#id get it if it was a leaked trailer or you could hear anything but you cant so its a lil tiny bit funny to me seeing people like

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Twt people yelling at each other about spoilers and I'm mostly confused bc all the videos are blurry from 200 metres away and you can't hear anything so ?

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 32

A/N: The drama is only beginning....

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Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s older sister and you have a thing for a certain Serpent.

This chapter: Based on season 2 episode 20: Tensions are high when the Northside suspect Fang murdered Midge after hiding their relationship. You are torn as the Northside wants blood, Fangs blood, but the Black Hood’s note pinned to the door of your house threatens your father’s life. And with the rest, Hiram Lodge has a plan up his sleeve to turn Riverdale into a riot zone. 

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count:  7,436 

Warnings: Violence, Strong Language. 

You heard your phone ring from the kitchen.

“Archie?” You asked, relieved at his caller ID. 

“(Y/n), where are you? What’s wrong?” Archie must’ve heard the upset in your voice.

“Where have you been?” You asked, he was the one who had disappeared all day.

“It’s a long story.” Archie admitted. “I’m coming to Sunnyside now.”

“Hurry.” You ended the call with a whisper and prayed Archie would be quick.

It wasn’t long before Archie arrived at your new front door. 

“(Y/n).” Archie pulled you in for a brief hug when you opened the door. 

You noticed the already bruising and bloody marks on his face immediately.

“What the hell happened?” You reached up and touched your baby brothers cheek. He moved away from your touch, taking hold of your wrist and gently bringing it away from him. 

“It’s a long story like I said.” Archie sighed, “Why aren’t you at Jugheads?” 

“I don’t know.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as Archie entered the trailer, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I felt it safer for both me and FP to be away from each other right now.” You lied. Archie could tell something was wrong but he didn’t press the matter. 

“Now will you tell me where the hell you’ve been all day and why the hell your face looks like you’ve been attack by mob bosses?” You dragged Archie over to the lumpy looking couch that occupied the majority of the empty trailer. 

“You’re not far off.” Archie half heartedly chuckled as he sat down beside you. 

He continued to fill you in on why he disappeared and what the scumbag called Nick St.Claire tried to pull yet failed. 

“I swear Archie, all your problems end up routing back to the Lodge family.” Your blood was boiling as Hiiram’s smug face came to mind. Archie tried arguing with you but you knew the Lodge’s had their hooks in Archie... there hooks in you. 

“Thanks for coming, Archie.” You guided Archie to the door now that you had a sudden urge to just be alone. 

“Dad’s worried about you.” Archie felt the need to drop in just before you could push him from your trailer. 

“I know.” You sighed. “I’m okay though. I’m a big girl, Archie.” You tried to sound convincing but how was anyone okay with the Black Hood on the loose again. 

Archie looked down at you and pursed his lips. You didn’t look like a ‘big girl’, you looked nervous, exhausted and worried. You looked how you did when you were 14 and sneaking out the house, scared your mom was going to catch you. 

“Dad’s debate is soon. Will we see you there?” Archie asked, his eyes pleading more than asking. 

“Sure, Arch. I’ll see you there.” You forced a smile onto your face as you bid your younger sibling goodnight before locking yourself in your trailer.

You made your way into the bedroom and curled up on the small old mattress, the bedding Jughead had brought you smelt of FP and their trailer. It made you ache. 

You didn’t know what you were doing anymore. 

For Hiram Lodge, everything seemed to be falling into place. With you away from your father and living on the Southside as a Serpent, those family values that Fred held his campaign on were slowly withering away. 

“You and Fred are neck-and-neck, and with the town divided over our prison, this debate is ––” 

–Is the single most important event of the election.  I know. I know, basta.” Hermione finished Hiram’s sentence as he went on about the debate again. 

“We already control the Sheriff's office, and The Register, but we need the Mayor's office as well, so the prison can't be blocked.” Hiram rose to stand beside his wife. 

I'm hoping Archie's Dark Circle will cause unrest, (Y/n)’s hibernating on the Southside as a Serpent. If Fred can't control his own children, he certainly can't control a town on the verge of sliding into chaos.” Hiram held a hidden smirk beneath his lips as he thought about how easy this win seemed. And even if you decided to return to your father, to the Northside, Hiram still had those pictures to ruin not only you but Fred and FP Jones. The news that Fred’s childhood best friend was screwing his daughter behind his back would bring Fred back from running for mayor any longer, severely ruining his campaign and relationship with both his daughter and best friend. 

If only Hermione knew what else he had up his sleeve. But he knew this one must remain under his sleeve until it needed to be leaked. 

A week went by and all you seemed to do was go to school, go to the trailer and avoid FP. 

You hadn’t even visited the Wrym recently. The only contact you had with the Serpents apart from the odd text was your meetings at school. 

“Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you around lately.” Toni grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze as you entered the classroom.

“Yeah, just feeling a little run down. Been trying to lay low.” You tried your best to sound genuine as you sat down but before Toni could respond Jughead called the meeting to session.

“War Baby called my father and I from Shankshaw. Our old adversaries, the Ghoulies, had been released. Word on the street is that they want Serpent blood. They're gunning for a re-match. They want war.” Jughead’s announcement was shortly interrupted by the door swinging open and a rather pissed off looking Reggie walking in. His gaggle of bulldogs behind him, including your brother. 

“Which one of you reptiles was screwing Midge Klump?!” Reggie stared down the boys. 

You and Toni shared a look, this wasn’t going to be good. 

“What the hell is going on?”Jughead pushed himself off the desk and faced Reggie. “This is a private meeting.” 

“I'm guessing it was you, Sweet Pea.” Reggie ignored Jughead head as he thrusted his index finger towards Sweet Pea causing him to step forward. 

That’s when you realised you couldn’t be playing the pity case right now. You hopped on your feet as Sweet Pea retaliated.

“You ass. I didn’t even know Midge but, yeah, I get why she wouldn’t want fleas from your mangy bulldogs.” Sweet Pea glowered down at the boy, sparking a fight. 

You lurched forward and dove under Sweet Pea’s arm, shoving him hard in the chest backwards with your hands as Archie tried to grab Reggie.

“Calm down!” You snapped as Sweet Pea tried to fight against you to get to Reggie. 

 “Serpents back off now!” Jughead bellowed, cutting all violence to an end. 

You kept your hands on Sweet Peas chest as you peered over your shoulder to meet Archie’s eyes. 

“Look, all we know is that Midge was cheating on Moose with a Serpent. It could help with her murder.” Archie tried to clear the air but in the way he said it just made him sound like he was accusing one of the Serpents of murder. 

“Well, we don’t know anything about it.” Jughead told Archie. Archie must've believed him because he managed to get his bulldogs to leave the classroom. For now. 

Once the boys had left, Sweet Pea pushed your hands away and slumped down on the desk behind him. 

“Is it true?” Jughead faced everyone, searching mostly the guys faces. 

Everyone remained silent. 

Jug ran hand over his face, much like FP has done before, and then told the Serpents that if anyone knew anything that it’s best they come to him sooner than later. 

But no one came forward that day. 

The next morning, Jughead had called you to tell you that Fangs came over and confessed to sleeping with Midge. 

“So, what do we do now?” You asked Jughead over the phone. 

“We see if I can get the footage from my camera back and if not... if not we need to make sure Fang has one hell of a good reason for lying when the new sheriff comes by to talk to him about his statement.” You could hear Jughead rustling around his trailer as he spoke. 

“Let me know either way.” You said before hanging up the phone. You didn’t want to stay on any longer in case you ended up hearing FP’s voice in the background. 

You got to school later that morning to see the halls covered in black circle posters. 

“Archie...” You whispered as you pulled down the poster from the wall. 

“Hey (Y/n)!” Fang’s voice reached you from across the hallway. He was jogging up to you. 

“What happened to laying low?” You commented on the attention he’d drawn to himself by calling your name. 

“Huh, oh, sorry.” He apologised as he tugged his backpack up his shoulder. “It’s just Jughead said you’d be helping me out today. You know, keeping an eye in case any of those bulldogs catch wind.” Fangs seemed nervous as he eyes searched the hallway for jocks. 

