#i still call the friends that remained my reggie's mum girls

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

Ah yes remembering that one time at vocational school when we were allowed to watch a film at the end of term and I sneakily took Pride with me because it's far easier to just watch a physical copy on school equipment and there were votes and Pride got selected into the finale. And because I coincidentally had it with me, we watched it in German class (and after half of it our English teacher came in for his class and just went "so what are we watching?" and just let us continue to watch)

and I kinda created a hype?

Same day our class chat group was renamed into "Reggie's mum crew", our group profile picture became Gwen saying "Where are my lesbians" (both wasn't even me). And for at least a week, no matter where we were (in school, on the way to school, in town, in the nurses dormitories (where our rooms were located) or the hospital staff cafeteria (where we could eat 1 or 3 times a day), absolutely everywhere you could spot someone singing "including Reggie's mum"

And it was glorious how 32 very different people from the ages of 17-34 just fell so in love with this iconic queer film, that we collectively went "this will define us as a group for the rest of vocational school".

[aliasimagines]

A Merry Little Christmas

word count: 1320

Merry Christmas @jmarshy97!! I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Hope you have a magical, great holiday!💕✨🎄

and thanks so much for @jatpdaily for making this event happen! happy holidays to you all too! 💕✨🎄

Luke used to love christmas. It was honestly his favorite holiday as a small kid and that didn’t really change after he got older. There is just something about the colorful lights, the hot drinks and delicious foods that made the boy a big fan of the season.

But seeing Julie hanging up a few fairy lights on the studio while humming along to All I Want For Christmas caused him to recall his last christmas. Which was technically 25 years ago.

He thought back to the great christmas tree standing in the middle of their living room with the whole house being decorated. Luke remembers how he grabbed the garland out of his mother's hand with a smile because she couldn’t reach the top of the cabinet where she wanted to put it. Luke and his mom decorated the whole house in one afternoon while singing along to their favourite holiday songs. 

But he also remembers their fight, just a few days before christmas eve. She screamed at him, he screamed back, they all said some pretty bad things neither of them ment. That year he spent christmas alone and crying in the very same studio Julie and the boys are now decorating. Alright he wasn’t completely alone, the guys tried everything to make it a good one and he spent both christmas eve and boxing day at Bobby’s. But the fact that  it was his last Christmas alive and that he can’t ever spend it with his mother again came crashing down on him. Next thing he knew he poofed out of the studio.

He just couldn’t be there now. It was too..Too much? It wasn’t because of his friends, he just wanted to be alone right now.

Julie giggled as Reggie told her about that one time he, Luke and Alex decided to prank Bobby and feed him the lie that the only thing they got him for Christmas was a pair of socks. 

Alex was the first one to notice their friend's  absence.

“Hey...guys, where is Luke?”

Both Reggie and Julie looked up and glanced around the place with wide eyes.

“He was here a few minutes ago. Where did he go?” Reggie asks and soon after Julie puts her worry into words too.

“Why would he leave without a word?”

Alex shook his head before realization hit him like a lightning.

“It’s Christmas.” he said, mentally beating himself up for not thinking about it earlier. Julie looks at him with a puzzled look while Reggie just facepalms.

“Man, I completely forgot..”

Julie looks at Alex than at Reg.

“What? What’s going on you guys?”

Alex slowly exhaled, not that he needed air with being a ghost and all, and started to explain.

“Luke, he ran away from home just a week before Christmas back in the 90’s. It was really hard for him. And you know how he never got to make up with his mom so.. I guess Christmas is still a sensitive thing for him.” 

Alex felt the 'anxiety monster' inside of him creeping closer and closer. His thoughts were all over the place, trying to figure out what to do, blaming himself for not remembering. 

He started to walk up and down the studio while mumbling under his breath, he does this a lot when he is anxious, the boys like to call it his runway walk practice. 

"What do we do now?" he asked, finally stopping and looking at the remaining members of the band. 

"We are going to try everything we can to make this holiday extra special for Luke!" says Julie jumping up with a determined expression. 

"Yes, let's do this!" Reggie joined the singer and put his hand out mid-air. "For Luke!" 

"For Luke!" 

The studio looked amazing, it always did but now they really outdone themselves. 

All three of them, the two 'musician spirits' and Julie, stepped back so they could take in their masterpiece. 

"Wow, if I actually would have to like..you know, breathe I would be totally in trouble cause this-" Reggie gestures around the place " this takes my breath away." 

Julie nodded along. 

"I agree, now we just need to find him." 

Alex raised his hand.

"I'll go look for him." he starts walking towards the door but stops in his tracks and turns around "Hey, uhm.. Julie? Is there any chance we could watch Home Alone? Luke really liked that movie."

"Sure! I'll have it on by the time you guys are back."

Julie and Reggie went to find the movie as Alex poofed outside. 

Now he just needs to find a ghost who probably doesn't want to be found. Fortunately for Alex (and unfortunately for Luke) he knows Luke, so well that he doesn't really have to think for a  long time to figure out where he could be.

His guess is right because he sees the boy sitting in the sand. This was a small, kind of 'secret' part of the shore with overgrown bushes and trees blocking the view from the more busy part of the beach. 

They often came here, back when they were alive, this place was calm and the sound of the waves crashing into the sand was just so comforting. 

Luke loved it here the most probably. He is just such an energetic person always up and about, he just loved to escape it all and come here to relax. 

"Hey." the blond spoke softly. 

Luke didn't look up, he didn't need to, he knew who it was even before Alex opened his mouth. 

"Hey."

"Is this seat taken?" Alex awkwardly gestures to the empty space beside Luke. 

"It's all yours." he says simpy, sitting still and watching the waves. 

And for a few minutes they stay there, enjoying the silence and the company. 

"Luke.. I know how hard it is. And I'm sorry for forgetting about it.."

Luke finally turns away and looks at the drimmer. 

"No, bro, it's fine. You don't have to apologize. It's just- it sucks man. But at least I still have you..and Jules and Reg." 

