and climbed out of bed, grabbing her bra and sweater from the ground and placing it next to her.

once she was fully dressed again, she turned around to face him again.

"i should, um, be getting home," she stammered, still slightly flustered.

"can i walk you home?" he asked.

"no, it's okay. i'll be fine," she said heading for the door. "i'll see you at school."

she was out the door before he could say anything else.

[horrorlesbion]

riverdale aesthetics  ➠ ships ➟ hiram lodge x hermione lodge

"Some couples, they tie each other up to spice things up. But you and me, we order hits. That's why we keep doing this little dance."

[fanfics4all]

Golden Soul: Part 2

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Toni Topaz x Brother!Reader 

Word count: 728

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

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Coming back to Riverdale after a year in New York felt… strange. The streets still looked the same, the buildings still had that old, worn-down charm, and the Whyte Wyrm was still standing- barely. But there was something different in the air, something heavier. Maybe it was the fact that I’d spent the last year in a city that never slept, where life moved fast and people didn’t stop to stare. Maybe it was just me that had changed. 

I adjusted my bag on my shoulder as I walked toward my old house, taking in the familiar streets of the Northside, where the Serpents now lived. The Serpents weren’t what they used to be. After Hiram Lodge took over as mayor, things only got worse. The town had been shifting for years, but now, it felt like a ghost of what it used to be. Before I could knock, the front door swung open. 

“Little T!” Toni pulled me into a hug so tight I almost dropped my bag. I laughed, hugging her back just as tightly. 

“Hey TT.” 

She pulled back, looking me over. “Damn, look at you! You got taller.” 

I smirked. “Or maybe you got shorter.” 

She scoffed, punching my arm. “Shut up, college boy.” 

I stepped inside, and the familiar scent of leather and Toni’s hair dye filled the air. It felt good to be home, even if everything around me had changed. 

“God, I missed you.” Toni said, flopping onto the couch. “Tell me everything. How’s New York? Are you surviving? Are the people as mean as they say?” 

I chuckled, setting my bag down. “New York’s insane. Loud, busy, and expensive as hell. But I love it. School’s tough, but I’m handling it.” 

Toni grinned. “Of course you are. I always knew you’d kill it out there.” 

I hesitated before adding. “It’s weird, though. Being back here, it feels… smaller.” 

Toni nodded, her expression shifting. “Yeah, Riverdale’s not the same, Y/N. Ever since Hiram became mayor, the Serpents have been barely holding on. He’s been buying out everything. Southside High is gone, Pop’s almost got shut down, and he’s got his hands in everyone’s pockets.” 

I clenched my jaw. “That bastard’s still screwing over the town?” 

“Worse than ever.” She sighed. “But enough about that. I wanna hear more about you. Any new friends? A girlfriend, maybe?” 

I rolled my eyes. “No, no girlfriend, but I made some good friends. One of them wants me to intern at this office with him next year.” 

Her eyes lit up. “No way! That’s huge!” 

Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. 

Toni got up, smirking. “Speaking of people who missed you.” She swung the door open, revealing none other than Archie Andrews. 

He grinned, stepping inside. “Well, if it isn’t Y/N Topaz. Look at you, man. You’re all grown up.” 

I laughed, shaking his hand before pulling him into a quick hug. “Archie, good to see you, dude.” 

“You too. Toni told me you were coming back for a visit. How’s New York treating you?” 

“It’s crazy, but I love it.” I said. “How’s Riverdale? Besides, you know… the Lodge infestation.” 

Archie sighed. “Man, it’s a mess. Hiram’s got his hands in everything. He’s even messing with the Community Center now, trying to push us out.” 

I clenched my fists. “He won’t stop until he owns the whole town, will he?” 

“Nope.” Toni said, popping the p. 

Archie ran a hand through his hair. “It’s good to have you back, though. Even if it’s just for a bit.” 

I smiled, looking between the two of them. “Yeah, it’s good to be back.” 

Even if Riverdale had changed, even if Hiram Lodge was still making life hell for everyone, some things stayed the same. Toni was still my sister, and Archie was still one of the most loyal guys I knew. No matter how much time passed, this town would always be a part of me. But I wasn’t the same kid who left a year ago. I wasn’t the naïve little brother who needed protecting. I was different now. Stronger. And if Hiram thought he could keep tearing this town apart without consequences, maybe it was time someone reminded him that Riverdale still had people willing to fight back. Learning Law would come in handy for this town. 

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[gratelove]

Cross My Heart

After discovering that Veronica’s father, Hiram Lodge, was behind your dad’s business shutdown, you confront Veronica, heartbroken by her silence. In a moment of raw honesty, Veronica reveals her feelings for you, leading to a bittersweet kiss that bridges the pain and love between you both.

Veronica Lodge x Reader

Warning: fluff, kissing

You’d been running on adrenaline and a gnawing ache in your chest for days, ever since the news broke that your dad’s small business was facing an abrupt shutdown. He’d poured his entire life into that shop, and it felt like your whole world was crumbling as you watched the lights flicker off one last time.

It didn’t make any sense, not until you did some digging of your own. The papers you’d found hidden in a file marked “Anonymous Buyer” painted a far darker picture, revealing a name that sent a chill down your spine: Hiram Lodge. You’d spent enough time with Veronica to know just what that name meant—power, wealth, and ruthless ambition. And that’s why, as you pushed open the doors to her apartment, you felt the sharp sting of betrayal cutting deep.

Veronica looked up from the couch, her face lighting up briefly before she saw the expression in your eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, standing up, but you held your hand out, stopping her.

“Don’t.” Your voice cracked, your hands shaking as you gripped the papers you’d brought with you. “How long have you known? About your father buying up all the properties, about him shutting down my dad’s business?”

A flash of recognition crossed her face, and she sighed, rubbing her temple. “I was going to tell you,” she started, but the hollow sound of her words only made your heart ache more.

“When, Veronica?” you demanded, voice trembling. “After it was too late? After he’d bulldozed everything we’ve worked for?”

Her eyes softened, but there was a trace of guilt in them too. “I… I was trying to protect you,” she admitted. “My father isn’t someone you can just go up against. If you knew, you’d try to stop him, and… and he’ll crush anyone who gets in his way.”

You felt a bitter laugh escape your lips, the kind that was more pain than humor. “You didn’t think I deserved to know the truth?” you whispered. “I thought you… I thought you cared about me, Veronica. But it seems like I was just another person you didn’t think could handle it.”

She flinched, her carefully composed mask breaking for the first time as she looked away, her voice barely a murmur. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. And I thought… I thought maybe if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t be pulled into this mess. My dad… he doesn’t care who he hurts. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

You shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Then why not stand up to him? Why not help me?”

“I wanted to.” Veronica’s voice cracked, her dark eyes meeting yours, pleading. “I tried… but I know him. He’d only go after you and your dad even harder if he knew I was involved. I couldn’t bear to watch you suffer because of me. But God, I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

There was a raw vulnerability in her voice that pulled at you, but the ache in your chest refused to let go. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” you asked softly, trying to understand, despite the anger burning in your veins.

She reached out, hesitating before she took your hand gently, her fingers brushing yours like she was afraid you might pull away. “Because I care about you. Because… I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me.”

You swallowed, her words hitting deeper than you’d expected. The anger was there, but beneath it, something else—a soft, fragile longing you’d tried to ignore for months. “Veronica, I… I needed you to be honest with me. I needed you, more than anything, and you kept me in the dark.”

She stepped closer, her gaze intense, filled with a desperation that mirrored your own. “I know,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “and that’s the last thing I wanted. I thought I was protecting you. But maybe… maybe I was just protecting myself from losing you.”