“Keep acting so nervous and they’ll know it’s you.” You tried to be light hearted but even you were scared for the boy. Reggie has a temper and with it, a mean right swing. “Come on, I’ll walk towards your next class with you.” 

You knew you couldn’t be glued to him all day as it would cause suspicions but you did your best to make sure no one had found out it was him. 

You checked your phone at the end of the day to see a text from Jug, telling you to meet him at Pops and so that’s where you went. 

You tried to act unfazed with the fact that FP was there but in reality you had bigger problems to deal with right now than fighting with your feelings. 

“Sheriff Minetta wouldn't give me back my footage. Says he wants to go through it frame by frame.” Jughead told you as you sat learnt against the counter top beside him. “It's only a matter of time before he puts two and two together and brings Fangs in.”

“Damn it. Of all the girls in Riverdale High.” FP scoffed,

“What do I do?” Jughead’s eyes looked between you and FP. 

“If Fangs runs, he looks guilty. If he's caught withholding the truth, he'll look like the killer.” FP stated. 

“It's a perfect storm. The Lodges endorsed this new Sheriff. They want Midge's killer caught.” You sighed. Your heart stopped when you caught FP’s eyes, you just hoped Jughead hadn’t noticed how quickly you looked away from his father. ““and if it's a Southsider...”

 “So much the better.” Jughead finished your sentence, knowing what you were all were thinking. 

“Then we hunker down.” FP learnt forward on the counter top as he lowered his voice. “Get ready to fight.” 

You watched FP walk away to return to work and you shared a glance with Jughead.

“We better inform the troops.” You scooped up your car keys as you stood up straight. 

“We need proof that Fang isn’t the killer. Or at least a reason he didn’t tell anyone about the affair.” Jughead pushed himself off his stool and followed you to the door.

“We need to think worse case scenario.” You corrected Jug. “What happens if he is taken to the station and we don’t have proof he didn’t do it. We need to get some money together for a lawyer, Jug.” 

“Don’t worry about that. Mrs McCoy is a damn good attorney if we can get her.” Jughead opened the door to Pops and you both headed into the parking lot. 

“We better make sure we can get her then.” You said as your phone burst into your ringtone. You lifted it to see it was Archie calling. 

You answered to news that sent a chill through every bone in your body.

Fred had found a note pinned to the door of the house when he got home that evening. The note read ‘You’re next sinner!’ 

You hung up the phone and bolted to your car. Jughead called after you but your car tires were already screeching against the tarmac as you pulled out of Pop’s. 

“Hey.” You hugged Archie tightly as he opened the front door. From all the cars outside you could see you weren’t the only one he called. 

As soon as you saw your dad, you forgot about any anger or frustration that was there and it was replaced with relief only to be followed by severe anxiety. 

“You okay?” You hugged Fred tightly to which he returned. 

“I’m fine. It’s just a letter.” Fred tried to down play it but you could see the concern in his frown. 

“It’s a threat.” You argued. It wasn’t just a letter and everyone in that room knew it. Your dad had a scar in his torso to remind him. 

There was another knock at the door to which Hiram and Hermione Lodge were invited into the house. 

You met Hiram’s eyes and felt your blood run cold yet your stomach bubbled with rage. You thought that’s what it must feel like to come face to face with the devil. 

You stepped to the side with Archie as the couple were filled in on what’s happened. 

The worst case scenario was it was a threat from the Black Hood, the best case scenario was that the note was some kids pulling a prank for scares. 

“It's clear what has to be done. We cancel the debate. Prank or not, it's not a risk we can take.” Hiram spoke out on the matter as everyone gathered in the kitchen. 

“I agree. Until the Black Hood's caught, we have to be careful.” Archie added. 

“Can you beef up security at the Town Hall?” Fred turned to the new sheriff. 

“Fred, honestly––” 

“––Dad, you can't be serious.” You and Hiram spoke over each other. You stared at your father with wide eyes. 

“We'll lock Town Hall down tighter than a steel drum.” Sheriff Minetta assured your father. 

“The town is scared. They need to be shown we can't be cowed.” Fred argued his reasonings but you still had an awful feeling about it. If the Black Hood could pull a stunt like Midge’s death with that many people in the high school then he could definitely still cause havoc in the town hall. 

“Well, if Fred's in, so are we.” Hermione sided with Fred after a short moment of hesitation. 

You noticed Archie’s head shaking as he stood beside you. You moved back and leant your back against the sink as you folded your arms across your chest.

“You sure you’re not gonna stay?” Archie asked as you met at the bottom of the staircase. 

“Dad will be safe. After that note deputies will be watching this house like a crack den.” You nodded in the direction of the kitchen where your dad was still conversing with Hiram and Hermione and their new sheriff. 

“What about you?” Archie asked, the look on his face was heavy with concern. 

“I’ll be fine. I got the Serpents and anyways I have things to do tonight. Me and Jughead...” You stopped yourself with a sigh. “Things just aren’t great on the other side of the tracks.”

“Just...” Archie looked down at his feet and back up to you. “Be careful. I don’t think Dad could forgive himself if something happened.”

“I don’t think you’re talking about just dad, Arch.” You lightly nudged his shoulder. “I promise I’ll be careful.” You turned and placed your hand on the door handle. “Night Archie.”

“Night.” Archie pursed his lips into a thin line as he dug his hands into his pockets. He knew nothing he could say would make you stay. It had to be your decision and if your decision was to head back to the Southside then he had to accept it.

You headed back to Sunnyside to find FP waiting outside your trailer still in his work uniform and Serpents jacket. 

“Jughead came back inside and said you took off pretty quickly after a phone call.” FP walked towards you as you walked towards your front door.

“It was just Archie.” You told him as you unlocked your front door. 

“What’s happened?” FP followed you inside, you knew there was no point even trying to stop him, you were not only physically tired but mentally exhausted. 

“My dad got a note at the house. They think it might be from the Black Hood. It could be just some kids but with everything that’s happened...” You went over to the kitchen sink to get yourself a glass of water. “...I can’t help but feel something awful is about to happen.”

“Come on, you’re not staying here tonight. You’re coming back to the trailer with me.” The news of the Black Hood seem to send a protective spike through FP as he picked up the Serpent jacket you had tossed onto the couch when you entered. 

You rose your eyebrows at his sudden change of demeanour. 

The tension between you was still unbearable. He didn't know what he could do to make it alright again. To get you back.

“What’s the point?” You shrugged your shoulders slightly, “I don’t think I’ll even be able to sleep tonight no matter where I am.” You admitted, bringing your glass of water to your lips. 

“What’s the point?” FP scoffed. “The point is that I’ll know you’re safe. You being here alone; I don’t like it.” 

“I thought you were too busy with Alice Cooper to be worrying about me.” You accidentally let the green monster take control of your tongue as you turned your back on the older man to head to your bedroom.  “I’m not your problem anymore, FP.” 

“Don’t act like such a child, (Y/n).” FP chased after you. “You say you’re not my problem, well, last time I checked you are a Serpent and Serpents stick together. So, whether you’re angry with me or not, I’m not going to sit back and let you get hurt or worse.” 

You faced the man with a hard look. 

“If you’re so worried, post a watchman outside my door. I’m not leaving this trailer tonight.” You were stubborn, that was one thing that FP knew all too well. 

“Fine.” FP didn’t want to push you any further, he didn’t want to have to deal with the temper tantrum that would come if he did. “Damn it, woman!” FP cussed as he left the trailer. 

You fell back onto your bed after hearing your front door slam shut and you let out an audible growl of frustration. 

You spent most the night awake; anyone could tell from the dark circle under your eyes the next morning. Your alarm woke you up for school so you must’ve eventually fell asleep at some point. FP had been running round your head all night as much as you didn’t want him to. But then again, it was better than thinking about how the Black Hood wants your dad dead. 

The drama didn't seem to stop once you rocked up to school either. 

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Have you seen Jughead?!” Toni came rushing round the corner, almost crashing into you. 

“No, I just walked through the doors.” You were taken back by her energy. 

“He needs to see this.” Toni lifted her phone up to show you the video of Fang in Midge’s dressing room. “It’s Fang. Fang was the Serpent with Midge.”