"You will always have us, I promise. Do you maybe wanna get back?" 

"Why?" asks Luke quietly. 

"You love Christmas, and despite everything that happened I want you to still have a great time." he immediately goes to bite his lips, fearing that he overstepped. But then Luke smiles at him. 

"Let's go then." he gets up and offers his hand for Alex, who takes it, and pulls him up too. 

"Hey guys, sorry for- woah! What? The place looks incredible!!" Luke yells excitedly.

They rearranged a few furniture so the Christmas tree would fit in. It wasn't huge, but it was wide and looked beautiful with the handmade decorations on it. Small ghosts, instruments and fairylights hang from each branch. 

There are candles placed everywhere along traditional decorations that Luke's mum used all the time. 

"You like it?" Reggie jumps in front of him. Luke grabs his shoulders 

"Like it?? Dude, I'm in love with all of this! And you guys! I love you so much for doing this for me." 

They all laugh, happy they could make their friend smile. 

"Hey, Luke do you want to watch Home Alone?" Julie points at her laptop sitting on top of the small table in front of the couch. 

"Heck yeah! I love that movie!" 

They all went to sit down on the couch. 

"Thank you." says Luke for everyone but his eyes wander over to Alex. The blonde offered a smile as they gazed at each other for a few more seconds. 

"Khm.. Julie, how did you get your dad to buy a new tree?" asks Luke, tearing his gaze away from Alex. The girl grimaced at the question. 

"Well, about that.. I actually-" she was cut off by a yell coming from outside.

"JULIA MOLINA WHERE IS OUR CHRISTMAS TREE?!" 

[lolabean1998]

This Better Work! Part 1

Sweet Pea X OC

Summery; Hey guys, not sure how well this is going to go but I originally put it on Wattpad so its way long, but hopefully its not horrendous. Let me know what you think! So, it follows the story line kind of, it’s not exact but I have tried and it follows my OC Ali as she navigates through the hell that is Riverdale. Whilst struggling with financial, social and romantic difficulties, she has the added pressure of keeping up with school work and bonus of being thrown into the frightening world of the criminal underground.

Side Note; None of the gifs or pictures I use are mine, I’m not talented or smart enough to even begin an attempt at making my own. Thank you to those who have such abilities and if you don't want me using them then please let me know so I can remove them for you. 

Word Count; 3487 (Give Or Take)

Masterlist   Part-2

"She's so hot it hurts!" Reggie groaned as he watched the bubbly blonde smile, dance, flip and cheer her heart out alongside her red headed best friend Cheryl Blossom. Her long blonde hair swishing and flicking as she moved effortlessly to the beat, her bright, happy smile shining like a beacon and catching like wild fire. Her cheerleading uniform hugging her tanned and toned body in all the right places, accentuating her muscular but feminine figure as she elegantly threw herself into a somersault.

 She had moved to Riverdale a few years ago with her mum and sister from England when her father passed away. They had decided to move to get a fresh start and be closer to her uncle Gary, their last remaining relative. She worked with him at his garage, picking up the work he didn't have time for. When she wasn't busy getting straight A's, cheering, tutoring or helping at the Blue and Gold. It went without saying that she was the hardest working person in Riverdale.

"Catching flies Reggie?" She chirped as she took her seat beside him waiting for the game to begin.

"Cute Ali, What d'you say to grabbing a bite to eat with me after I win this match?" He replied slightly arrogantly. Ali laughed placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for the offer but it's a hard pass, I already have a very hot date with a vintage car and very sexy Harley." Ali grinned, her smile contagious as ever and her eyes seemed to radiate cheerful rays of sunshine, day or night. Cheryl laughed wrapping her arm around her best friends shoulder placing a kiss on her rosy cheeks.

"Punching way above your weight there don't you think Mantle? She's on a level so high the only one equal to her is mwah, run along meat head she's spending tonight with me." Cheryl interrupted with a grin. 

"Hey Cheryl darling, can you wear the handcuffs tonight after our naked pillow fight? My wrists are still sore from last time and I still have teeth marks on my boobs." Ali asked, her face deadly serious as the girls teased and tormented Reggie. Cheryl grinned wickedly, she loved the effect their little jokes had on the guys, she nodded sincerely before moving down to rest her cheek on the side of Ali's boob.

"I'm sorry my babies, was mommy too rough last time? I'll be gentle this time I promise." She cooed, speaking softly to Ali's boobs. Reggies jaw dropped further, sending the girls buckling over in raging fits of laughter.

"You two are cruel you know that, cute but cruel." he stated with a smirk as he got up and headed onto the pitch. The girls spent the whole game cheering, smiling and dancing letting out loud hollers and flips when Reggie won the game. Before rushing to the changing rooms to shower and change ready for the long night ahead. 

Jumping in Cheryl’s stunning red, 1961 Chevrolet Impala convertible and tearing out the school parking lot. With Ali quickly jumping out as Cheryl dropped her off at the garage before speeding down to Pops to pick up their order. Ali hurriedly covered up the necessary sections of the old-style flame red hearse. Before turning on the heat pad she and her little sister had made to keep their food warm whilst they worked and grabbing the masks and goggles ready for the spray gun she would be using after they'd eaten. 

"Jesus, what happened to this poor little guy?" Cheryl asked as she stepped out of her car and passed a very beaten and broken motorbike. Her eyes filled with sympathy as she stared at the helpless wreckage, placing the bag of deliciousness that was Pops cheese burger, fries and onion rings on the heat pad Ali had set up.

"Hurts to look at doesn't it!" Ali agreed grabbing a cheese burger and taking a large bite. She was always hungry after a game. All that cheering, and dancing worked up quite the appetite. 

Whilst the girls shared barely any sympathy for other people, they made up for it by sympathizing with the vehicles Ali was given to fix up. They stared at the broken, mud splattered bike for a moment. Eating their food in peaceful silence.

"What happened to him?" Cheryl asked after finishing the last bite of her burger and grabbing a few fries.