You looked into her eyes, seeing the pain, the regret, but also something else—something warmer, something real. Before you could think it through, you felt yourself leaning into her touch, her hand still holding yours, grounding you. “You’re not going to lose me, Veronica. I’m just… I’m really hurt.”

“I know,” she murmured, her breath close, her lips a whisper away from yours. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. But I didn’t tell you the truth because I care about what you think of me. It’s selfish, but I didn’t want you to think I was like him… a reflection of him. Your opinion matters more to me than anyone because… because I like you. And I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me.”

The world faded around you, your breath hitching as her words settled into the air between you. It was reckless, painful, and so much more than you’d ever expected. And despite everything, the hurt and betrayal, you felt your heart pulling toward her. You prayed what she said was real, but you couldn’t be sure if you were dreaming.

“Please say something and stop staring me like I just got mud on your new Prada shoes.” Her grip on your hand tightened and it took her words for you to realize you had left her in silence.

“You… like me? Like, like me, like me?” A nervous smile appeared on her face.

“Just let me down easy if-“

You don’t know what took over you, but you closed the space between you, your lips finding hers in a kiss that was raw and full of the unspoken, tangled emotions between you. Veronica’s hands cupped your face, pulling you close, her touch a silent promise—a promise that this was real, that despite everything, you were hers, and she was yours. When you finally pulled back, the pain was still there, but it felt just a little lighter, a little easier to bear, knowing that this connection, however fragile, was yours to hold on to.

“So, does that mean you like me too? And hopefully I’m forgiven?” She smiled, her forehead resting on yours.

“I’ve liked you for a long time. I think that’s why I was so hurt… am hurt. I forgive you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still upset. Ronnie, I need you to be honest with me, about everything. Especially if this is… us, is more than just friends.” She tucked a strand of hair behind your ears as she admired you.

“I swear, from now on, no more secrets. No more lies. Cross my heart.” You smiled and brushed your lips against hers.

“So, does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” You asked.

“Only if that means we can make out now?” You laughed, then looked to the side in playful thought, tapping your index finger on your chin.

“It’s a deal, Veronica Lodge.”

[jupitermelichios]

rejected riverdale fic ideas

sam and dean winchester hear about the gargoyle king and assume he must be supernatural and spend three weeks chasing a sentient teleporting pile of sticks around the woods before figuring out it's not actually teleporting there's just like 6 different people all concurrently wearing the costume and murdering people

the teen wolf gang take a vacation in riverdale and get trapped in the town's temporal vortex (personally I like to think of it as the timehole but many disagree) and have to figure out how to escape

chose your own adventure fic where you have to stop archie from becoming aware that he's in a fictional narrative and going on a murder spree (again)

jughead jones makes a deal with bill cipher and unleashes weirdmageddon and the gang have to defeat him

the gang discover FP made a deal with bill cipher and unleashed weirdmageddon years ago and that's why riverdale is Like That. no one defeats him, they figure out the mystery and then just go on with their lives because they're all used to it

betty cooper and hannibal lecter team up to fight the trashbag killer

instead of going to hell when he dies, dean winchester accidentally takes a wrong turn and ends up in the great big diner in the sky, riverdale's canonical afterlife, and cas has to figure out how to get him back before someone notices that he lost the michael sword

the same except it happens instead of going to purgatory rather than hell, and benny is the new line cook at pops. he's still a vampire. this is never explained.

instead of whitby, dracula lands in riverdale and the gang have to stop him lucy westernra-ing cheryl

betty the vampire slayer

a tokyo ghoul fusion where it's revealed that half the cast are man-eating monsters disguised as humans. surprisingly little changes except that they resolve the farm plotline by eating edgar evernever.

cheryl's parents are revealled to be hydra agents and they try to use the winter soldier to assassinate hiram lodge but the power of friendship and milkshakes restores bucky's memories

mystery inc investigate the gargoyle king and reveal him to be clifford blossom after a series of light-hearted slapstick chase scenes. the riverdale gang are fully aware that mystery inc are opperating on cartoon logic, and are deeply disturbed by this

instead of washington, warlock's parents move to riverdale, and aziraphale and crowly have to live there while they co-parent the antichrist. (they both notice that tabith is an angel but assume she is aware of this and are much too polite to mention it to her)

cheryl blossom joins the x-men

cheryl blossom joins the brotherhood of evil mutants

toni topaz is given the outsider's mark after empress cheryl is murdered and must rescue britta from the loyalist conspiracy

betty is recruited to the beareau of control

the doctor visits riverdale and reveals that it's actually one of the time war battlefields, hence the timehole, and the gang are all daleks, except reggie, who is a timelord

Cheryl's russian spy parents open a gateway to the upsidedown in the palladium mines under riverdale and unleash a demogorgon on the town

archie is superman and veronica is lex luthor and riverdale is smallville

the entire show is revealed to be evelyn evernever's dream, and also evelyn is confirmed to exst in the tommy westphall universe

what if riverdale but a harem anime

archie is bella swan and veronica and betty are edward and jacob.(jughead is alice. obviously).

stranger things except instead of the upsidedown the dimensional gateways open onto rivervale

just the show loki except instead of the junkyard people the tva pruned go to riverdale. richard e grant loki becomes the new principle at the high school

after archie becomes aware that he's in a fictional narrative, he gains the ability to enter the white space between comics pannels and joins the x-statix

jughead is revealed to be entirely in archie's head, ala fight club

inception fusion where archie and the gang have to go inside hiram's mind to convince him not to bulldoze riverdale to make way for more paladium mines

dilton doily moves to nightvale to work with carlos the scientist and finds to surprisingly peaceful

regency au where alice cooper has to find respectable husbands for betty polly and ethel before anyone finds out about her husband being a serial killer and they become socially ruined

[savemewattpad]

Leila Whittaker

Aliases: Snow White, Sobaka, Laika Other Names: Leila Winchester (Wicked and Divine) Faceclaims: Eiza Gonzalez (default), Jenna Ortega (younger Eiza), Emeraude Toubia (untitled XMCU verse), Talia Al Ghul (comics) Previous Faceclaims: Nina Dobrev, Inbar Lavi, Medalion Rahimi, Hande Ercel, Melisa Asli Pamuk Fandoms: Marvel (various), Supernatural, Grishaverse

Verses

Mirror, Mirror: MCU. Leila's original verse. Leila is a former crimelord with the ability to copy other’s superpowers. She’s recruited to SHIELD (or rather coerced into joining), joins STRIKE team Delta, and eventually becomes an Avenger. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Brock Rumlow, Natasha Romanoff, Aiden Hendrix, Wes Barton, Seth Lennox, Matt Murdock, Seol Hee

Beyond Seven Stars: Marvel (MCU, TASM, X-Men (XMCU inspired), various other Marvel), + National Treasure Crossover. Similar to Mirror, Mirror, but with a backstory more tied up in X-Men lore. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Seth Lennox, possibly others

Wicked and Divine: MCU + Supernatural Crossover. Leila is Sam and Dean’s half-sister. John and Dean rescued her from a cult when she was thirteen and raised her until she joined SHIELD at nineteen. She becomes an Avenger and then helps her brothers find their father. And then her brothers help the Avengers stop Thanos, and then the Avengers help the Winchesters stop an angelic apocalypse. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Aiden Hendrix

Gods and Monsters: Marvel + Grishaverse Crossover. Description here. Leila is the foster sibling of Grant Ward, after he was put in the system by his family and she was rescued from the cult compound.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: None

Snow on the Beach: MCU. Takes place after the snap. Steve got snapped and Leila was left a social outcast for her (nonconsensual) role in the snap. Three years later, she comes back for one last mission and is made to work with Scott Lang. Read Here.