“Shit.” You took your own phone out and tried to dial Fang’s number. “Find Jughead, I’ll get Fang the hell out of here.” You rushed forward into the crowd of students who all seemingly were receiving/watching the same video you were just shown. “Reggie will eat him alive.” You muttered to yourself. 

You snatched Fang’s sleeve just as he ducked around a corner. 

“Hey! Come on.” You yanked him towards you, he seemed to relax a little when he saw it was you who grabbed him and not one of the bulldogs. “We gotta get you out of here now––” You cut yourself short when you caught eye of Jughead. He rushed towards you with Toni. 

“That video is everywhere, how’d it get out?” Fangs asked Jughead as you met him. 

“You’re dead, Vixen Killer!” The raging ball of testosterone that was Reggie soon came storming down the stairs and right towards you and Fangs. 

“Go!” You shoved Fangs in front of you, away from Reggie’s wrath.  

“Fogarty! We need you to come with us.” Sheriff Minetta closed off the only way to escape the Bulldogs. 

“I didn't do anything.” Fangs tried to back away but he was surrounded. 

His eyes flickered towards you and from his look you knew he was about to do something stupid. 

He sprinted towards the sheriff and his deputies trying to push through them but the struggle only made it worse. 

Fangs was thrown against the wall as he fought being restrained but the clang of metal made everyone freeze. 

“Shit.” You whispered only loud enough for Jughead to hear as he was beside you. 

A switch blade had fallen out of Fang’s pocket. 

He was fucked. A weapon on school property would definitely keep him a night in the station and make the suspicion of him only grow. 

“We gotta get your dad.” You pulled Jughead back away from the drama as the sheriff guided Fangs outside. 

Jughead called FP as you both made your way out to the parking lot. 

“I’ll meet you at the station. See what I can find out.” You parted from him as he spoke to his father. You climbed into your car, slinging your bag onto the back seat. 

You made your way to the station but none of the deputies would talk to you. 

You weren’t a relative by blood or guardian. Minetta had his grip around the deputies tight and even the greasiest of them refused to even say one thing other than he was being questioned. 

“Anything?” Jughead asked. He and FP walked into the station together and straight up to you. 

“Nothing. That new Sheriff is holding a tight ship, I can’t any information out of anyone.” You admitted. 

“You two head back to school. Make sure the rest of the Serpents are safe and aren’t stirring up any trouble with those Bulldogs. I’ll stay here and wait. See if I can find out anything.” FP tried to dismiss you as if he could do much more. 

Jughead was quick to follow orders and head back outside, leaving you there. 

“FP, It's fine. I just had study periods today anyway. I can stick around.” You tried to argue but FP wasn’t having any of it. 

“Go back with Jughead. There’s nothing you can do for Fangs right now but there are still Serpents you can help out there.” FP gestured to the doors of the station. 

“Fine.” You shook your head, “Call me if you get any news.” 

“Hey (Y/n).” FP called after you. You reluctantly stopped and turned around to face the man. “Thank you.”

You nodded your head in response, it wasn’t everyday FP actually said thank you. Usually he showed it after you would help him but he rarely spoke the words. 

You returned to school to see that Toni had been the one to hold back the Serpents. You informed everyone that it would probably be late this evening or tomorrow that’d you hear any news but that FP was staying there just in case. 

“Jug, I think it’s time to call that lawyer now.” You told Jughead to contact McCoy before telling the Serpents to meet you at the Wyrm later in case there was any news from anyone. You also told them to go straight back to the Southside once school was finished. 

You didn’t want anyone hanging around the Northside any longer than they should with the dark circle looming. Reggie would be looking for a fight and the only way to stay out of his way was to completely avoid any places he might be. Outside of the schools walls, Reggie couldn't be stopped by any teacher or staff. At this point, you were pretty sure the new sheriff would even turn a blind eye. 

Later, when it drew nearer to the time that you were supposed to be meeting the Serpents at the Wyrm, you called FP to see if anything had changed but Fangs was still being held and the deputies still refused to let out any information at that time. 

You decided to walk to the Wyrm since you needed the cold night air to help you come up with a way to keep the Serpents calm and keep their heads down until you can find out more. 

As the cold air tickled your cheeks and burned your finger tips, you suddenly became very away that you weren’t alone. 

It wasn’t unusual for a girl your age to be worried about walking alone in the evening but you were certain that someone was following you. 

You decided to speed up but not so much that it would cause a reaction from the man behind you. Running would only make him chase you and like every predator and prey, you’d end up caught or trapped if you weren’t smart about it. 

Your heart started pounding at the thought that the man behind you could be the Black Hood. He went after sinners. He went after your father. He could very well be targeting you next. 

As you got closer to the Wyrm you could hear voices and cheers.

That’s when you noticed the large man behind you crossed to the other side of the road. Perhaps it was just someone trying to scare you or just decided to walk behind you. But if it were the Blackhood, you didn’t want to think about what would have happened if you decided to turn down an alley or walk past a dark corner where a street lamp had blown. 

As grateful as you were that there were voices up ahead, you almost wished there hadn’t been. 

You picked up your pace across the parking lot of the Wyrm once you saw the group of boys in ski masks and letterman jackets, slicing the tires of some of the bikes. 

“Hey assholes!” You picked up a rock and threw it at them, it hit one of them on the shoulder which caught all their attention. “Get the hell out of here!” You couldn’t believe the Bulldogs were so stupid. 

“Who you talking to, Serpent Slut?” One of the boys scoffed at you. 

“I’d rather be a Serpent slut than a bunch of little puppies trying to act like big dogs.” You swiped a large piece of wood from broken crate or delivery palette and swung it in your hand as you approached the boys. 

The boys laughed at your attempted to threaten. Their laughter only provoked you as you sent the large slab of wood flying towards the group. 

“Tell me, do you lick each others balls or just your own?” You smirked as the wood made contact with the group.

One of the largest boys, you can only assume to be Reggie, growled as he blocked the wood with his forearm. He held the knife out and one of the boys had the sense to snatch hold of his forearm to stop him moving forward, This only enraged Reggie more as he dropped the knife so he could bend down and grab hold of the rock you originally threw and shot it towards you. 

You tried to knock it away but the rock hit your face, splitting the skin on your cheek. You hissed and stumbled back, reaching up to where the rock had hit you hard. 

The boys followed by throwing a few more rocks towards you, bruising you in several places before the Wyrm door swung open and out came several of the. older generation including Hog Eye.

“Hey!” The men boomed as the boys took off. The men chased after them followed swiftly by Sweet Pea and some of the other young Serpents but Reggie must've brought his car as they managed to get away. 

“Hey, you okay?” Toni helped you up as the boys throws had knocked you to your knees. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said as you felt the warm liquid roll down your face, leaving puddle on the stones beneath you. 

“What animals.” Toni took her sleeve and held it against your cheek. 

“Maybe insulting and then throwing a giant plank of wood at them wasn’t my best idea.” You. grimaced as your cheek stung. 

“Yeah, maybe you should have come and got us first.” Toni agreed. 

“They were cutting up tires.” You gestured towards the flat tires on the bikes. “They would’ve ran before we made it back outside.”

“Always tryna play the hero, just like Jughead.” Toni teased you. She took you inside to which you informed the serpents that there was no news other than the fact Jughead got McCoy to agree to be Fang’s attorney. 

Hog Eye put a small butterfly stitch on your cheek and you held some ice on it to help the swelling go down. You silently cursed the jocks outside as you knew  that the fresh mark on your face would cause trouble not just with FP but also your dad. It was the debate tomorrow and you said to Archie you’d go. Showing up with a shiner wouldn’t help your dad or his worries. 

You were one of the last people to leave the bar that night. 

Your stalker from earlier had left what felt like a cold hand print on your back. It felt like he was holding onto you and the moment you’d step outside his grip would retract and bring you straight to him. 

One of the older men had offered you a lift back to Sunnyside on the back of their bike so you weren’t alone but once at Sunnyside, you couldn’t help but feel the fear seep through you. 

You sat on your bed with a crowbar from your car trunk tight in your grip. 