"He got into it with the big guy over here!" Ali pointed towards the hearse they were about to re-paint. "If his rider hadn't thrown them into a ditch, we'd be holding a funeral instead of an operation." She sighed shaking her head. 

Cheryl stared, puzzled at her best friends comment. Silently hinting for her to elaborate.

Ali sighed pointing to the bike "Snakes" then pointed towards the hearse, "Ghoulies".

"Enough said." Cheryl rolled her eyes. Covering the food and pulling on a pair of grubby overalls before placing the goggles and mask carefully on her face. Giving Ali the thumbs up to get started on the paint work. 

After an hour of tedious spraying and endless gossiping the paint job was done. The roaring red, orange and yellow flames had been restored to their former glory. Ali and Cheryl could finally lay the paints and stencils to rest.

"I'm so glad that's over. If Malachi scratches this paint job again, I'll kill him twice!" Ali whined stretching her arms and wrists to relieve some of the tension. Cheryl nodded, releasing an agonizing groan in agreement. Only to jump enthusiastically to her feet immediately afterwards,  throwing the mask and goggles to the worktop and sliding the slightly dusty red tool box to the centre of the room.

"Now it's time for the fun stuff, you sure you've got all the parts for tough guy in the corner?" Cheryl grinned eagerly as Ali nodded wheeling the bike to the centre of the room beside her tool box. 

"All we need now is background music, food and gossip. Shouldn't be hard!" She grinned plugging her phone into the old boom box on her worktop and pressing shuffle play. Pulling two stools with her as she moved back to the bike. 

"Still can't believe the state of this poor baby." Ali sighed as she began digging out bits of mud and debris left over from the ditch.

"That's boy's for you. It's just typical, they get into all kinds of trouble, cause a hug mess and then leave it for us girls to clear up. Whilst the misogynistic pigs continue fuelling their already oversized ego's. Telling everyone about how they wrecked their bike doing something reckless and crazy." Cheryl ranted, pulling a large twig out and splattering herself with mud.

"You want to be careful what you Northsiders say about those misogynistic, egotistical boys. They could just as easily snap you in half young lady." A deep gravelly voice spoke up from the shadows. However, Ali and Cheryl were far to absorbed in the fixing of such a magnificent bike to notice they were no longer alone.

"Ali you live on the Northside of the border. That makes YOU a Northsider too. And what’s up with your voice? You sound like an old, spent, has been that smokes 3 packs a day." Cheryl questioned. Her eyes carefully inspecting the now almost completely clean bike, scanning for any further damage. Ali popped her head up almost meerkat like at Cheryl’s comment.

"What are you talking about? I didn't say anything." She puzzled, spotting the tool she had been looking for, lying besides Cheryl’s leg. 

"Hey, can you pass me the thingy ma jig by your leg?" She asked pointing to the tool. Nodding a thanks when Cheryl stopped to pass her the spanner. "Cheers, what were we talking about?" 

Before Cheryl had a chance to answer a tall, middle aged man with a rugged grey beard appeared from the shadows.

"I believe you were calling me a spent has been!" The gravelly voice spoke up again, making the girls flinch ever so slightly.

"Jeez Hog-Eye, knock next time! We thought you were a dangerous criminal or something!" Ali exclaimed wiping the back of her hand on her forehead. Hog-Eye sighed, slumping into the office chair by the worktop and pinching the bridge of his nose in exhausted annoyance.

"Ali I AM a dangerous criminal" He declared now rubbing his temples to relieve some of the stress that came with talking to Ali. She was so used to dealing with criminals and dangerous gangs, that she forgot they were dangerous.

"Oh yeah, you were weren't you!" She chimed brightly grabbing a set of keys from the back pocket of her overalls and throwing them to the mentally drained Serpent. 

"Next time you loan out your truck make sure they can actually drive stick! It physically pains me otherwise!" She called out as Hog Eye made his way out the garage.

"You're lucky your cute Ali cat!" He called back semi joking. Ali grinned, winking at Cheryl as she replied.

"Not to mention the best mechanic in town!" She shouted grinning. Waiting for the response he always gave, smirking when he shouted the words 'No Comment' before driving off in his truck.

The girls laughed and worked through the night. Locking themselves in so there were no more surprise guests. Pausing for a well needed rest at some horrific time in the morning and napping for a couple of hours on the hammocks at the back of Ali's work shop to regain some much-needed energy.

6am came around and the girls had finally finished returning the bike to its previous magnificence. They were sat on the bonnet of Cheryl’s car admiring their handy work when Cheryl’s phone lit up with a message from her mother. 

"Oh god, looks like this is my queue to leave." Cheryl groaned finishing off her 4th cup of tea, since it was the only thing Ali stocked. She has yet to acquire the taste for coffee. 

"We still on for our spa session later?" Cheryl chirped jumping in her car.

"Oh, hell yeah, I'm going to need it after the day I have planned" Ali exclaimed, waving good bye to her Bestie and heading back inside leaving the garage door open slightly to let some fresh air in. She quickly began putting everything back in its place and cleaning up her work space. Pausing every now and then to admire the beautiful bike posing perfectly in the centre of the room.

"Don't you look all handsome and full of life now!" She complimented the bike, smiling proudly to herself at the thought of her handy work. 

"If the outdated death carriage is ever mean to you again, I'll scrap it myself!" She threatened glaring at the flame covered hearse in the corner. She had just finished packing away her tools when a skin crawling voice brought her back to reality.

"You know for first thing in the morning you still look hot as hell, even with all the grease, engine dirt and crazy talk." That voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and she had to force down a shudder that was desperately trying to creep up her spine. She knew exactly who it was.

"That's sweet of you Mal but we both know I prefer 2 wheels not 4 and I like guys, not girls." She teased, casually making her way over to the office door where a tall, man with dark curly hair and a crazy look in his eyes, stood leaning against the frame. 

His chiselled face, masking the crazy in his eyes with a friendly smile. His bare chest covered only slightly by the studded leather jacket that hung from his slender but muscular build. Ali stopped in front of the man raising an unamused eyebrow when he refused to let her past. Instead placing a bony hand on her waist and leaning closer towards her. 