Main Ship: Scott Lang (sequel features Scott/Leila/Steve end game) Minor Ships: Steve (past)

Unnamed (Other) Scott Murdock AU: Marvel. Leila leaves the Trust before Johnny's murder attempt, and falls in with Scott Lang's band of thieves instead.

Main Ships: Scott Lang, Steve Rogers (OT3)

Unnamed XMCU Verse: Marvel (XMCU, possibly comic elements.) Leila is part of the Brotherhood of Mutants until she joins Xavier, less out of moral conviction and more out of emotional exhaustion.

Main Ships: Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers (possibly)

Unnamed X-Men Evolution Verse: Marvel (X-Men Evolution.) Leila is part of the brotherhood, and enjoys flirting with Cyclops to annoy him. Likely the same universe as Jace's Evo fic.

Main Ships: None (unless I again choose to expand it and include Steve in a future-set plotline).

Untitled Comics Verse: Marvel Comics. It's comics. I can't sum it up here. Ask about it if you want.

Main Ships: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Pietro Maximoff, Scott Lang

So Close: MCU. Sex Pollen AU of Mirror, Mirror. An old Hydra bunker forces Leila and Steve to work out their issues. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Brock Rumlow (mentioned only, unless I continue the fic with a part 2)

Call It What You Want: MCU. After her falling out with Steve, Leila is assigned by SHIELD to babysit a depowered Loki.

Main Ships: Steve Rogers, Loki (platonic)

Invisible String: MCU. Soulmate AU. Leila's soul mark was burned off as a child, but Steve Rogers' mark looks an awful lot like she remembers hers. She keeps this to herself, until she doesn't.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers

You Should See Me In A Crown: Riverdale. Leila is the leader of the ghoulies, who have to team up with the serpents against Hiram Lodge. Leila's role in this verse is largely abandoned, unless I turn it into a Marvel crossover.

Main Ship: None Minor Ships: FP Jones

Unnamed Reboot AU: Marvel AU. Leila is an ex-child actor who starred in the iconic teen sitcom The Avengers. When the network decides to reboot the series, Leila--now a music producer living a non-public life--decides to sign on, for...some reason that I'm still figuring out.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Tony Stark (past, currently platonic)

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[wearelondonhq]

welcome to london, CAIRO SWEET! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JENNA ORTEGA? well, no matter, we hear that you are 24 and working as a WRITER. we also hear that you currently HAVE SOME of your memories from MILLER'S GIRL and have a tendency to be CONNIVING as well as SELF-LOATHING.

welcome to london, HIRAM LODGE! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like MARK CONSUELOS? well, no matter, we hear that you are 51 and working as a MOBSTER/LODGE RUM OWNER/POLITICIAN. we also hear that you currently HAVE SOME of your memories from RIVERDALE and have a tendency to be BRILLIANT as well as ARROGANT.

welcome to london, JAMES HOWLETT! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like HUGH JACKMAN? well, no matter, we hear that you are 54 and working as a BARTENDER. we also hear that you currently HAVE SOME of your memories from X-MEN and have a tendency to be COURAGEOUS as well as SELF-LOATHING. (( switching rose the hat !! ))

-- could i also drop quinn bailey ( scream ), marcus banks ( spiral), diana prince ( dc comics ), marta cabrera ( knives out ), karen strode ( halloween ), freddy lounds ( hannibal ), bobby dagen ( saw ), billy maximoff ( marvel ) and nebula ( marvel )? thanks!

— WELCOME TO LONDON, cairo sweet, hiram lodge & james howlett! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome maisie please be sure to follow our checklist here! 

rose the hat ( doctor sleep ); marcus banks ( spiral), diana prince ( dc comics ), marta cabrera ( knives out ), karen strode ( halloween ), freddie lounds ( hannibal ), bobby dagen ( saw ), billy maximoff ( marvel ) and nebula ( marvel ) are reopened for applications!

[jadegrey711]

Respect

Hiram Lodge x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’ve recently caught up with Riverdale and honestly i just watch for Hiram and for the other Riverdale daddies or is it zaddie? Idk but I had a beautiful idea that Hiram needed to be put in his place. 

*NOT MY GIFS*

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“Mrs. Lodge.” The guards greeted you as you made your way down the cell block to where Hiram was stationed, you could practically feel his fury from the end of the hall. He was absolutely raging.

Good.

You made your way down the hall, ignoring all other prisoners; drunks, addicts and petty criminals as you made your way down to the true villain in this prison block. Your beloved husband.

He was shirtless and still bloody from his fight with Archie, you smiled to yourself as you approached the cell.

“Hello lover.” You smiled, and watched as Hiram turned to face you.

“Y/N.” He said with a look of surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You didn’t answer him as you gestured for the guard closest to you to walk over.

“Unlock this please. I want to speak with my husband.” You said sweetly.

“That’s against protocol, miss.”

You rolled your eyes and opened your purse, pulling out a crisp hundred dollar bill. “Twenty minutes alone with my husband and you’ll get another one when I’m finished.”

The guard said nothing as he unlocked the door and let you in before taking the bill and locking the door behind you. “Twenty minutes.” He said gruffly.

“Amore. What are you doing here?” Hiram asked as he came closer to you, and was about to wrap you in his embrace when you put your hands on his bare chest. You let out a little hum of appreciation at the hot, muscle pressed under your fingertips but kept him just a breath away from your body.

You smiled again unable to help yourself at the confusion on Hiram’s face. “I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you locked in this cage, the cage I put you in.” You smiled, leaning in to just brush your lips against his, before you pulled away and saw his face. He was pissed.

“You?” He asked his eyebrows furrowing.

“Yes. You’re doting-” you paused before brushing another kiss across his lips. “And sweet wife. Who knew you couldn’t resist picking a fight with that stupid ginger fuck.” You laughed harshly. “It was just an added bonus that you had to go an make a spectacle of it all, you’re so fucking predictable Hiram.” You hissed against his lips before yanking harshly on his hair, pulling his face completely away from yours, your long nails digging into his scalp, earning a growl from Hiram.

“Why?” He growled.

You let out a small sigh. “Get on your knees.” You commanded as your dug your nails harder into Hiram’s scalp.

Hiram said nothing and didn’t fight you as you pushed him down to his knees. He looked up at you his chocolate eyes filled with rage and it made you feel so powerful having him on his knees before you, even as he’s seething with anger.

“I put up with a lot of your shit Hiram. I don’t care about the drugs, the clubs, the prison, all your underhanded shit.” You chuckled. “Or even the extortion of juveniles fighting in your underground wanna be fight club. No, what I care about and the reason why I put you here is because I know you’ve been fucking someone else.” You practically growled the last part at him. “I know you’ve been fucking that bitch behind my back, and I won’t stand for what is mine to be in someone else’s bed.”

“It was just business, nothing happened.” He growled.

“Don’t fucking lie to me Hiram. I know everything about you and that bitch. How you’d meet at the maple club or at her place. You belong in my bed and only my bed. This punishment is so you never forget that.” You released your grip on his hair and soothed his scalp, before grabbing his hair again and lifting your leg to place the pointed heel of your shoe on his bare shoulder, showing Hiram that you wore nothing underneath your tight little skirt and the other part of his punishment.”

Hiram hissed as your heel dug into his bare shoulder, but licked his lips as he took in your glistening cunt and understood the next part of his punishment.