“Not today. Not today.” You kept whispering as you tried to keep yourself awake. If the Black Hood was coming for you, you weren't going down without a fight. 

The next morning you were awoken by a phone call. The sun was blaring through the windows and you noticed you had dropped the crowbar down onto the floor. 

“Hello?” You answered your phone, groggy from the sudden wake up call. 

“I’ve got Attorney McCoy here with Fangs now. She says they only have 24 hours to make something stick or they have to let Fangs go.” Jughead’s voice came racing through the phone. 

“That’s good news, right? He could potentially be getting out.” You sat up on the bed and rubbed your eyes. 

“I don’t know. With the dark circle vandalising the Wyrm last night I almost feel Fangs is safer in here then he is out there.” Jughead admitted, you could hear the concern in his voice. 

“He has the Serpents. We can protect him.” You tried to assure Jughead but in all honesty, you were worried for his safety yourself. 

“Yeah but from a whole town? When news gets out that Fang is suspected of being Midge’s murderer, the whole of the Northside will demand blood.”  Jughead was right. This wasn’t going to die down quietly.

“Look, we’ll deal with whatever is thrown our way. We’re Serpents after all. I’d come to the station today Jug but it’s the debate this afternoon and I promised Archie and my Dad I’d go to support him.” You told Jughead over the phone. 

“It’s alright. I doubt there’s much I can do today let alone both of us sitting at the station. I’ll call you later. Hopefully we’ll have an idea of the time Fangs can break out of here.” Jughead ended the call there and you decided to get up and washed. 

You drowned yourself in a coffee and tried your best to clean up your face. It  was hard trying to cover the bruising since it hurt to even put a make up brush to it but you did your best. 

Your phone rang as you went to leave to get some lunch at Pop’s before the debate. 

“Hey Archie.” You picked it up knowing full well he just wanted to ask if you were still coming. 

“Hey, you on your way to town hall yet?” He asked. 

“Now? The debate doesn’t start for another hour, Arch.” You pulled your phone away from your ear to check the time. “I’ll be there, Archie. I promise.” 

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll see you there.” Archie sounded nervous. You weren't surprised. 

After a small lunch at Pop’s it was time for the debate. 

You contemplated standing up on the side of the stage with Archie but you had your serpents jacket draped over your arm and thought it looked bad enough you had it as a reminder to the entire town about Fred’s daughter being a Serpent let alone flaunt it on stage. 

You sat down beside Betty so you could still be near the front so that your dad could see you in the audience. 

“Welcome, one and all, to tonight's Mayoral Debate.” Alice Cooper started the  debate off. “Jumping right in. Fear and unrest rule the streets. Hermione Lodge, how would you restore safety to the town?” 

“Well, we're already making strides, Alice. My husband and I personally recruited Sheriff Minetta from Centerville after Tom Keller resigned. Not one week on the job, and he's apprehended Midge Klump's murderer.” Hermione spoke boldly. You stuck your tongue in your cheek as the audience cheered. How dare they just accuse an innocent boy. A boy. Fang was still in high school for gods sake. 

“Fred? Rebuttal?” Alice turned the microphone over to your father. 

“We don't know if he's the killer.” Fred tried to back Fang up. You felt a warmth in your chest at that. The audience on the other hand didn’t. Especially the bulldogs. 

You locked eyes with Reggie and scowled as he smirked. 

“All I'm saying is let's not call for blood until we've had a trial. What does that say about us, about Riverdale?” Fred continued.

“You talk about not calling for blood, Fred? Are you aware of a group called the Dark Circle?” Hermione’s mention of the dark circle made your heart stop and from the look of Archie’s face in the wings you could tell his did too. 

“No, I'm not.” Fred admitted honestly. 

“Then let me enlighten you.” Hermione started. “The Dark Circle is a dangerous, radical group that traffics in terror, violence and street-warfare. It's a group started by your son, Archie.” Hermione didn’t stop there. “Let’s not forget to mention that your own daughter belongs to the same Southside hoodlum gang that Midge’s murderer belonged to. Now I ask you, Citizens of Riverdale, how can we trust a man to run a town when he can't even keep his own house in order?” 

Hermione’s words set a fire off inside you but with the sudden gasp of fear from Veronica as she stepped forward and said “Oh My God. It’s the Black Hood!” all hatred drained from your body like the colour in your face. 

You watched Archie dive towards your father as shots started firing. You called out Archie’s name as you tried to scramble towards the stage but Betty pulled you down. 

“Dad!” You cried out, Hal pulled Betty towards the fire exit and Betty kept her hand on your wrist. 

“(Y/n), I’m fine!” You heard Fred’s voice as you caught a glimpse of him behind the podium. 

The Black Hood soon fled from the scene and fortunately no one was hurt.

You kept yourself tucked under your dad’s arm as soon as you reunited with him and Archie. 

“I guess Sheriff Keller's not looking so bad right about now, huh?” Your dad moved away from you when Minetta finally appeared. 

“There's a trapdoor leading from the balcony to the roof that's not on any building plans. But I've got cars all over downtown. He's not gonna get far, we'll catch him tonight.” Minetta sighed, you tried to think that it wasn’t his fault but how could they fail to spot something as important as a door on the roof. 

Hiram stepped forward and you watched him like a hawk. His eyes met yours but only for a moment and you swore you saw a twitch of a smirk on his lips when they did. 

“Sheriff, if I may? Archie's come face-to-face with the Black Hood before, looked him in the eyes. Maybe he could help identify him.” Hiram suggested. You wanted to step forward and say no for Archie but fortunately, tonight, Archie had a brain. 

“You up for a ride-along?” Minetta asked. 

“Actually, I'm gonna head home, stay with my dad. Make sure he's safe there.” Archie refuses the offer, you could tell by Hiram’s face that he didn’t like that. 

“All right, then.” Hiram had to accept it in front of your father. 

“Hey Arch. If you and Dad are heading home I need to go to the station. Jughead is still there with Fangs and it isn’t fair he’s been there all day. I promise I’ll come home tonight after I check in on Jug.” You told Archie but you knew your dad was listening too. 

“But the Black Hood––” 

“––Isn’t going to make another appearance tonight. The town is crawling with cops.” You interrupted Archie, trying to assure him. “I won’t be long. I promise.” You kissed both Archie and your father’s cheek before darting to the exit. 

Jughead had texted you asking if you were okay, Betty had texted him about the shooting. 

Y/N: Everything’s fine. Dad and Arch are safe. On my way to station. 

You texted Jug as you drove over to the station. You pulled up behind it to avoid the protestors outside the entrance and quickly ran inside. 

“We’ve got an hour and then they officially have to let him go.” Jughead told you as you met him in the hallway. 

“There are a hell of a lot of people outside, Jug. Angry people.” You pulled your jacket around you tightly as your knuckles went white from nerves.

“I know.” Jughead placed his hands on his hips and looked past you to the entrance doors. “I got to go meet my dad. Can you stay here? Fangs shouldn’t be alone right now.” 

“Sure.” You had no problem staying with Fangs. 

Jughead let you inside the holding area and left swiftly after. 

“Hey.” You knelt down and touched the bars of the cell. Fangs was sat on the floor with his head in his hands.

“(Y/n).” He sat up when he realised it was you. 

“Hey kid.” You teased, smiling at him to try and cheer him up. “You’ll be a free man soon.”

“I’ll be a dead man. Reggie and his asshole club are gonna be waiting out there for me. Even if I didn’t kill Midge I still slept with her whilst she was dating Moose.” Fangs couldn’t hide his fear. 

“The Serpents will have your back if they are and you know that.” You reached forward and touched the boys hand. He took it and held onto it tightly. 

“You’re going to be alright.” You whispered, you wanted to make a promise but in the town of Riverdale, being alright couldn’t always be a promised that could be made. 

Time went by and the protest outside only worsened. You could hear the shouting and chanting as the sheriff finally unlocked Fang’s cell. 

You hugged the boy as he took you in his arms. 

“Hey, hey, hey...” You rubbed his back. “We’re gonna get out of here.”

You pulled away and immediately called Jughead. 