Ali huffed grabbing his hand and crushing it in a firm death grip as she moved it away from her body, twisting it, forcing him to spin round giving her free rein to lock his hand painfully between his shoulder blades. Her grip was shockingly strong considering her build and the fact the she was barely 5'3. 

"Really Malachi? Really!" She sighed shoving him forwards to make herself and the Ghoulie a cup of tea with her free hand. 

"I thought you were the smart one in your little circus club. I told you, next time you try that I'm going to break your wrist, but do you listen? Nooooo!" She ranted calmly before releasing him from her hold, handing him a mug of black tea and patting his shoulder. A warm but sleepy smile perched on her slightly grubby face.

"You know if you weren't so damn cute and the only one who can make a decent cup of English tea, I'd let the boys have you." He scowled flopping down on the worn, grey couch rubbing his wrist. Ali raised her eyebrows at him, a smirk tugging on the corners of her perfect lips.

"You do that and next time I'll use a tattoo gun instead of permanent marker." She warned crossing her legs as she made herself comfortable perched on her desk. Giggling at the memory of the last time she had a run it with Malachi's goons. She had been out on a late-night jog when she was surround by his second in command and 2 of his puppets. She had grabbed a pipe that was nearby and managed to knock 2 of them out, sending one of the puppets running. As a sign of shame, she wrote the words 'Beaten By A Cheerleader' on their foreheads. Though Malachi found it amusing, his second did not. "Besides you love me far too much to let me get hurt. If you didn't you would've killed me for shaming your puppets." She pointed out with a smug grin, she knew she had him in a corner.

"Shut up and drink your tea Ali cat." He grumbled slurping down his tea just to spite her.

"Aw you DO love me!" Ali beamed.

"Don't tell anyone, they'll think I've gone soft!" Malachi admitted, standing up and rustling Ali's hair as he placed his empty cup in the sink beside her. Ali huffed playfully, blowing the strands of hair from her face and handing him the keys to his car.

"It still has to dry but I'll move it out front once Gary's moved the tow truck and you can grab it later on." She informed him following him into the garage so he could inspect her work. Pulling a large envelope of cash from his pocket and handing it to her. Kneeling to inspect it closely. 

"Do I pass?" Ali asked curiously, staring at the thoughtful look on his face from her new spot on the bench. "Jeez Mal don't think to hard you might pull something." She joked shoving the envelope in the safe under her desk.

"Yeah of course you pass. When have you ever failed me?" Malachi asked straightening up. "That should cover the paint job and the compensation I owe you for the idiots that trashed the place the other night." 

Ali looked at him a little taken a back. But he quickly held up his hand to silence any comment she had brewing. Instead she wrapped her arms around him pecking his cheek before dropping to her swinging feet to the dusty grey floor.

"Thanks, Malachi and as always, I shall tell everyone that you are a vile, arrogant creep that tried to cheat me out of my money. Can't have people thinking you've gone soft now can we." Ali mocked, she knew the drill by now; he'd be nice to her if she pretended he was the insane wild card everyone thought he was. 

"Until next time Jackass!" She called as he disappeared into the early morning sun. Heaving a sigh of relief Ali turned to the pile of homework on the work top. Throwing her long hair up in a scruffy pony tail she slumped into the patched-up office chair to finish the homework she had been avoiding all night. 

"Looks like it's just you and me!" She sighed combing through the rest of her geometry homework. 

After what seemed like an eternity, she had finally completed all her homework. Her head now fried from all the extra thinking. Ali sat admiring her handy work, sipping the steaming celebratory tea she had made for herself. 

"I've made a few modifications to your engine, so this time you'll be able to out run anything. Even with Goliaths grumpy, love child on your back. Just don't let the clumsy fool boss you around!" Ali instructed the proud Harley. 

"You know it can't hear you right?" A voice spoke up breaking the blissful peace of her empty garage and sending Ali flying. Almost spilling her tea.

"GOD DAMMIT! I Am Putting A Bell On That Door!" Ali yelled spinning around to see who had sent her heart beating at a hundred miles an hour. 

"What The Hell Fangs?! You gave me a heart attack!" She yelled at the tanned, dark haired boy leant against the door frame. A leather jacket wrapped around his muscle-bound arms.

"And it still didn't kill you? Damn I'm going to have to up my game." Fangs remarked stepping into the room to do a few laps circling the bike, admiring its new physique. 

"You know how screwed you'd be if it had been him coming to pick up his bike this morning instead of me?" Fangs commented nodding with admiration after a few laps around the bike.

"Who flower? Please, bit of weed killer and I'd be grand!" Ali replied casually, brushing off Fangs' warning like a bug on her shoulder. It took a lot to scare Ali. Unless it's a spider. Ali does NOT do spiders. 

"Don't say I didn't warn you Ali Cat." Fangs sighed grabbing a chair and pulling it up beside her.

"Pfft whatever errand boy. The mighty Pea Pod ever going to collect his own bike or is he going to stick to sending you down to hide his shame." Ali mused adding up the total and writing down the total bill in big clear letters on a bright pink post it note. 

"Hey, I'm no errand boy! I offered to come down. Since that Andrews kid waved a gun in his face, he's been super wired and if I'm honest, the Serpents versus Bulldogs fight the other night has only made him worse." Fangs offloaded. Ali could tell he was feeling the pressure. She placed a friendly hand on his arm. Ever since Joaquin disappeared Fangs had seemed a little lonely, he still had his 2 best friends, but he missed having someone that was on the same wave length as him. Suddenly a light bulb sparked up in Ali's brain sending an excited, yet mischievous grin spread across her face. 

"Oh no I know that look! Whatever it is the answers no! Absolutely not, nope, not going to happen, no, NO!" Fangs declared but he knew it was hopeless. She gave him her best pleading puppy dog eyes, hugging his arm and pouting. He caved in less than a second. 

"Fine what?" He threw his arms up in defeat.