“You’ll be released from here in a couple of days, but until then I want you to think about what you did, really think about it and how you plan to make amends for your wrong doings.” You said softly stroking his hair once again, before pressing his face into your pussy.

You let out a low moan as Hiram wasted no time and flattened his tongue, licking up your folds, suckling on your clit making you buck and your heel dug further into Hiram’s shoulder earning a groan from him as he suckled you’re clit. You felt his large hands grip the back of your thighs so he could bury his tongue deeper inside you and you let out a low moan, pleased with how good his repentance was going so far. You stroked Hiram’s hair lovingly now as he continued to eat you up, his tongue diving into your center before licking back up your folds and circling your clit.

“You’re mine Hiram Lodge. And don’t you forget it.” You said and felt Hiram nod, humming his agreement against your folds. You pulled his hair again taking him away from your center so he can look up at your face, you watched him lick his lips.

“I want to hear you say it. And then you can finish what you started.”

“I’m yours Y/N.” He said lovingly as he stroked the back of your thighs. “Only yours.”

“Good boy.” You purred before placing his head back between your legs, groaning as you felt his hot tongue circle your clit again and eventually bringing you over the edge. With good timing too, since your twenty minutes were up by the time you righted your skirt.

“Your twenty minutes are up.” The guard said as he unlocked the cell.

You inspected the small gash on Hiram’s shoulder from your heel, before brushing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his lips. “I’ll see you when you get home in a few days. Until then think about what we discussed.”

[bumblesimagines]

Little Helper

Request: Yes or No

Btw, (Y/N) desk is right infront of Hiram's office (like in The Devil Wears Prada where Andy's desk was right infront of Miranda's office.)

"And Hiram likes his coffee black with almost no sugar." Mrs. Lodge said as they made their way to Hiram's office. (Y/N) hummed. He had worked with powerful business men and women. He had worked for governors, CEO's of important industries, and of course, some corrupt leaders. Hiram would be a piece of cake. His last boss told Hermione and Hiram about (Y/N) and they wanted him. More so Hiram. Mrs. Lodge knocked on the door before entering.

"Hiram, this is (Y/N), you're new assistant." She said. Hiram smiled, standing up and raising his hand. (Y/N) shook his hand, flashing a smile of his own.

"Delighted to meet you, Mr. Lodge."

"Please, call me Hiram."

"And call me Hermione. Mrs. Lodge sounds so... Formal." Hermione smiled, sending him a friendly wink.

"I have lunch with Ronnie so I'll see you two later." Hermione said, patting (Y/N)'s arm before leaving. She closed the doors behind her.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Hiram?" (Y/N) asked. Hiram motioned to the seats.

"Take a seat." (Y/N) did so, glancing around the office. Lots of books, files, and pictures.

"I like to have a close bond with my assistants, after all, they handle a lot of personal and private information." Hiram said, rolling a pen between his thumb and index finger.

"Tell me about yourself, (Y/N)."

"What would you like to know?" (Y/N) asked.

"Anything and everything."

"Well, I've been an assistant for a while. I started off by helping my uncle with... His business."

"Business?" (Y/N) stayed silent, eyes flickering elsewhere.

"Anything that is said in here stays in here. Please, feel free to elaborate." Hiram assured.

"It was a trading business." Not the details Hiram was hoping for.

"After that, a friend of his asked if I could work for him and my uncle agreed." (Y/N) shrugged.

"There's not much to me. I'm dedicated. I also have a cat and enjoy sweets." (Y/N) said, giving a smile.

"Anything else?" He asked. Hiram shook his head, leaning forward.

"I'm sure you've heard of my reputation."

"I'm no stranger to working with people who others deem as.. Criminals."

"Good. As your first task, I want you to look over some files and tell me how I should approach these guys." Hiram said, handing him a file. (Y/N) opened it, studying the picture. A fine ass man stared back at him. He looked over the description.

Name: Malachai

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Association: Gang leader of the Ghoulies

"Gangs always want money and backup." (Y/N) said, looking up at him.

"They also want protection and connections. These guys probably thrive off drugs and street races. If cops turn a blind eye to the races and drug deals, they'll make more money. Of course, there's always gonna be the good cop that'll arrest them but if they have good lawyers, they'll either get shorter sentences or none at all." (Y/N) said, closing the file. Hiram raised his brows. He was impressed but also curious. (Y/N) seemed to know about gangs.

"How about when it comes to gangs that barely do drug deals?"

"Gangs like that are usually broken. People join those for protection and the leader can't keep an eye on all of them, can they? Newbies that join for protection are the weakest. They want backup and get cocky once the power gets to their head." (Y/N) told him.

"Cornering one and offering more than what their gang is offering usually works. But looking for a member that doesn't like the leader works too. They have more experience and know more than newbies. Nobody would suspect them." Hiram nodded, noting his advice.

"You can go to your desk now, (Y/N). Set up a meeting with me and Mr. Jake Edwards." Hiram said. (Y/N) nodded, standing up and placing the files on his desk.

"Would you like coffee as well?" He asked as he headed towards the door. He heard Hiram chuckle.

"You know me already." (Y/N) opened the door, closing it behind him and going off to get coffee. He returned with it, nodding to Hiram. (Y/N) went to his desk, sitting down and opening a phone book, finding Jake Edwards name. He called, setting up a meeting with ease. (Y/N) stood up, peeking into Hiram's office.

"Jake Edwards will be here tomorrow at 3 PM." (Y/N) said. Hiram nodded, typing away on his laptop.

"Good. Oh, and (Y/N)?" The young man looked at him.

"Welcome to Lodge Industries."

"Thank you, Hiram." (Y/N) gave him a charming smile. He closed the door, dropping the smile and rolling his eyes.

[edsheeranong]

Sweet Pea x Fem OC

pt. 4

archie andrews twin sister, delilah, is fed up with him being overprotective. so when a cute serpent offers her an opportunity, she can't turn it down

things had been going exceptionally well for delilah. archie seemed to have started to back off, though he still shot sweet pea dirty looks whenever possible. but he hadn't said anything to delilah explicitly so she was calling that a win.

but he was still hiram lodges personal assistant. and still a dick.

"fair warning, our shadow lake chalet is rustic, but it has breathtaking views of the mountains and the water," veronica said. delilah and sweet pea walked into the student lounge as they were talking.

"ive been looking for you," veronica pointed at them. "we're all heading up to my lake house this weekend for a little couples getaway, and i would love it if you two came."

delilah stood frozen and stared at veronica.

"ronnie," archie saïd. "i don't think that's a good idea."

"i beg to differ, archie. i want to see more of these two in action. you guys are always off hiding, and as romantic as that is, i know nothing about sweet pea. and neither does archie," she pointed out. "this weekend will be perfect to get to know you guys!"

"veronica," archie started again.

"no, archie, i will not hear it. delilah is a young woman now and she is allowed a boyfriend, is that understood?" she said sternly, causing him to groan and throw his head back. "so? what do you two say?"

delilah looked up at sweet pea who had the same, worried expression.

"i don't know, Vee," delilah said. "it sounds wonderful, but," she paused and realized she couldn't think of a way to explain why she couldn't go.

she obviously couldn't say it was because she didn't want her brother and friends to find out she's in a fake relationship.

veronica noticed the look on her face and became skeptical.

"but what, 'lilah?" she asked, very accusatory.

"but nothing," sweet pea butted in. "we'll be there."

"fabulous!" veronica cheered. they continued to talk about their weekend plans until the bell rang.

"what do you think you're doing," she said through her teeth as soon as they were out of earshot.