“Where are you? It’s gotten worse. How are we supposed to get him out of here now?” You moved away from Fangs as he collected his things from the desk. 

“I’m in the middle of it now! It’s the dark circle! They want blood!” Jughead yelled over the crowd he was stuck in. 

“Get inside. We need to make a plan.” You hung up and texted the other serpents to come inside too.

“I called your brother. He might be able to help calm Reggie and the Bulldogs down.” Jughead told you as he entered the building. 

“Okay. Go talk to Minetta about taking a different way out. I told Toni and the others to come inside to help too.” You sent Jughead Minetta’s way before taking Toni, Sweetpea and some others to where Fangs was waiting. 

You could see FP arguing with one of the deputies at the desk as Jughead moved away from Minetta, a look on defeat on the boys face. 

“Hey! Picking a fight with someone who is refusing to help us won’t solve the problem.” You moved forward towards the older man. 

“(Y/n)––” FP went to argue but stopped himself when he saw your face. “What happened to your face?” He lifted his thumb to your cheek but you pulled away slightly. 

“The dark circle last night at the Wyrm. It doesn’t matter. What matters is getting everyone out of here safe.” You couldn’t ignore the concerned look he had for you but it wasn’t the thing you should be focusing on right now. 

You returned to Jughead as you heard him speak. 

“We stand together so none of us falls. In unity there is strength.” Jughead pulled you towards the group. 

“In unity there is strength!” You chanted along with the Serpents. 

You were trying so hard to be the strong one being the oldest but you were terrified. There no denying that the mob outside scared you and you knew you wouldn’t be leaving unscathed. None of you would. 

“Alright. Gather up. Let’s take this bull by the horns.” Jughead put himself infant of Fangs along with Sweetpea. They were the muscle to push the crowds out of the way. 

You and Toni took the side of Fangs. You looked past Fangs, sharing a flash of fear between you and Toni’s eyes. The rest of the Serpents took the back. They would break off to push the crowd out the way if anyone tried to attack Fangs once you were outside. 

“Ready?” Jughead asked everyone. 

“Ready.” You all replied. 

“Ready.” You whispered to yourself again, trying to tell yourself that it was the truth. 

The doors were swung open by Jughead and Sweetpea as you all moved together. 

The shouting was deafening once you hit the cold air of outside. 

FP rushed forward to Jughead’s side to help keep the crowd off him and a few of the physically bigger serpents did the same on your side to protect you and Sweetpea. 

That didn’t stop people from clawing and grabbing at you though. 

You hissed as you tried to shrug hands off you. 

How could people want Fangs that badly?!

JUSTICE FOR MIDGE 

The words pierced your head as bodies collided against yours. 

“BACK OFF!” You bellowed as loud as you could over the crowds chanting. 

Suddenly, a loud thud crashed against the ground behind you. 

“Archie!” You yelled as he tackled Reggie to the ground. 

You tried pushing Fangs away from the boys as you spotted Reggie’s firearm. 

“FANGS!” The words seem to leave your mouth the exact same time as the shot fired. 

You didn’t know if the shot had hit anyone right away. FP had automatically gone to push you behind him to protect you. It seemed like a matter of seconds before you finally noticed where the shot went. 

“Fangs! No!” You were the first one to notice that it was indeed Fangs who took the bullet. You tried fighting against FP as he had started pulling you towards him to get you away from it all.

He finally let go when everyone dived to stop Fangs from falling. 

“Call an ambulance now!” FP pointed back at you. 

You scrambled for your phone, ringing 911 with tears rolling down your cheeks as the blood soaked Fangs shirt. 

“I need an ambulance at the sheriff station now! Someone’s been shot.”  

(PART 33)

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when i said it i thought it was true [1] {Ben Hardy}

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where ben is the reader’s ex and they are somehow working together on the set of bo rhap and they fall in love all over again ☺️ could you make it angst-y and then end with fluff? i love your writing so much!!

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where the reader is in bo rhap, maybe playing as one of roger’s gfs or something and she kind of falls in love with ben while filming the scenes with him as roger 💖 very fluffy pls :D

A/N: 3124 words. Super AU version of BoRhap being filmed in the fic. There’s gonna be another part, that will fill the prompts better. This might end up being a series. I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be nice.

When your manager rings you, telling you that you’d landed a part in the Queen Biopic Bohemian Rhapsody, you were elated. Freddie Mercury was a bit of a personal hero of yours, and to be a part of his story on the big screen, it was sort of a dream come true. 

In your first meeting, you sign a nondisclosure agreement, and you’re given the latest draft of the script to start learning, as well as a character brief. The script calls your character ‘Amanda’, the girlfriend of Roger Taylor who he eventually realises he wants to settle down with. You’d seen pictures of young Roger Taylor, you wouldn’t lie, you were excited for the role. Honestly, even today he was still quite a fox.

The point is, you were excited to have a fun time on set with a pretty blonde, make some new connections, and earn some good money. Some really good money.

The other shoe drops when you’re flicking through Instagram, and one of the stan accounts you follow has posted a leaked screenshot of the proposed cast list, and there’s your name, right beside the name of the last person you wanted to pretend to be in love with. Ben Hardy; pretty blonde extraordinaire, and your ex-boyfriend.

The table read is... awkward. 

The two of you are sat next to each other, and barely spoke two words to each other. You feel unprofessional the whole time, but you’d rather be anywhere else in the world, and the delivery of some of your lines falls a little flat. The director casts a concerned look between yourself and Ben as you rattle of what’s meant to be banter like you’re reading the news paper.

“They’ve got no damn chemistry; it’s like watching a celebrity divorce hearing.” When the Director vents to one of the producers in the hall outside after the reading, you manage to catch it where you’re just about to come out of the bathroom.

“They’ll be better on set, I promise, it’s just jitters.” She tries to soothe his nerves, and they’re off soon after, and you’re left with a cold, sinking sensation in your stomach.

“You’re Y/N, aren’t you? How are you finding the set?” The guy who greets you on your first day on the Eastenders set smiles with such casual ease it feels like you’ve known him for a while, instead of having just met him.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You agree with a quick nod, rocking back on your heels as you gaze around the space, trying not to look at him for too long. “It’s a bit overwhelming.” Actually, what’s overwhelming is that he’s talking to you. He’s Ben fucking Hardy, pretty-boy on the soap-opera scene, and he’s talking to you on your first day.

“Yeah, you’ll be right though; if you need any help or anything, just give us a yell, yeah?” And you realise he probably doesn’t know who you’re playing, or how you’re involved in that Season’s arc, but you certainly did.

“I didn’t know you could play drums.” You’re trying to be casual when you say it, but you see Ben tense where he’s sitting on a sofa in the rehearsal room, script and pencil in hand.

“I can now, that’s all that really matters.” He’s giving off such strong ‘please leave me alone’ vibes that it almost hurts, and you have to push through the knot in your stomach and sit down next to him.

“Ben, we need to at least be civil.” You say quietly, and he looks at you, expression a little forlorn.

“Y/N, we are civil, and we’ve done this before. Let’s just keep it professional, okay?” His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod in agreement with a small smile, and pull out your phone, waiting for the rehearsal director.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” You purr, running your hand delicately over the collar of Ben’s shirt, as his eyes widened and he spluttered to form a sentence, just as the script had told him to. 

Your character was more a plot device than anything, when Ben’s character is at a low point, his main romance is on a break, and he meets you, a temptress in all black. Your job is to give his character a realisation, he starts as your cocaine dealer when his supplier can’t make the drop, and he falls for you. Depending on the audience reaction, you knew the producers were waiting to see if they kill you off or have you recover from your addiction. The point is, your fate’s uncertain at the end of the Season, and Ben’s character realises he has to get out of the drug trade.

“I’ve got something for you, from Oskar. Can we go somewhere more private?” When he speaks, it’s with surprising confidence, and he steps up from the bar stool and into your space, smiling as your face lights up. The director calls cut after a moment, and you step back, smile sliding to something genuine as an assistant comes in and straightens your loose, black silk shirt, and they reset the shot for a new take.