"Just get Flower, Jughead and Topaz to the Quarry tomorrow at 5 and bring water balloons." Ali grinned handing him the post it note and keys to the bike. 

"Tell him it's in big letters so he can read it." Ali smiled. She had never met Sweat Pea, but she had heard enough about him from his friends to know the temptation to wind him up was too great. 

"This is why I volunteer every time. This exact reason Ali cat. You two would be a lethal combination." Fangs explained throwing on his helmet, swinging his leg over the bike giving Ali a final wave before disappearing down the road towards Sunnyside trailer park.

"And then there was one." Ali sighed moving inside to get started on the mountain of paperwork her uncle had left her. 

[cherylsvixen]

I thought we were family: Part 2

Pairing: Reggie x reader, Twin!Andrews/Andrews!Reader  Word count: 1,489 Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, abuse references(?) Description: Much requested part two for ‘I thought we were family’. Once Mary shows up to pick up what she left behind, (Y/N) can’t stand the heaviness in her chest. She feels alone and ends up finding herself in even more trouble. A/N: Thank you so much for your love, so as requested – part two! I’m not sure how I felt about the writing style in this one. I prefer 3rd person but I think I was too caught up in the reader’s thoughts instead of focusing on the situation as a whole. Oh well. I’m still excited for you guys to read! Please let me know what you think ☺

Part 1

The night Mary left was still fresh in (Y/N)’s mind. That’s why her presence in their home made her feel sick. The way Archie was acting made her feel even more uncomfortable. Then again, Mary had made it clear that she wanted to take Archie with her to Chicago. She didn’t care what happened to (Y/N). Back then, Archie had protested. Didn’t want to leave his dad, especially not his twin. They were inseparable. No mater how hard things had become, it was always them against the world. (Y/N) felt like a fool. She tried to understand when Archie told her about Miss Grundy. She would never tell him the truth – that she cried so hard that night she threw up. Even now she felt the bile rising in her throat. She wanted to throw up at the sight of her dad, weak and pale in bed. He was okay, she kept reminding herself. But she wasn’t. Especially not as she watched her mum and Archie, perched on either side of Fred, reminiscing with him about old times. (Y/N) wanted to scream – what about when you left us? The lump in her throat reassured her that if she opened her mouth, she would just cry again. Archie glanced up at his sister, stood in the doorway. His eyes were full of concern but she quickly looked away. He had hurt her enough today. He had their dad and Mary. She had no one. Mary followed Archie’s sad gaze to her daughter, who had refused to be less than three metres away from her mother. She reached across and squeezed Archie’s shoulder, bringing his attention back to the three of them. (Y/N) took the opportunity to slink away, retreating to her room. However the four walls made her feel even more claustrophobic. Like everything was caving in. Rummaging through her underwear draw, right at the back, her fingers wound their way around the neck of a vodka bottle. Pulling it out, it was still three quarters full. Her mind wandered back to the night of Reggie’s party. That was how they met. He was actually very kind underneath his tough bulldog exterior. Although she was sure Archie and their friends would disagree. (Y/N) sat back on her bed and unscrewed the lid, taking a generous swig as she heard a bout of laughter from across the hall. She was going to need more than a quarter of the bottle this time.

If you had asked (Y/N) on Friday night, walking the streets of Riverdale at 1am on Saturday night was not what she had planned. All things considered, she honestly wouldn’t mind walking off the edge of the earth. She doubted anyone would notice. The vodka coursing through her veins numbed the pain she felt in her chest, and the pain from her freezing bare feet. Through her blurred and swirling vision, there was a shining beacon of hope, lit up like a Christmas tree. She could hear the music from five houses down. Her subconscious had guided her to the nicer part of Riverdale - to Reggie’s house.  She knew she must have looked awful but she didn’t care as she brought her hand, tinged blue and freezing to knock on his door. Some girl (Y/N) had never seen before swung the door open and cheered before stumbling her way back into the living room. (Y/N) was already drunk and the haze of smoke in the house, most likely weed, didn’t help. She tripped over someone’s abandoned coat as she made her way in, definitely feeling the vodka more with each passing minute. A swaying girl with bright red lipstick and smudged mascara grabbed onto (Y/N)’s shoulder for support. (Y/N) almost buckled under the added weight but the girl gripped tighter. “He’s in the kitchen,” her lips rested messily on (Y/N)’s ear as she spoke.   “Thanks?” It was more of a question but the girl didn’t notice and returned to her friends. She was like an angel, a hazy angel. (Y/N) continued to fight her way through the clammy bodies, to the kitchen.   “You look like you could use a drink,” someone else interrupted her. He had to yell over the music but his tone was sincere as he offered (Y/N) a red solo cup. “What is it?” she yelled back, taking it from this stranger. She knew she looked like shit so the guy wasn’t wrong. “Pure fuel,” he grinned. She nodded and downed it in one, feeling the burn ripping down her throat and spreading across her chest. When she came up for air, he was gone before she could thank him. “(Y/N) what are you doing here?” Reggie came up from behind, spinning (Y/N) around to face him. He frowned at the state she was in and threw his arm around her. He may have been drunk but his protective instincts kicked in and he guided her through the back door, giving them some privacy. “How drunk are you?” He questioned as he took in (Y/N)’s appearance and glassy eyes. She shrugged. “What have you had to drink? I didn’t even know you were here.” “I finished my vodka,” she hiccupped as she spoke, feeling acid creep up her throat. “Are you okay?” Reggie asked concerned, noticing her complexion change. She nodded as she swallowed the saliva that was building up. “Oh shit I’ll go get you some water okay?” He was gone before he’d finished asking leaving (Y/N) leaning into the wall. That guy was right. Pure fuel. She felt less sick as she watched her hands blur and fade. Feet blending into the grass they were planted in. “Come on,” she heard a gentle voice, hand already tugging her inside. Groaning as she moved, it felt like she was in a trance – floating through the house. This person took her upstairs although she couldn’t feel her feet, or anything really. However, she felt the cool contrast of a sheet on a bed and recognised Reggie’s scent. It wasn’t the first time she’d been here. Something didn’t feel right as he climbed on top of her. It was different. That feeling was back again, the acid rising in her throat. Then she was warm and the sour smell violated her nostrils. Looking down, she was covered in her own sick. Panic fizzled through her body. “(Y/N)!” A voice called from the doorway. She tried to look but her vision wouldn’t stop spinning. Whoever it was appeared as a silhouette, framed by the yellow hallway light. It was Reggie. But it couldn’t be, Reggie was on the bed with her. She had just thrown up on him. The person on the bed with her fled, she felt the breeze from their departure on her skin. “What the fuck are you doing,” Reggie was closer now, and he was angry. He grabbed her forearm and yanked her harshly off the bed. She tried to talk but her tongue felt like lead in her mouth. All she could do was watch like a third person; it felt like she was watching a movie. This wasn’t her life. She was taken downstairs and all of a sudden she was outside again. Reggie was here. “You’re such a fucking slut. Trying to fuck someone else in my bed. Don’t ever talk to me again,” he spat, turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.