"come on, it'll be the perfect chance to rub this in your brothers face," he nudged her.

"okay, okay," she laughed. "but it's gonna be tough, we can't slip up, even for a second."

"got it," he said. "you're a full time girlfriend now."

"ha ha, very funny," she rolled her eyes. "i'm serious. i don't trust my brother not to spy on us now that he's been presented with the opportunity."

"understood," he responded.

"so i guess just be at my house with all your stuff on friday afternoon," she said. "i'll see you later," she kissed him on the cheek and scurried off to class.

as promised, she heard a knock on the door and ran downstairs to open the door. sweet pea stood there awkwardly with a duffel bag.

"come in," she smiled at him and he leaned over to kiss her. she walked up the stairs and he followed close behind.

"this is exactly how i imagined your room would look," he remarked.

"thanks?" she said, kind of confused. he took a seat on her bed and watched her finish packing.

"delilah, have you seen my-" he poked his head into her room. "oh, he's here."

"yes, archie, he is here," she rolled her eyes. "and no, i haven't seen whatever you're looking for," she closed the door on him and shook her head.

"i'll help you with the bags," andre said.

"no, no, we've got it. archie?" veronica responded quickly. she had made it very clear that there would be no chaperones. "TTFN, andre. we'll see you sunday night at 7, and not a second earlier."

"betty, 'lilah. wait till you see the inside," she said as she grabbed the girls by the arm and dragged them inside.

the outside was beautiful but the inside was something else entirely. it was beautiful and meticulously decorated.

"welcome to what i humbly like to call, 'lodge lodge.'"

"wait, where'd jughead go?" delilah asked, realizing he wasn't in the room. they all went outside and saw him on the porch.

"jug? what happened? are you okay?" betty asked.

"that was cheryl. she said you and archie kissed in front of her house," he explained. delilah and sweet pea stood in the back, confused. betty and archie looked at each other and said nothing.

delilah slowly walked back inside and sweet pea followed. veronica followed them in, leaving archie, betty, and jughead to talk, hopefully.

"i'll show you two where you'll be staying," she said. delilah went to reach for her bag but he grabbed it for her.

"did you know?" delilah asked.

"he told me, yes," veronica said, leading the way. "anyway, here's your room," she said, opening the door. "have fun," she winked.

the two walked in and he set their stuff down.

"this is ridiculous," sweet pea said. "it's crazy people have this much money."

"yeah," delilah sighed, laying down on the bed. "this is gonna be a long weekend."

he pulled her up to a sitting position and kneeled in front of her.

"i sure hope so," he said, kissing her. delilah found the comment odd to pair with a kiss but she pushed it aside and kissed him back.

they sat on the bed in silence until they heard someone coming up the stairs. their heads shot to look at each other and delilah quickly straddled him and started kissing him. his hands found their way under her shirt and he gripped her waist.

the door opened and delilah turned to look.

"i told you guys you can't hide the entire weekend," veronica said. delilah flopped down onto him and groaned. "i made margaritas."

delilah shot back up and got off sweet pea.

"we'll be right down," she smiled. veronica closed the door and delilah looked at him. "let's go," she held her hand out.

"five minutes," he said, messing her hair up, then unbuttoned her shirt slightly.

"i'd like to propose a toast," jughead said. "to the lodges, to their hospitality. and to putting the past behind us."

"cheers," veronica said, and they all tapped their glasses. delilah and sweet pea were cuddled up on their own couch under a blanket. delilah could feel archie staring at them, and she enjoyed it.

"so, your parents come up here a lot these days?" jughead asked.

"not as much as they'd like. daddy's such a workaholic, you know," veronica said.

"on the SoDale project?" he asked, veronica nodded. "how's that going? is that heating up? still getting intense?" he said in one breath. delilah didn't miss the look betty was giving him.

"it is. luckily, archie's dad is doing such a superb job of keeping everything on schedule," veronica smiled.

"vee, tell us more about your fancy neighbors," betty changed the subject.

"yeah, are they in the same business as your dad?" jughead switched it right back.

"jughead. i mean it," betty whispered.

"guys, what's up?" archie asked.

"betty, im just making idle conversation," jughead said. "sorry, please continue."

"it's a hodgepodge, really. some are in entertainment, some are in business, some are in real estate," veronica explained.

"you know what's weird?" jughead started. "as we were driving up here, i noticed none of the houses have mailboxes or numbers or anything on them. why is that"

"shadow lake is a pretty private community."

"like they're hiding something?" he shot forward in his seat.

"jughead, seriously this isn't 20 questions," betty said, clearly annoyed.

"this is really awkward," delilah whispered. "i'm gonna go get another margarita," she excused herself as the other two couples talked in whispers.

she came back with a new glass and veronica looked like she had a great idea.

"fear you not though, i have just the antidote," she said. "step one. clothes off, swimsuits on."

they all stood up and headed to their rooms. delilah dug through her bag and pulled out her swimsuit while sweet pea did the same.

she started to pull her top off before remembering someone else was in the room, and he was looking right at her. she quickly turned around and began undressing. she was struggling with tying the top of her bikini when she felt his hands on her back. he brushed her hair over her shoulders and off her back and tied it for her.

"thanks," she turned her head in an attempt to look at him. he put his hands on her waist and pulled her back into him.

"you look beautiful," he whispered. she almost took it to heart before remembering the situation.

"we should probably go down now," delilah said.

"or we could wait," he countered.

"and do what?" she turned around to face him, suddenly realizing how close they were.

"we're alone, we can do whatever we want," he said.

"i want another margarita," she smiled and ran back downstairs. he slowly followed her down.

"i think you should slow down, haven't you had like 4?"

"5," she admitted sheepishly. he grabbed the glass from her and set it back down.

"maybe we should just go outside," he said. she nodded and followed him out back. there was a giant pool and delilah spotted the 4 of them in what she assumed was a hot tub.

"what'd we miss?" delilah asked, climbing in.

"jughead and veronica kissed," archie said bitterly.

"oh," delilah frowned, confused.

"to level the playing field," jughead added.

"ah," delilah said.

"lets talk about you two," betty offered.

"i agree," veronica smiled.

"how'd you two meet?" betty asked.

"oh, uh. just at school," delilah said.

"girl, details please?" veronica pushed.

"the day southside high got switched to riverdale high, i saw her. some kid dropped all his books and she was the only one who stopped to help him. i thought she was just beautiful," he brushed hair out of her eyes as she looked at him with wide eyes. "so i asked around about her. i heard about, uh, well, you know, archie. but i knew i couldn't not try, so i asked her out. it took some convincing, but she said yes."

"that's so cute," betty cooed.

"not really," archie rolled his eyes and veronica elbowed him.

they all continued to talk until they decided it was getting late and they should head back inside.

"you guys go ahead, we're gonna stay back for a bit," delilah smiled, gripping sweet peas wrist. as soon as they were far enough away, she turned to look at him.

"that story. was it true?" she asked.

"what story?"

"veronica asked how we met, you said you saw me help some kid who dropped his books, was that true?" she asked. she remembered helping someone. the halls were extra crowded due to the influx of students and some freshman was struggling to pick up his stuff.

"yes, i saw you that day," he admitted. "and yes i thought you were beautiful," he moved a piece of hair from her face. "and yes, i asked around about you. that's how i knew what archie tells everyone."

"why'd you ask about me?" she pushed.

"i wanted to see what kind of girl you were."

"and what did you find out?"