“Ben, could you try less flustered? You’re here to deliver drugs, you’re not a schoolboy.” The director’s voice was kind as she came up to the two of you, and Ben agreed easily before she turned to you. “Great job, Y/N, don’t be afraid to be more even more forward, if you feel it.” As soon as you nod in understanding, she absconds, and you half laugh.

“If I was any more forward I’d be in your lap.” You snickered, voice quiet as you dipped your head to hide how you were faintly flustered. Ben was quiet, just watching you for a moment, but before you noticed, the director called for everyone to standby.

“I’m after Maggie, do you know where I could find her?” Ben starts as soon as the cameras start rolling, brow furrowed as he leans across the bar to speak to the bartender, and that’s your cue to enter the scene.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” And when you say it this time, he smirks back at you, a little cocky, and you can feel the way it makes your heart flutter and you know it’s not as fake as it should be.

Before filming even starts, the producers have essentially forced you and Ben into bonding sessions which, if this were several years ago, would have just been dates. Now they’re awkward and tense, and you tend to bring heavily highlighted scripts.

“I saw you in that Wes Anderson movie last year. It was a really good performance, one of your best.” He offers over coffee. The idea that he’d kept up with enough of your work to label one ‘your best’ has you a little shocked, and something in your heart warms as you thank him softly.

It’s gotten easier to hang around with him, and it’s even easier to pretend to be in love with him in rehearsals. It’s like riding a bike, how easy it is to let yourself smile and lean into him, to let the banter flow easily between the two of you, fond jabs that edge on insulting coming as easily as breathing.

Joe mentions that he thought the two of you worked together before, and when you reply that you’d dated for almost a year, he goes very quiet, eyes going wide. After a beat, he admits it explains a lot.

“X-Men did you real dirty.” You’re half paying attention to an interview with Roger Taylor that the two of you had been instructed to watch together. You’re both in his trailer, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa as you watch in almost complete silence.

“What?” He asks, after a beat, your words having taken a moment to process.

“Killing you off like that; they could have gotten so much mileage out of your character.” The way you say it is far too well thought out to be an idle thought. Ben smirked.

“You just liked the leather pants.” He muttered, but you’re silence is answer enough. You know he sees your embarrassed smile, but you can’t bring yourself to deny it.

“Hey, do you wanna grab a drink after and go through notes and blocking and stuff?” You’re shooting your third episode, and you’re far more comfortable on set by now. Agreeing easily, you let Ben drive the two of you to what he claims is the best pub in town, and you sit in one of the more secluded booths to talk.

It turns out he’s just as much a fan of you as you are of him; you’re known more for your bit-parts in long-running series, it seems like the only show you hadn’t been a part of so far had been Eastenders, it was only a matter of time. It’s an innocent night, true to his word, all you do is talk, and discuss the script. There is one part of the upcoming script that has you a bit nervous. 

“Listen, honestly just go for it; it’s not meant to be sweet or anything, I’m literally taking coke from you.” You tell him, fidgeting, and he’s hums thoughtfully.

“You sure? We can talk to the director, I’m sure-” He offers, but you laugh to hide your nervousness.

“Nah, let’s knock it out of the park, the script says go for it so just go for it.” You assured him, heart rate already quickening at the mere thought of it. 

The next day, before the scene, the director comes over to talk you through it, making sure that if anything becomes uncomfortable, that you can talk to her. Both you and Ben assure her that it’s fine.

“You’re far too cute for this line of work.” You say as you hold a baggie of “cocaine” up to the light, smile playing on your lips.

“Cute? Ouch, you really know how to wound a man, you know.” He says, leaning back against the sofa in the hallway of the grubby hotel your character was staying in. He’s watching you with interest, small smile playing on his lips.

“Cute’s not a bad thing, baby, but you look like you should be making coffees or playing football in the sun, not here, not with me.” And you tap out a little of the powder onto your hand, pretending to snort it before you turn to him, his expression dark and hungry, and he kisses you, aggressive, almost desperate, and you lean into it, almost forget you’re playing a role with his hand on the back of your neck. When he lets go, when he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and you chase his lips for a moment. Eyes flickering open, you see him smirking down at you where he’s standing, and you both know it wasn’t entirely acting.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He growls, and you know you have to smile like you’re into it, like it’s a challenge, but instead, you duck your gaze, giving a small laugh and wiping at the nostril you’d just “snorted cocaine” through, before looking up at him through your eyelashes.

They call cut, and the director announces, almost a little awed, that she’s pretty sure they got the the take, actually says she’s not sure if she could getting a better take if they tried again. Ben seems far too pleased with himself. 

“They want us to tell the public we’re together.” You’re resting your head on Ben’s chest laying at the back of the tour-bus set, and his hand is resting on your waist, which is bare for the crop top and booty shorts they’ve put you in.

“Yeah, I heard.” He replies, voice equally quiet. “I think we’ve got a meeting about it tomorrow morning.” Gwil and Rami are actually playing scrabble at the front of the bus, and Joe is talking to Singer, the director.

“It’s a bad idea.” You’re so frank that you feel Ben freeze, and you heave a sigh. “It’s good for the movie, but Ben...” You trail off, and you feel it when he forces himself to relax. “It wouldn’t be real, it would just be weird.”

“Y/N, we’re actors.” He says very pointedly, and when you turn, resting your chin on his chest, he looks tired, a little exasperated. “It’s just a business deal.” He assured, and you let out a low, thoughtful grumble. 

“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” You allow, and he nods once, shifting to a more comfortable position, and you go back to resting your head on his chest, eyes fluttering closed as Singer called for the shot to be reset and a bunch of people came and straightened your clothes, and touched up your makeup, all without you having to move much.

You agree to the terms set forth in the meeting easily, the story being that your relationship rekindled on set, and that you were now madly in love, mirroring the relationship you were portraying on screen.

“Wait, does that mean-?” Ben leans forward in his chair, with his heart in his throat as he followed their logic, thinking through the plot of the movie. “Like engaged?” He asked.

“Seems a bit fast.” You agreed, voice level enough that someone might mistake you for calm rather than internally freaking out, and your managers shared a look.

“There will be a public proposal during or after the world premiere, that’s up to you both, and after the movie is out on DVD, you can go your separate ways.” They assured, but your mouth fell open.

“You know he left me for X-Men, right?” You splutter, and Ben’s eyes widen as he turns to you with a scoff.

“You’re the one who said the distance was too much for us while I was in Cairo.” He snapped, and you threw your hands in the air.

“I was offering to come and stay with you instead, but you said you were too busy!” That was enough to shut him up, his mouth snapping closed as he turned away sharply, huffing out a resigned sigh.

“We have a few brands and restaurants who are interested in sponsoring, and the producers are willing to increase both your salaries if you go through with it for the full duration.” Your manager informed you both carefully, and you and Ben shared a resigned look.

“Fake intend to marry me for like three months?” He asked, voice low and bitter, and after heaving a long sigh, you look to your managers,

“Fine.”

“I think I love you.” Ben’s character shows up at your character’s door, and you open it in a silk robe. 

“Hello to you too.” You laughed, but he’s so serious, so sincere, and when he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t offer anything else, you step up to him, pressing your lips to his, and he wraps his arms around you, hands sliding against the silk over your hips, and you pull back.

“You’re too sweet for me, baby,” voice so low it’s barely a whisper, he’s the one who chases your lips this time, but your catch his chin, and his eyes open. 

“You’re high.” He says softly, voice raw and a little desperate.

“And you’re my dealer.” You push him back gently, going to close the door and his expression turns angry.

“That doesn’t mean anything; I love you, Maggie.” His words hang heavily in the air, but before you can respond, they call for cut. You’re told to play it more like it hurts to try and turn him down, and you agree, smiling and nodding all the while. Everyone sets up for another take and you close the door.

When you kiss him this time, his hands are holding your face, and you’ve got your arms around his neck, and it’s like the world falls away from around you. It’s not acting now, hasn’t been for weeks, almost months now, not since he’d asked you out officially. Every time you kiss him you’re desperate to drown in his embrace, and he kisses you like it’s just the two of you, no cameras, no scripts.

“You’re-” and he cuts you off with another quick kiss, which has you laughing a little sadly, “Peter you’re too sweet for me.” He rests his forehead against yours, heaving a sigh.