(Y/N)’s feet carried her. She wasn’t aware of how long she had been walking or where she was. The rhythmic thud of her steps was the only idea she had that she was moving.   “Hey!” A voice came from behind her, though (Y/N) was sure it wasn’t real. This was more likely to be a dream and in reality she was passed out drunk somewhere. Her legs continued to carry her until a Southside Serpent grabbed her arm and spun her around.   “Jesus Christ,” she heard another voice. Female. (Y/N) felt her head rolling, her eyes were blurry and she couldn’t see. She just knew she had stopped walking because it felt like she’d been hit with a brick wall. “Jingle jangle?” The girl asked her friend. The guy clicked in her face, trying to establish how far gone she was. (Y/N) flinched but her eyes remained blank.   “I don’t know,” the first voice sighed. All (Y/N) could see was black. However these people were looking at a girl from the Northside, probably privileged and popular. Yet here she was on the wrong side of the tracks, eyes glassy and unseeing, and covered in her own puke. They had seen blind drunk but this was something else. “We can’t leave her,” the voice sighed again and she felt herself rising. She could smell leather and feel the warmth of someone’s body. She felt the movement of their heavy steps against the road. She let her head fall back and she knew she was gone.

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One Mistake May Change An Entire Life (Chapter Two, Archie Andrews Imagine)

Summary: You and Archie had a one-night stand yet never told anyone about it, and you made a promise to him not to tell anyone, including your best friend Veronica. But in this chapter, you are now concern about the night with Archie might’ve actually ruined your life. 

Pairing: Archie X Reader 

Fandom: Riverdale

A/N: I’m sorry for any errors as I’m writing this late at night, and I can’t sleep. I’ll probably read it later and fix the mistakes. Oh and I forgot to mention this is based on season one but there is Bughead in this. 

Read Chapter 1 Here

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A Month Later

You sit in your room, scrolling through tumblr, finding something to read (We’ve all been there right?) as you sit your chin on your hand as you keep scrolling, listening to your favourite playlist with your favourite music. Then all of a sudden your phone starts to ring and buzz making you groan in response, you slouch over to grab your phone to see that Betty was calling you. You pick up your phone and slide it to answer her. 

“Hey Betty.” You reply with a smile on your face. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” Betty asked as you shrug, you really didn’t know how you were. 

“I’m good, what about you?” You asked as Betty sighs. 

“I’m great.” Betty says dreamily as you laugh. 

“Betty, you sound like you’re day dreaming again.” You say as you can tell that she is still dozed off. “Did you and Jughead go on a date?” You say with a slight amusement in your voice. 

“I did, we went to Pop’s and got milkshakes. I felt happy, ever since Archie made me feel heartbroken, I felt really angry and sad. But now I have no feelings for Archie whatsoever. Like we’re still best friends and tell each other everything.” 

That made you stop, what if Archie told Betty about that night you had with him? Could that destroy your relationship with Betty? You know that they’re best friends, but would he really tell her? 

“Uh, earth to Y/N? Are you there still?” Betty asked as you blink a couple of times as you hum in response. “I’m sorry if I made you think of Aiden. I know you love him-” 

“No, Betty it’s fine. I’m over him. He was a dick anyway, too bad I didn’t see it sooner.” You say as you chuckle. You felt awkward between her, and you didn’t like the awkward tension between the two of you. “I’ve gotta go Betty, I’ll talk to you later.” You say as you hang up and put your phone on your bed. 

Archie wouldn’t tell Betty, would he? Well he did made a promise not to tell anyone, but would he broken that promise?

~*~*~ 

You open your eyes wide, you push the covers off of your bed quickly as you rush towards the bathroom, in your room. You push the door wide open as you slide on the floor to the toilet. You throw your head into the toilet bowl and then start to vomit. 

You hold on the toilet seat as your legs surround the toilet itself. Once you were finish you grab a towel and wipe your mouth, removing the remains off. You cough as you hand the towel back on the rail. 

“It must’ve been dinner last night.” You say as you walk back towards your room, you grab your phone to see the time, seven thirty it reads. You sigh as you decide to go and have a shower to get you started for the day. 

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“Hey Y/N.” You turn around to face a happy Kevin, you smile as he walks next to you. 

“Hey Kevin.” You greet as he turns to face you. 

“Did you hear about Betty and Jughead? They’re now dating! I’m finally glad that Betty has a man in her life. Well I did want Archie and Betty together but that’s all gone now.” Kevin says as you roll your eyes. 

“Well, I’m proud of her.” You say as you frown Kevin looks over at you with a concern look. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked as you look up at him. 

“Do you think that there’s any chocolate at the cafeteria? I really want some.” You say as Kevin shrugs. 

“I’m not sure, why? Didn’t you have breakfast?” Kevin asked you.

“I did, but I’m just hungry.”  

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You close your locker door to see a familiar face. Veronica Lodge standing right in front of you with a bright smile on her face, a sweet smile that suits her perfectly.