"that you're a cheerleader. and smart and kind and shy," he said. "pretty much the opposite of your brother."

she smiled and him and rested her head on his shoulder. she held back what she really wanted to ask him.

did he actually like her?

she didn't ask because she didn't know if she'd like his response.

"archie's staring us down, just by the way," he whispered. delilah practically deflated in annoyance.

"should be go back in?" she asked.

"probably."

"delilah," veronica barged into her room. "get up, we're going into town."

"what?" delilah sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"i'll explain later, i just need girl time right now," she said.

delilah looked at sweet pea who had also just been woken up.

"i know this weekend was supposed to be a romantic getaway, but you can leave your beau for a couple hours to be with betty and me, can't you?" veronica pleaded.

"with archie in the house, no. i don't think i can," she joked, but veronica was having none of it.

"i'll be fine," he whispered. "go."

"okay, Vee. i'll be down in 20," delilah said.

"make it 10," she said, slamming the door. delilah groaned and crawled out of bed and into to the bathroom. she groggily brushed her teeth and hair, still trying to force herself awake.

"text me if archie's being, well archie," she said as she left the room. he nodded and she headed down the stairs.

"so what sort of plans do you have in mind?" she asked veronica.

"just some light shopping, and girl talk of course."

"sounds fun," she said before stuffing her face full of food.

"does mr andrew's forget to feed you? calm down," veronica teased.

"i thought getting out was an urgent matter, im not gonna waste too much time eating," delilah said after swallowing.

"when's betty gonna be down?" delilah asked in between bites.

"oh, she's not coming. she was up pretty late with jughead last night and she says she doesn't feel well," veronica explained.

"well then, let's go," delilah said.

"i'm excited, i dont remember the last time it was just us," veronica said. "not since you and sweet pea started dating."

"it's only been a month, vee, calm down," delilah jokingly rolled her eyes.

"well, we'll get to talking after some retail therapy. i know the perfect place to go first," veronica smiled.

"okay, enough flirting here," delilah cut into veronica's conversation with the cashier. "you had a fight with archie, you didn't break up with him."

"i'm cassidy," the cashier said. veronica smiled at him and delilah had to basically drag her out of the store.

they quickly found a cafe to sit and eat at.

"so, how are things with you and sweet pea?" veronica asked.

"good."

"good? that's all i'm gonna get? you two are always sneaking off. i never get to see you two together," she whined.

"we just like to keep things private, and away from archie," she lied. "i do want to thank you. i think you're the only person who's been able to talk some sort of sense into him about leaving me alone."

"of course, dee. but you still haven't answered my question. how are things? and i want details," veronica pushed.

"i said they're good. i mean we really like each other and he's my first ever actual boyfriend so it's not like i have anything to compare it to," delilah said.

"do you like him more than reggie?"

"yeah, i do. sweet peas actually my boyfriend and it meant a lot to me that he was willing to endure archie's wrath. reggie never was," she shrugged.

"that's what betty and i were saying, and jughead agrees.," veronica smiled. "i think you two are so cute. you deserve someone who's willing to fight for you."

"i agree, vee."

"okay, well, i'm not letting you go back empty handed. there's this really cute boutique on the way back, you have to get something there," veronica stood up.

"if you insist," delilah begrudgingly got up.

they walked through the streets of shadow lake together window shopping until they got to the boutique.

"would this not look perfect on her?" veronica said to one of the shopkeepers as she pointed to delilah. veronica must've picked up over 20 dresses for her to try on and forced her into a dressing room with them.

delilah tried on every single dress and stepped out to show veronica, usually resulting in a gasp and clapping, saying she has to get it.

after almost an hour of trying dresses on, delilah settled on 4 she would actually wear and came out to pay for them. she reached into her purse but veronica slapped her arm away.

"my treat," veronica said, pulling out her own wallet.

"veronica, i can't let you pay for this," she said.

"think of it as compensation for all archie's put you through," she said, swiping her card.

"you don't have to apologize for archie's behavior, vee," delilah frowned as veronica handed her the bag.

"i know, but you deserve this," she said and walked out of the shop. they then made their way back up to veronica's cabin.

"he's alive," delilah said, seeing sweet pea sitting at a table with jughead and archie. "i was worried."

"don't worry, 'lilah. i made sure archie stayed away," jughead said.

"well thank you jughead," she smiled and sat on the armrest of sweet peas chair.

"what'd you get?" he asked peaking inside the bag.

"just some dresses," she smiled.

"you'll have to show me," he said.

"of course," she winked and slid off the armrest onto his lap. "tonight," she kissed his cheek. jughead phone rang and he went outside to hear better. delilah looked out the window to see him angrily staring back inside. she dragged sweet pea outside with the rest of the group.

"first your dad buys the drive in, now he owns sunnyside trailer park," jughead said. "as i suspected, he's gobbling up the south side, piece by piece."

"wait, slow down,"archie jumped in. "mr lodge is the one evicting people from the trailer park?"

"no, technically, he cleared us of all our debts and revoked the evictions," jughead clarified.

"you were gonna get evicted?" delilah turned around to look at sweet pea.

"we'll talk about it later," he told her.

"does that mean you get to keep your trailer?" archie asked.

"yes, so why are you so outraged?" veronica said.

"because it's a tactic. it's a smokescreen, PR 101. he's trying to buy my silence again," jughead argued.

"good lord, jughead. how much of a narcissist are you?" veronica yelled.

"jughead, you wrote an article attacking mr lodge and demanding he make amends. it's sounds like that's what he's trying to do," archie fought back.

jughead scoffed and turned to sweet pea.

"they have a point," he said. "all i'm thinking about is how i get to keep my trailer, jughead. let's just take this as a win."

"i agree, let's go celebrate," archie suggested. jughead scoffed but still headed back inside.

"i know just what to do," veronica said cheerfully. "how about monopoly and margaritas."

while veronica went to get the board and make the margaritas, delilah dragged sweet pea away.

"why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

"i didn't think you'd care," he admitted.

"of course id care, sweet pea," she grabbed his hands. "why wouldn't i?"

"because you're not actually my girlfriend," he whispered.

"yeah, i may not be, but i thought we were still at least friends," she said.

"i didnt want to bother you, its not like you could do anything about it anyway," he shrugged.

"you couldve stay at my house," she said. "if it came to that."

"well it didn't, so this conversation doesn't even matter," he walked away and she followed quickly behind. veronica was finishing the margaritas and betty was done setting up the board.

"everything okay?" archie asked betty, who had just gotten off the phone with her mom.

"no, actually. my mom is freaking out because hiram lodge just bought the riverdale register," betty explained.

everyone turned to look at veronica who looked confused.

betty and jughead argued with archie and veronica about her fathers business while delilah and sweet pea watched.

as they were yelling at each other they heard glass shattering.

"where did that come from?" jughead asked.

"who else knows we're here?" archie added.

"why did you say it like that?" delilah asked, standing up.

"you rich summer folks never learn," two men in a black ski mask entered the room. sweet pea stepped in front of delilah and held his arm out. "you just keep walking around town, flashing more cash than we see in a year."

"we're gonna take what we want, and then we're gonna go," another man said. "if you guys behave yourselves, nobody gets their skulls knocked in."

delilah gripped the back of sweet peas shirt in terror.

"fine, take what you want. we won't give you any trouble," archie said.

"where's your purse?" the man asked.

"um, it's...," veronica paused. "in my bedroom."

"let's go to the bedroom."

"no," archie said. "no way are you going with her up there alone. i'll go," archie offered.

"archie, it's fine," veronica reassured him. "i'll be fine. we'll be right back. everybody just stay calm."

veronica came back only a few minutes later.

"can we go already?" one of the boys asked.