“I know you’re high.” He says gently, and you don’t push him away this time, just lean back, your finger lifting his chin.

“And you’re my dealer.” You tell him, expression falling.

“That doesn’t mean anything, that doesn’t matter; I love you.” And you know that in that moment, the words mean so much more than the script, than these characters, than the show; he loves you. Ben loves you.

You avoid him, outside of filming, until you actually get a call from your manager telling you you’re contractually obligated to be seen in public together at least once a week. Even while filming you’re short with him, and he’s quick to get away from you the moment he doesn’t need to be around you, which was getting to be pretty bad, seeing as how you had been blocking a sex scene.

After the call, you and Ben get a drink. It’s awkward at first, though that’s unsurprising. After a long sip of his beer, he pats his thighs where he’s sitting in the armchair across from you. You make a face at him, shaking your head. 

“It’ll look less suspicious than if we’re shouting at each other across the table.” He hissed, and you groaned, obliging and crossing to sit yourself in his lap. He’s warm and secure, and he wraps his arm around you like it’s second nature. “Let’s not make this weird.” He said gently, and you nod.

“As for tomorrow’s shoot,” you said softly, leaning in to make sure no-one else heard, and he nodded, humming softly, “we’re professionals, and,” after a beat you cleared your throat pointedly, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“Not in front of a camera crew we haven’t.” Ben says with a smirk, and you snicker in agreement. “It’s gonna go fine; this is all gonna go fine, I promise.” And when you raise your eyebrows at him in surprised question, he just laughs softly, and brings you in for a chaste kiss. “It’s only until the DVD’s released.” He assures you, and you let your expression fall, already weary.

“Ben, that’s over a year away.”

[someonestole15]

Focus lost

Wake up from the nightmare you exist in…

Carter was still asleep when I was gearing up to leave. His wounds would limit him for now, but he wouldn’t bleed out. His distress signal had only reached to the barrier of the tunnel before cutting out, so I investigated the wiring hidden inside the room to see if I could boost it in some way. A wire connected the safe room to a network of other rooms around the tunnels. The connection directly to the security center was cut, but I could figure a way around it. After tinkering with the connectors and the antenna on the radio, the signal was passing through to the control center, deep inside the city below. I could hear several signals passing in through, asking for directions and coordinated to room we were in. They would know it was me, I had to get them to retrieve their soldier without them thinking I was setting a trap.

>Voice modulator ready, selecting voice pack…

I left a message with a voice of a young man somewhere in his twenties, heavy smoker. They wouldn’t connect that with me, and Carter would get to safety soon enough, the food supplies and water were plentiful for at least a month. I thought about taking the AR he had been aiming at me with, but he would need it more. I placed the mask back on my face and secured it. Here we go.

The fog outside the room had gotten slightly clearer, but visibility was still limited and the stalking feeling returned to me. There was still something in the darkness and it wasn’t friendly. Oh so not friendly at all…

Slowly, but surely, I kept moving forward, paranoia was starting to settle in. My sensors remained empty, but I could swear there was something getting closer to me. The silence of the tunnel wasn’t making it any easier, my finger was shaking near the trigger.

>Warning: Keep Calm Protocol disabled! Please consider reactivating! >Attempting to reboot… >Error! Power level too low for reactivation.

Of course it would be… I have been running on that same power for days now, a recharge would be useful, but for now, I would have to carry on with my OS losing focus every time there was a noise on my radar. The amounts of chemical in the air were getting thicker, the source was close.

After walking for about 20 minutes, I arrived to an area that had seemingly been converted to serve as a camp. Multiple dark trucks were parked to my 3’o clock, under what looked like a refueling station, tents and trailers to the my 9, along with a white tent to the 12. The large cloud of chemicals emanating from the tents was quite an obvious sign, the contamination had failed.

I had a closer look at things around the entrance of the camp before heading further, and saw a body of a woman in a lab coat laying on the ground. I stepped closer with a weapon ready, before gently kicking the body with my boot to see if I could get a reaction out of her. She didn’t react and once I had her on her back, I could see that most of her face was missing. A slight amount of shock got to me as I stumbled back. The keep calm protocol had been keeping me calm all this time, but now, I was afraid, alone in the dark. Get through this… everything hinges on you now.

I wiped the mask and returned to the corpse. Her ID card was missing, and the several marks on her wrists made it clear that something was dangerously wrong here, the marks were caused by something much worse than a knife. I left the body alone and headed towards the parked trucks. Searching through them might unearth something useful.

The trucks were still in almost usable condition, except for the tires and fuel. A tanker truck further away was empty, but the traces inside matches the chemicals in the air. So far, I had found nothing useful from the trucks. Military trucks after all, if there was anything left behind, it would have been cleared out before the next mission. With that fact in mind, I headed for the tents near the other wall.

Searching through the tents revealed that this whole place had been under lockdown for longer than I thought. First tent was filled with beds, an android charging pod and rotting food, but no bodies, nor signs of survivors. A piece of paper on one of the desks inside contained information on the project, but no mention of Safeguard.

 Project Evil Grin

Objective: Confirm the effects of the G5 gas on test subjects provided by Dr. [BLANK].

Guidelines: The gas has been found to be extremely toxic and corrosive. Keep safety gear nearby in case of a leak and contact the main complex right away.

Additional information: This information is confidential to researcher number 763, Martin Key. If found by individual other than him, please report to the peacekeepers to be detained.

 This might open some eyes, I’ll have to scan it and keep a copy with me.

>Charging location detected! Recommend recharge!

That is a plan that I will follow. The weapon back on my sling, I entered the pod and started up the charger.

Wake up, and smell the ashes.

[itsworn]

How Craig Calmes Built his 9-Second Street Car

Many enthusiasts found their way into the car hobby via an older sibling and Texan Craig Calmes is no exception. His five older sisters weren’t obsessed with cool cars, but some had boyfriends who were. Sister Linda’s boyfriend bought a new Corvette in 1966 and that certainly impressed the lad, but even more memorable was what sister Cheryl’s boyfriend (now husband) Ronnie drove. “Ronnie had a tri-power big block Chevy-powered ’35 Ford coupe and that really caught my attention when I was a little fella,” Calmes remembers. “I could hear him coming before I could see him and I’d get very excited when I heard the roar of his exhaust. Ronnie later bought a ‘57 Chevy and then a ’68 Firebird. I loved the Firebird, and that’s probably why I have three of them now.”

Calmes learned to drive when he was only nine years old and his father permitted him to wheel the family car around the building housing his plumbing shop. “I think he allowed my brother and I to do that to get us out of his hair when he had a lot of work to do! We never hit anything, but we always managed to flip over the tool boxes he kept in the trunk!”

Calmes’ first car was a 1967 Firebird he bought in 1974. It was a nice car but nothing special and aside from adding mag wheels and a few other aftermarket parts he left it stock. In 1976 he bought a new Camaro and in 1979 he got his first fast car, a brand new Z/28. “The Z/28 was quick, and it was black on black, which is what I really wanted. The 1976 Camaro was black outside but it had a white interior. I initially disliked the white interior but it quickly became apparent that girls loved it, so I grew to appreciate it too!”

After getting married Calmes traded the Z/28 in on a 1981 Pontiac Grand Prix. “Along came children and I thought we should have more of a family car. My wife is still mad at me for trading in the fun Camaro for a car that wasn’t fun at all!” With the children came added responsibilities, and for the next thirty-odd years Calmes and his wife focused on raising their three daughters and building up their business.

In 2012, with his daughters grown up and business cruising along, Calmes decided to get back into cars. He started with a bone stock, very original 1968 Firebird that he turned into a 10-second street/strip car. While still building the 1968 he bought a pro touring, LS1-powered 1967 Firebird.

“With the two Firebirds already in the garage I thought it would be neat to find a nice 1969 [Firebird]. I was looking for something that was ridiculously fast but still streetable. Then, in March 2013, while looking at online listings, a supercharged 2010 Camaro SS that ran in the high-9s caught my eye.”