“Hey Y/N. Are up to go to Pop’s this afternoon?” Veronica asked as you smile brightly.

“Of course I am.” You say as you lean against the locker with your books in hand. Veronica starts to talk but you gazed her out and stared at the boy who made your heart skip a beat. Archie the one you had that night with walks down the hall with Reggie next to him, slapping Archie on his chest, congratulating him.

You keep your eyes on him, his head turning to face you as you two share a glance. It was like slow motion had been pressed in reality, stopping time merely.

“Uh. earth to Y/N?” Veronica waves in front of your face, snapping you out of your gaze with Archie. Archie continues to walk down the hall with Reggie besides him.

“Uh? What was that Ronnie?” You asked as Veronica rolls her eyes at you.

“I asked if you have a pad that you can lend to me, my mum forgot to buy some.” Veronica says as you smile widely.

“Sure.” You say opening your locker to grab some, you grab it then sudden realisation hits you.

The vomiting you had. The craving for chocolate. You and Veronica share the same time.

You drop the packet of pads as your eyes widen in shock. You felt like all of the air has been sucked out of you, you couldn’t breathe. You feel tight, lost all oxygen. You felt like you are gonna past out. But it’s unlikely, right?

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Veronica asked as she bends down to grab the pads off of the floor. You just stood there, frozen.

“I’ve gotta go V. I’ll uh catch up later bye!” You say as you quickly run towards the doors of the school.

Veronica gives a confused look as she grabs a pad and puts it in her bag. She then closes your locker.

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You look at all of the different brands of the pregnancy test in the chemist (drug store). You still weren’t sure if this was true, you were hoping it wasn’t true. You beg to god you weren’t pregnant. 

You get a packet and walk towards the cash register. You quickly place it down as you avoided eye contact. You can feel the dirty look that the check-out chick is giving you, and you hated it. 

“Poor girl, her life just got washed down the drain.” You hear her mumble as you look down as you can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes. You didn’t say anything back, you couldn’t when you are too vulnerable. “That would be thirteen dollars thanks.” She says as you quickly give her the money and grab your test and quickly rush out of the store. 

You couldn’t believe her, she was so rude and you didn’t even know if you were pregnant or not. It just made you want to cry so bad. 

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You sit on your bathroom floor waiting for the test to be done. You’ve been receiving calls and text messages from your friends to see if you were alright. But in reality you weren’t, you were scared. You wished you had someone here to tell you it was alright but, if you did tell them, what would they think? Would they still be your friend? You couldn’t bare the pain if they left you in this situation. 

You check the time and two minutes has been up, you let out a shaky sigh as you stand up from the floor and to see the test. Your hands start to shake as you slowly grab the test. You pick it up and slowly turn it to reveal your results. 

Your eyes widen in fear. You angrily throw the test on the door as you slide back down to the floor. You grab your knees and wrap your arms around them.

The pregnancy test confirmed that you are pregnant. You are pregnant with Archie Andrew’s child.    

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Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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Regulus found himself staring at his father with wide eyes. This was the last thing that he ever expected to happen! When Regulus scoped out this cafe, he liked it because it was off of the “normal path.” He never expected his father to be in a place like this.

Reaching down, Regulus wrapped his hand around yours. If he had to break the law for underage magic to apparate both of you away from Orion Black, he would. Regulus wouldn’t let you be harmed. He had just gotten you back in his life and nothing (not even his crazy pureblood parents) would wreck it. Regulus was happy for once and that happiness wouldn’t be taken away from him!

If his parents thought that arranging some marriage to some pureblood girl would stop him from being with you...they had another thing coming! They could kick him out of the family, disinherit him, and leave his share of the Black family fortune to someone else for all Regulus cared. He would find some way to provide you with the life that you deserved.

“Dad…”

Regulus began but Orion stopped him with one icy look. Orion didn’t have to say anything to get his children in line. When Regulus and Sirius were small and behaving wildly it would take one look from their father to make both boys sit down...today was no exception. Regulus’ mouth instantly shut. The boy bit his bottom lip before looking down to avoid his father’s piercing gaze.

His eyes had flickered over to the girl huddled at his son’s side. You looked up at him with fear clearly written all over your face. You didn’t, however, move away from Regulus. That to Orion was bravery. If you knew who he was and didn’t try to run or back down, maybe you were more than a pretty face?

Regulus had scooted, if possible closer to you and was gently rubbing the hand that he was holding onto.

“I want to talk to you outside.”

Orion finally in his calm reserved voice. Unlike his wife, Orion wasn’t one for yelling. It took too much effort and made people too uncomfortable. His reserved nature usually got him everything that he wanted. Regulus turned his attention back to you as his father spoke again.

“She will be just fine without you for a moment. Wait here, my dear.”

Regulus gave you an apologetic look before standing and following his father outside of the cafe. He wasn’t for sure what Orion was about to say but whatever it was it couldn’t be good. He was about to learn that his “favorite son” was dating the one thing that their family hated most in the world.

Orion turned to meet Regulus’ wary gaze. He was thankful this scene was happening with Regulus and not Sirius. Sirius would have bitched the whole way out of the building. Regulus just followed after him with a frown on his face.

“The girl, Regulus, what is her name?”

Regulus looked down at his feet a moment before facing his father again.

“Y/n Evans.”

Regulus replied, keeping his tone calm and reserved as his father was silent for a moment.

“Her blood status?”

Orion watched as Regulus muttered “damn” under his breath.

“She’s a muggle-born. Go ahead and kill me.”

Orion smirked as Regulus closed his eyes. The boy was clearly waiting to be wiped from the planet. When no pain hit him, Regulus’ grey eyes fluttered open before focusing on his father.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Regulus asked and was even more confused when his father smiled. What the fuck was he smiling about? Orion Black didn’t smile. When he did it was few and far between...just like his youngest son.

“I’m not your mother, Regulus.”

“I’m aware of that but I’m dating a muggle-born...that’s like first on the Black family things that we don’t do list. I should be kicked out of the family and never spoken of again.”