"you got the cash?" the other one asked.

"yeah. i got the cash," the man who took veronica upstairs said.

"then you got what you wanted," archie said.

"not everything, not yet," he said. "why don't you all get down on your knees?"

"come on man. let's not do this," another one argued.

"shut up. i said, on your knees. hands behind your backs. do it!" he yelled.

they all slowly got on their knees as he took the baseball bat from one of the other boys.

"it's a nice cabin. i'm sorry we have to make such a mess in it."

he went to hit veronica with the bat when the phone rang.

"the hell is that?" he asked.

"that would be the security company calling to check on the silent alarm i hit in my bedroom," veronica smirked. "i'd say you hillbillies have about 30 seconds to run for it before this place is swarming with guards who will shoot first and ask questions never."

"screw you, rich bitch," the guy said before running after his friends who had already fled.

archie jumped up and ran after them, resulting in everyone yelling at him not to. delilah got up to run after him but she didn't make it very far before a hand grabbed her wrist. she wiggled out of it quickly and continued sprinting after archie. however, she felt her knees scrape the rocks below her and her hands followed soon after.

sweet pea grabbed her hands and pulled her up. she brushed her bloody knees off, then her hands and looked into the woods.

"what were you thinking?" he said, grabbing paper towels from the kitchen.

"i was thinking about archie," delilah said, laying down on the couch.

"so you ran after him into the woods with the guys who just tried to kill us?" he asked, wiping the blood off her knees.

"i'm sorry, but i almost lost my dad i wasn't about to lose him," she said, fighting back tears both from her knees and her father.

"it's okay, i just didn't want you getting hurt," he threw the bloody paper towels into the trash and grabbed the bottle of antibacterial.

"this is gonna sting," he braced her. he quickly sprayed both her knees and she winced in pain. he dried her skin off and placed bandages on them. he sat on the floor next to her and looked at her. he wiped the tears off her face and laid his head next to hers.

"so, what do you think of him?" veronica asked archie who was at the top of the stairs, watching his sister.

"i still don't approve," archie said. "but he's not all that bad."

the drive back was quiet and delilah stayed nestled in sweet peas arms. veronica had asked andre to drop them at pops but delilah wanted to go straight home.

"i'll see you monday," he said.

"wait, just come in," she dragged him in.

"your dad won't mind?" he asked.

"he's not home," delilah explained. he followed her upstairs to her bedroom and sat down next to her on the bed.

"are you okay?" he asked.

"i'm fine. i mean i'm still alive so," she shrugged.

"did it remind you of," he paused.

"when my dad was shot?" she finished for him. "a little bit, yeah."

"do you want me to stay here?" he whispered after a long moment of silence.

he could barely see her nod in the dark, but she did. she kicked her shoes off and crawled into her bed, sweet pea laying down next to her.

it was a twin bed and they barely fit in it together. she wanted to stay awake until archie got back but she felt her eyelids growing heavier every second and fell asleep within minutes.

[angelwithbrckenwings]

Hiram Lodge x Reader (one-shot)

Characters: Hiram Lodge & You

Pairings: Hiram Lodge x Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: age gap

Hiram had no real reason for visiting Riverdale high that day, his daughter Veronica not even there, seeing that it was the weekend and she was probably off somewhere with one of her friends. And yet when you texted him asking him to meet you there, he quickly dropped everything her had been doing and drove over there.

The moment her entered the school building her could hear the music, coming from the way the gym was located. It was loud and he could only asume you were in there, practicing for cheerleading.

His loud footsteps echoed through the empty hallways as he walked closer towards the source of the music.

His dark brown eyes widened slightly as he noticed your practice, the door opened just enough for him to be able to see you. The routine seemed fairly simple but to him you looked magnificent, your body moving easily with the music.

You could feel his gaze on you, a tiny smirk forming in the corner of your lips as you acted like you were clueless of his presence, adding an extra sway to your hip movements (in a way you knew drove him crazy).

A couple of moments passed and the song was coming to an end, you twirled around, not even looking in his direction as you spoke. “Will you stand there the whole day or join me?” Your voice was teasing as you grabbed your water bottle and took a long gulp.

A sheepish smile appeared on Hiram'a lips as he entered the gym, walking towards you, his eyes darkened with lust.

“You little minx.” His voice was quiet and barely above a whisper but you heard it clearly, barely supresing a smirk as he wrapped his arms around you, your back pressed against him.

“Hmm someone’s happy to see me.” You chuckled, leaning into his touch.

He chuckled, the motion creating vibrations against your body. “Always my sweet Y/N, always.”

You turned around in his arms, noticing how close you two were standing, his lips inches from your own. You glanced down for a mere second, lifting your gaze up to stare into his brown eyes.

A shiver ran down your spine as he lifted his arm and gently traced your jawline with his fingertips. “Hiram.” A whimper escaped your parted lips and he smirked down at you.

“Yes my dear?” “I never imagined you as a tease mr.Lodge.” 

Instead of waiting for a response, you closed the gap, claiming his lips with your own. Your hand instantly wraped around his neck, your fingertips toying with his short hair absentmindenly.

A couple of moments passed before you pulled back, a mischivious smile on your lips. “Now, how about you take us home and we continue this there?”

[fanfics4all]

Golden Soul: Part 3

Request: Yes / No Ok I love how each chapter ends with more to come!! For part three of “Golden Soul” Y/N maybe starts to learn law as Toni and him continue to reconnect and Toni sees how much stronger her brother is, but still steps in to help out when needed? @jamiedc-they-them

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Toni Topaz x Brother!Reader 

Word count: 1594

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Four Years Later*

Riverdale hadn’t changed must, but I sure had. After finishing law school in New York, I returned, diploma in hand, ready to do what I set out for. To fight back. Hiram Lodge was long gone, but his legacy of corruption still ran deep. The town was still trying to rebuild, but they needed someone who knew the system. Someone who knew the law better than the people who used it against them. 

That’s where I came in. 

Toni was waiting for me at the bus station, leaning against her bike with a smirk. 

“Look at you, all fancy and educated. Gotta say, Little T, you clean up nice.” 

I chuckled, throwing my bag over my shoulder. “You act like I didn’t just spend the last four years drowning in textbooks and legal jargon.” 

She rolled her eyes. “And now you’re back to save the town, huh?” 

“Something like that.” 

Toni grinned, but there was something in her eyes… pride. She always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. Now, I was here to prove that belief wasn’t wasted. Back at the Whyte Wyrm, things were different. The Serpents weren’t just a gang anymore, they were a community, a family trying to build something real. They had a legit business front, owned by Toni and Fangs, and they were trying to help the town instead of just surviving in it. 

But of course, nothing in Riverdale was ever easy. 

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Toni asked, arms crossed as we stood outside the Serpents’ new HQ. 

I exhaled. “I’ve spent the last four years preparing for this.” 

She smirked, ruffling my hair like she used to when we were kids. 

“Still my little brother, no matter how tough you act.” 

I laughed. “Yeah, yeah, but I’m not that kid anymore, TT.” 

She nodded, a rare moment of seriousness crossing her face. 

“I know, and I’m proud of you.” 

Riverdale had taken a lot from us over the years, but now? Now, it was time to take something back. And this time, we weren’t fighting alone. 

A week later and the first time I walked into the courthouse as a lawyer, it felt different than I expected. There was no grand fanfare, no dramatic moment of realization, just a quiet weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. Riverdale’s legal system wasn’t built for justice, it was built to keep people like us, people from the southside, down. That was exactly what I intended to change. 