Calmes rang up his buddy Kevin Torres and asked him to evaluate the Camaro. It was built at Redline Motorsports in Pompano Beach, and after speaking with Redline owner Howard Tanner, having Tanner perform a leak-down test on the engine that confirmed it was healthy, and speaking with the car’s owner, Torres recommended that Calmes try to buy it.

“I made a deal for the car and its trailer with Stephen Vigoa, the owner, and we met in Crestview, Florida, which is about half way between Miami, where he was, and Houston, where I live. When we met it was clear that the Vigoa family had an emotional attachment to the Camaro, which they called ‘Big Red’, so I promised I would take good care of it, and would keep them up to date on what I was doing with it.”

Upon arrival in Houston a few of Calmes’ friends were waiting to see the new acquisition. Among them was Torres, and Calmes invited him to take the Camaro for its first drive. “After coming back from a spirited drive,” recalls Calmes, “Kevin pulled me aside and said, ‘this car is no punk, so be careful letting your friends drive it’. I took his advice and had him give everyone else a ride. After they all rode in it they understood what he was talking about because the car would smoke the tires from a rolling start without breaking a sweat, straight off the trailer from Miami! His description of the car stuck, and to this day we all call it No Punk!”

The following weekend Calmes and his buddies took No Punk to Royal Purple Raceway in Baytown, and Torres immediately clicked off a run of 9.98-seconds @137 mph. A short time later, after adjusting tire pressure, changing spark plugs, and adding PolyDyn TX7 Engine Treatment to the oil, Torres managed to get his time down to 9.83-seconds @ 138.5 mph.

“At the time, that was the record for the quickest 5th Generation Camaro on 93 Octane Pump Gas,” explains Calmes. “I should have stopped right there, but naturally I wanted more power. I decided to send No Punk back to Redline Motorsports to perform a full C85 fuel conversion, which consisted of beefed up fuel lines, new fuel pumps, new fuel injectors and a new dyno tune.

It went from 736 horsepower and 658 lb-ft of torque on 93-octane to 843 horsepower and 815 lb-ft at the wheels of on C85.”

To clarify, C85 is VP Racing Fuel’s version of E85 gasoline. Many top tuners find it difficult to tune a car to run on E85 out of the pump because the actual ratio of enthanol to gasoline varies too greatly. With a fuel like C85, at least you know the mix ratio of fuel is correct.

When Calmes got the car back and brought it to the track, he discovered that the chassis couldn’t handle the extra power. “We could not get it to hook-up and cut a decent 60-foot time as it did previously, with less power. The best ET and trap speed of the day was 9.86 and 144.1 mph, with a soft 1.673, 60-foot time, compared to a best 60-foot time on pump gas of 1.427.”

Calmes sent the car back to Redline for suspension changes, and while it was there he decided to completely upgrade the engine as well. Out came the Whipple-supercharged 416 and in went a seriously built-up 427 LSX sporting twin T4 PTE 6466 turbos.

The new engine demanded dramatic improvements to the drive train, so an ATI TH400 Outlaw Series replaced the 4L80E, and a complete Driveshaft Shop 9-inch rear end assembly took the place of the stock axle. The transmission proved incapable of withstanding the forces the potent engine and heavy car combined, so ATI developed a new, stronger TH400 they call Fuel Comp, and that has been very durable in the car.

Calmes told Redline’s Howard Tanner not to send No Punk back to Texas until he confirmed it could turn sub-nine second quarters, and after Tanner ran 8.98-seconds at 160 mph, it went home. No Punk duplicated the sub-nine second time at Royal Purple Raceway, but analysis of 60-foot times confirmed that it was still having trouble hooking up.

Calmes consulted with racer Jeremy Martorella, who suggested a number of changes, including removal of a sway bar and altering the engine’s boost curve. After this work was done by Jay Healy at KraftWorks, in Boca Raton, Florida, Martorella took the car to Palm Beach International Raceway and in his first pass, on a less-than-ideal track surface, turned an 8.46-second quarter @ 165 mph with a 1.41 60-foot time. “I was extremely happy and seeing that the driver had to peddle it a bit, I knew it could run even quicker,” remembers Calmes. And this time is even more impressive considering the fact that this is still a full weight, full interior street car with working a/c, power steering and a lot of added weight from safety equipment.”

As you likely realize by now, Calmes can’t sit still for very long and is constantly thinking about going faster. To that end, he’s in the midst of yet another round of serious upgrades to No Punk with help from Redline Motorsports, Lorenz at LSX Power Tuning in Brenham, Texas, and Nickens Brothers Racing Engines in Conroe, Texas, which is going through the entire engine.

Simultaneously, the car’s transmission and rear end are getting freshened up, all new wiring and a Holley computer are being installed, and the body is being cleaned up and repainted. When completed, these enhancements will undoubtedly make Calmes’ blisteringly fast Camaro even faster, which is to say even further away from being a punk than it has ever been!

Tech Notes

Who: Craig Calmes What: 2010 Camaro Where: Houston, TX

Body and Paint: The body is stock and still wore its original paint when we photographed it, but is presently getting repainted.

Chassis: The chassis is stock but stiffened considerably by virtue of a Tig Vision Race Fabrications ten-point 4130 chromoly roll cage.

Suspension: Most of the factory suspension is retained, but traction is enhanced and weight is reduced courtesy of an Xtreme Innovations direct bolt-in 4130 chromoly front cradle. Traction is further helped by AFCO Racing and Performance “Big Gun” shocks that have been custom valved and BMR anti-sway bars front and rear.

Steering: The stock Chevrolet steering system is retained.

Brakes: Stock Chevrolet four-wheel disc brakes handle stopping chores.

Wheels and Tires: The car wears Weld RTS wheels sized at 15×10-inches in the rear and 17×6-inches in front. P275/60R15 Mickey Thompson ET Street Radial Pro tires fill up the rear wheel wells while Mickey Thompson Sportsman S/R radials sized at 28X6.00R17LT keep the front rolling.

Engine: When photographed, the car was powered by a 429 built around a Chevrolet Performance LSX block stuffed full of top shelf parts to help it live while making huge power. At the bottom end, a Callies Dragon Slayer 4-inch stroke crank anchors Callies Ultra I-Beam 6.125-inch rods. Both main and rod bearings are Calico coated. Diamond pistons with coated domes and moly skirts fill the 4.130-inch bores swing on the rods via Trend Performance H927 pins. Mast Motorsports 285cc CNC 6-bolt LS3 cylinder heads were assembled with titanium intake and Inconel exhaust valves. A 234/252 115+1 grind from Comp Cams is spun by a Cloyes billet adjustable timing setup. ARP studs anchor both the cylinder heads and main bearing caps. Injector Dynamics ID 1300X injectors, featuring all stainless internals, are fed fuel via three high-output pumps that are part of a custom system developed by Redline Motorsports and Fore Innovations. Induction is handled by a FAST 102mm intake with Nick Williams 102mm throttle body and boost is delivered by twin Precision Turbo & Engine 6466 ball bearing turbos coupled with a T4 mounting system. Lubrication is taken care of by a Melling oil pump inside a Moroso aluminum oil pan, a TuboWerx scavenge pump, and a 3-quart Accusump system.

Transmission: For maximum acceleration in a durable package, Calmes relies on an ATI Performance Products Fuel Comp Turbo-400 transmission. This specific model was actually developed specifically for Calmes’ Camaro because in early testing it kept chewing up transmission parts. Super strong internals, including shafts made from 300M alloy steel, make the Fuel Comp Turbo-400 well suited for heavy cars with massive amounts of torque.

Rear End: The Camaro’s stock rear end gave way to a 9” differential from The Driveshaft Shop. It’s fitted with 3.42:1 gears that drive Driveshaft Shop axles.

Interior: This car is street driven, so Calmes chose to preserve most of the factory interior. The most notable changes are the addition of Sparco racing seats, Simpson 5-point safety harnesses, a Precision Performance Products shifter, and Auto Meter gauges.

Electronics: Calmes gets more power to the ground via a 2-step LNC-2000 Lingenfelter RPM Limiter Timing Retard Launch Controller.

Thanks to: Kevin Torres, Redline Motorsports, KraftWorks, LSX Power Tuning, Nickens Brothers Racing Engines

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