Orion motioned to the bench by the front door of the cafe. Regulus followed his father to the bench and sat down as Orion looked thoughtful.

“I’m not going to say anything to your mother. You should know that some of our family rules are meant to be broken. What Walburga doesn’t know won’t hurt her. For example, she thinks that I am at work right now. The girl is very pretty. What house is she in?”

It took all that Orion had not to laugh at the expression on Regulus’ face. The boy looked as if his father had been replaced with an alien and he was just figuring things out.

“Hufflepuff.”

Regulus replied, quietly as Orion nodded.

“That makes sense. You’re like me more than you realize, Regulus. I’m going to tell you something and I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourself as I am keeping your Y/n’s blood status to myself. When I was your age, before it was arranged that I would be marrying your mother, I was in love with a girl from Hufflepuff. She was a muggle-born too. I let her get away from me because I didn’t want to disappoint the family. Regulus, if you love this girl then don’t let her go. You will regret it for the rest of your life.”

Orion chose to ignore the stunned expression on Regulus’ face as he took in what he was told. It took Regulus a few moments before he was able to speak. He never in a million years would have guessed that his father loved anymore but Walburga.

“What happened to her?”

Regulus asked. Orion sighed.

“She died in a car crash. You were six at the time. While I love your mother very much, I have never stopped loving Ana. If I had just been a little braver, maybe she would still be alive. You don’t need to be afraid of being kicked out of the family, Regulus. If you love Y/n then you need to be ready to fight for her because that is what it will be...a fight. My suggestion, again, is to not let her go.”

Regulus frowned.

“The family will never accept her since she’s a…”

Orion interrupted without meeting Regulus’ face.

“Don’t. Let. Her. Go.”

Regulus didn’t feel the need to argue anymore. He simply nodded at his father’s command.

“I won’t. Please, don’t tell mum yet. I want to wait as long as I can. At least until we are out of school and I can provide for Y/n.”

Orion stood with a curt nod. He had things to do and this conversation needed to end. He looked back to Regulus with a small smile. If Orion hadn’t noticed how much his youngest son resembled him, he saw it now. Regulus reminded Orion of himself at 16.

“Tell your mum what?”

He questioned before Regulus smiled.

“Nothing.”

Regulus said, softly as his father turned and walked down the street without another word.

Meanwhile,

You remained in the cafe feeling even more anxious with each passing moment. Would Orion hurt Regulus in the middle of a busy street? Surly, he would have more sense than that. Too many witnesses. The better question in your mind was how was Orion taking the news about his son dating a mudblood? You frowned at the word but was sure that was what Orion Black was calling you at the moment. The fact that the man didn’t curse you was still a shock all on its own.

The door of the cafe opening and closing quickly pulled you from your thoughts. Regulus stepped back into the building without his father behind him. You nearly jumped on his lap when your boyfriend took his seat beside you.

“Are you okay? Is he freaking out? Did you get kicked out of the…”

Regulus placed a finger on your lips.

“Everything is fine.”

He replied, seeing the questions building in your mind. Why was Regulus so calm when he was so nervous only 10 minutes ago? He looked as if he had just gone and had a pleasant little chat with his father.

“But Reggie…”

Regulus raised an eyebrow resulting in you shutting your mouth instantly. That look alone said “enough, hush.” He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against your ear.

“I’ll tell you everything, shortly.”

Regulus was mostly quiet until the two of you returned to the hotel room that Regulus had reserved. The two of you were returning to school the next day and Regulus wanted one more night of just having you to himself. Regulus knew, come the next day, he was going to have to share you with others again. He didn’t mind his brother and friends as much as he did people like Gavin McDonald. Regulus was still internally seething over Gavin asking you on a date. It didn’t matter that Regulus completely had you under his spell now...Gavin was still worth brooding over.

I’ll just pay him another little visit in a dark hallway so he doesn’t forget just who he’s dealing with.

You, meanwhile, had been keeping your mouth shut all the way to the hotel. Regulus was going to extremes to have your last night alone as “alone” as possibly. You had suggested Regulus just staying with you in your bedroom but he insisted on a hotel. This left you lying to your parents about where exactly you were going. Your parents were under the assumption that you were staying at Lucille’s when in fact you just checked into a hotel as Mrs. Black.

Regulus locked the door behind him as you took off your coat. You waited until he turned around to speak again.

“Do you think that witch at the front desk bought it when you said that we are on our honeymoon?”

Regulus smirked.

“Well, we don’t like 11 anymore. Give it another year and maybe we won’t get such weird looks.”

He rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt before pulling your body against his.

“We won’t have to lie much longer either. You know that I’m in love with you.”

You eagerly returned the sentiment and kissed Regulus hungrily. The kiss quickly escalated but was stopped when you abruptly pulled away and went to sit on the bed. Regulus remained where you left him looking confused. You never pulled away from him like that and he didn’t like being left behind.

“Are you going to tell me about what happened today?”

You asked. Regulus quickly moved to join you on the bed. Reaching out, he gently took your hand in his and stroked his fingers over your palm.

“Apparently I am more like my father than I previously believed. My father had a little love affair with a girl from Hufflepuff when he was my age. I never would have believed it possible but he seems to be okay with us. He also agreed to not tell my mother anything.”

Regulus smiled at the stunned expression on your face.

“So...he doesn’t care that I am a muggle-born?”

Regulus shook his head.

“He would be a bit of a hypocrite if he had a problem with us then told me about him loving some muggle-born himself. He told me that I should be ready to fight for you...and I am. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make sure that I keep you in my life.”

Regulus gently pushed you on your back and took his place over you. He leaned down to kiss your lips before making a path down your neck.

“I told you so.”

You said with a smug smile. Regulus raised his head up curiously.

“Told me what?”

“That Slytherins can’t resist Hufflepuffs.”

You slyly replied. Regulus smirked and pulled you into his arms. He didn’t want to rush to get undressed but now it seemed the perfect path to go down.

“Yes, you did and you were right. Now shut that smart mouth or put it to good use.”

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