Toni and I had spent the last few days catching up. She had stepped up big time while I was gone, leading the Serpents with a level-headedness that made me even prouder to be her brother. Fangs has his hands full with the bar and their kid, but he was still involved, still fighting. And Archie? He was still running the Community Center, still trying to keep the next generation from falling into the same cycles we grew up with. And now, I was back to help. 

“Alright, hotshot, let’s see if all that law school was worth it.” Toni said as she sat across from me in the Wyrm, arms crossed. 

I smirked. “You really doubt me?” 

She shrugged. “Nah, but I still gotta give you shit.” 

I chuckled, shaking my head before sliding a case file toward her. 

“This is the one. My first case.” 

Tonie picked up the folder, scanning the pages. As she read, her expression darkened. 

“Shit.” 

“Yeah.” 

The case was about a young Serpent, barely eighteen, who’d been arrested for something he didn’t do, vandalism at a Lodge-owned property. The charges were bogus, but the kid was being railroaded, just like so many before him. The prosecutor was pushing for jail time and his public defender had done the bare minimum. 

“He was set up.” Toni said, her voice laced with anger. “We know that.” 

“I know. But proving it? That’s the hard part.” 

Toni leaned back, drumming her fingers against the table. “So, what’s the plan, lawyer boy?” 

I smirked. “First, I dig. I find out who actually trashed that property, and I figure out why they pinned it on our guy. Then, I go to war in court.” 

Toni grinned. “Now that the Little T I know.” 

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “It’s not gonna be easy. The Lodges might not be running the town anymore, but their influence? It’s still here.” 

“Yeah.” Toni agreed. “But so are we.” 

I met her gaze and nodded. I wasn’t that kid who left Riverdale four years ago, and I wasn’t just another Serpent trying to survive anymore. I was a fighter. And this town? I wasn’t done fighting yet. 

Three days later, the trial had barely started. I could already tell how this judge felt about my client. The way she barely glanced at him, the way she entertained every little objection from the prosecution, it was all too familiar. But I didn’t come back here to lose. 

I stood, buttoning my suit jacket as I walked toward the jury. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, my client is not a criminal. He’s a teenager from the Southside, accused of a crime with no real evidence against him. What he does have, however, is a record- one that the prosecution is hoping you’ll see instead of the truth.” 

The prosecutor, an older man with a smug look, scoffed. I ignored him and continued. 

“This case isn’t about justice. It’s about control. About keeping people like us in our place. But I’m here to tell you-” I turned to the judge, to the prosecutor, to everyone in the room. “-that ends today.” 

From the corner of my eye, I saw Toni in the gallery, arms crossed, her smirk proud. This was just the beginning. I was ready for war. 

A week later, the air inside the courtroom was thick with tension as I stood, palms flat against the defense table, staring down the prosecution. The case had dragged on for days, with the prosecution throwing every trick in the book at us- trying to paint my client as some delinquent, another Serpent punk looking for trouble. But I knew better. 

Now, it was time to prove it. 

The prosecutor, a man named Richardson, rose from his seat with an air of self-importance. 

“Your Honor, the evidence is clear. The defendant was seen near the scene of the crime. He has a history of troublemaking- 

I shot up from my chair. “Objection! Character assassination. My client’s past has no relevance here.” 

Judge Whitmore gave me a tired look before nodding. “Sustained. Stick to the facts, Mr. Richardson.” 

Richardson sighed dramatically. “Very well. The point remains- there were no other suspects, and the defendant was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” 

I smirked, feeling my confidence grow. “Funny you say that, but I have evidence to prove otherwise.” 

The prosecutor narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?” 

I turned to the jury, pacing slightly as I spoke. “This entire case hinges on the idea that my client was the only possible suspect, that no one else could have committed the vandalism. But that’s simply not true.” 

I walked over to my table and picked up a file before a copy to the judge and then the prosecution. 

“I had an independent investigator review the security footage from a nearby gas station the night of the crim. And guess what? My client was there, blacks away, at the exact time the vandalism occurred.” 

Grapes rippled through the courtroom. Richardson quickly flipped through the papers, his face turning red. 

“That’s impossible-” 

“It’s not.” I turned to the judge. “Your Honor, this footage proves my client was not at the scene of the crime. It also suggests that someone else was involved.” 

Judge Whitmore adjusted her glasses as she reviewed the documents. 

“Mr. Richardson, do you have a response?” 

Richardson sputtered, flipping through the pages again before finally slumping. 

“No, Your Honor.” 

The judge sighed and turned to the jury. 

“I believe we’ve heard enough. We will now move to closing statements.” 

The jury had only been deliberating for an hour when they returned. I sat beside my client, who was practically shaking in his seat. Toni and Fangs were in the gallery, waiting just as anxiously. 

The foreman stood, clearing his throat. “In the cae of the Sate of Riverdale versus Daniel Gomez, we, the jury, find the defendant…” 

I held my breath. 

“...not guilty.” 

The words rang in my ears before the room erupted. I let out a breath, barely managing a grin before Daniel turned to me, eyes wide. 

“I-I’m free?” 

I nodded. “You’re free.” 

He let out a laugh of disbelief before hugging me. Toni cheered from the back, and even the judge, as much as she tried to remain composed, looked like she agreed with the verdict. As the courtroom emptied, I stepped outside to fine Toni leaning against the wall, arms crossed. She grinned at me. 

“Look at you.” She said. “Riverdale’s own legal badass.” 

I chuckled, shaking my head. “It was a good case, but it won’t be the last.” 

Toni nodded, the amusement in her eyes dimming slightly. “You know, there are a lot more kids like Daniel. More people Hiram’s influence has screwed over.” 

I glanced at the courthouse doors before looking back at her. “Then I guess I’ve got a lot more work to do.” 

She smirked, throwing an arm around my waist. “Good. Because Riverdale’s not done fighting.” 

Neither was I. 

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[spilltheyeasis]

#Hiram lodge x male reader

Imagine being the secret boyfriend of Hiram Lodge.

Anon requested: “Imagine being the secret boyfriend of Hiram Lodge whom he showers with gifts all the time and treats like a prince”

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Reader is younger than Hiram, but they are of legal consenting age. I was aiming for in their mid-twenties.

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Y/f/c = your favorite color

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Being the personal assistant of Hiram Lodge had many perks. A good paycheck, a car for work, and not to mention the side bonus.

“Y/n. It’s good to see you again. Let’s go to my office, and we can speak more there.” Y/n nodded and followed his boss to the office, where he leaned against the desk while Hiram locked the door behind him. Walking over to where you were sitting, he gently pressed a kiss to your lips.

“How have you been recently? It feels like I haven’t had a chance to talk with you in ages.”

“Well, I’ve been busy with arrangements for Veronica’s birthday, setting meetings for you and your associates, and general organization that you get too busy for. Otherwise I’m great.”

“I see. Your birthday was a few days ago, am I correct?” Y/n nodded and smiled

“Yes. I went out of town with my family that day, and we all went to dinner later.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have a present for you.” Hiram pulled a small box from his coat pocket and handed it to y/n. Y/n took the box and carefully untied the bow from around it. Opening it, y/n gasped at the contents.

“Hiram, you shouldn’t have!” Inside was a silver chain bracelet with a small y/f/c heart shaped charm. Yes, some would probably call it a ‘girl gift’, but you didn’t care. “It’s beautiful Hiram. Thank you.”

“Of course. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to take you out for dinner. There’s a new restaurant that opened up in Greendale that I’ve been wanting to try.” Y/n put the bracelet on his wrist and gave Hiram a kiss.

“I’d love to.”

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