#jughead angst

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Be Mine

Trigger warning: Cursing, Angst, Unprotected sex, and mentions of Abuse and Addiction.

I step into the student lounge of Riverdale High, and every eye seems to find me. My peers are all lounging on the seats, a mixture between Northside kids and the serpents. I’m not a serpent, but my father and FP are best friends, but after FP fell down the slippery slope of addiction, my father refused to join, although he’s still considering it for protection from my mistakes.

Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea are squished together on one of the smaller couches, but when Sweet Pea’s eyes meet mine, he pushes Fang’s body into Toni’s to make room. I step toward them but hesitate, my heart hammering in my ears. Sweet Pea gave me an ultimatum when he snuck through my bedroom window last night bloody and in tears: either I date him officially, or I never speak to him again. And although I want Sweet Pea in every fucking way you can want another human, I can’t date him.

Not because of my father’s distaste for the serpents as I’ve led Pea to believe, but because of a more gruesome reason.

I shift my eyes from the boy I yearn for and search for a safer place to sit before first period. Jughead announces himself by pushing off the wall and stepping before me, eyes wild. Betty’s eyebrows plunge from the corner of my eye, clearly as confused by Jughead as everyone else, but I’m not.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Jughead rushes, nudging his head toward the exit.

“Uh, yeah, of course.”

Hot on his heels, I follow him until we’re alone in a deserted hallway where no one can hear. Jughead grips my wrists lightly and pulls me to stand behind a corner that is out of view of any passerbys . “What are you doing standing there looking braindead?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“It’s Sweet Pea,” I answer. “He finally gave me an ultimatum.” I cringe, my face tingling with the truth. I’m about to lose Sweet Pea.

Jughead and I have been friends since we were in diapers, and our dads were best friends. He knows the truth, the real reason I can’t be with Sweet Pea. I’ve been close to Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea for a year now, but before I started spending all my time with them, I ran with a different crowd. A group of people whose leader has a son three years older than me, who took advantage of me, and when I got out of the situation, promised to murder anyone I ever date, and I believe him.

Jughead sighs, placing a finger over his lips in thought. “So what’s your plan? How are you going to break up with him?”

“You can’t break up with someone you’ve never dated,” I whisper, swallowing the lump climbing my throat. “I don’t know what to do, Jughead.”

Jughead tugs his beanie once. “Piss him off? Tell him no? Shit, I don’t Know, Y/n… I don’t really see Sweet Pea staying away from you.”

“He has to,” I urge, gripping Jughead’s free hand and squeezing his fingers. “Please help me keep him away.”

Jughead’s eyes widen. “What would you like me to do?” he asks, growing irritated. “Huh? I’m not the one that ran with those hooligans!” He rips his hand from mine and pokes me in the chest with long fingers. “They’re worse than the ghoulies. You can’t date anyone.”

“I know!” I shriek, my voice echoing off the metal locker. “You think I don’t know that, Jug? You and FP have told me like five times, and then relayed it another five through my father.”

“Okay,” he drawls, holding his hands out in surrender. “Just tell me what to do, okay?”

“I need help,” I yell again, out of breath.

Jughead grips my shoulder, leaning into my face. “Do you want to draw attention to us?” he asks, searching my gaze with panic-stricken eyes.

“Draw attention to what?” someone says from beside us. Shit. My eyes clench and then open slightly to my left to find Sweet Pea breathing heavily as he watches u. Oh Shit.

Jughead drops his hands from my body and turns to Sweet Pea warily. “Sweet Pea,” Jughead begs, “Don’t make assumptions about things you-”

“Fuck you, Jones,” Sweet Pea snaps, stepping in front of me and pushing Jughead backward. “You have my respect because of the serpents, but you won’t be excused if you’re trying to take my girl from me.”

“Sweet Pea!” Fangs calls from the end of the hallway, and I hear leather along the floor, and I know he’s running toward us. “Let it go, Sweet Pea. Let’s ditch,” he begs, appearing beside us.

“Hell no,” Sweet pea growls. “You should hear what I did, Fangs!” he booms, his skin tight with flowing rage.

If he had heard everything, he would be angry for an entirely different reason right now. Jughead and I could never be an item. Besides, he’s with Betty.

A crowd begins to form, Bulldogs barking at Sweet Pea. “All this for a slut,” someone calls from within the crowd.

Sweet Pea breaks; whatever string he had tied between his composure and allowing himself to start a fight in the middle of the school completely snaps in half. He can handle insults thrown at him, and he’s gotten better at remaining calm in situations where his friends are threatened, but when it comes to me, sometimes he can’t handle them even looking at me.

“Who was it?” he yells over the crowd. “Was it you?” he accuses, eyes narrowing on Reggie, who is smiling like a lunatic, clearly pleased by Sweet Pea becoming unhinged. Sweet Pea is eighteen now, and I just turned eighteen as well. We’re both graduating this year; he can’t fuck this up. He just can’t.

“Let’s go, Sweet Pea.” Fangs grips his arm, tugging again. “We can ditch,” he repeats.

Ditching may result in punishment, but it won’t be as bad as it will be if he’s caught fighting again. Toni’s eyes lock with mine in a pleading stare, and I release a breath, stepping behind Sweet Pea. I encase his left hand in both of mine, pulling it from Fang’s grip. At first, he flinches, but when he recognizes my touch, he relaxes, peering down at me.

“Let’s go. You and I can ditch,” I offer, plastering a smile on my fake face.

Fang’s posture relaxes, and he grins a little, thanking me without saying the words.

Sweet Pea tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear before sighing and beginning to shake his head. “It was about our dads,” I lie, attempting to keep my voice low, but I know some of the crowd hears me. Sweet Pea knows FP and my father are best friends. “That’s all it was. I swear.”

He releases a breath and nods, turning on his heels and leading me from the school. I follow him to his bike and he passes me my helmet without a word. My heart stings when I realize that even though I didn’t ride with him to school or plan to ride home with him, he still brought the helmet. We agreed to take a break, and he still brought the damn helmet.

Slipping it on, I perch myself behind him, winding my hands around his toned stomach and relaxing against his back.

I’m so screwed.

The wind isn’t brutal today, nor is it very cold, so the drive back to his trailer is actually relaxing and not as tense as I expected it to be. When he parks beside the front door, I hop off and wait for him to kill the engine. I tug my helmet off and place it on my seat, waiting for him to speak as he kicks the stand and dismounts.

“Did Jughead hurt you?” he asks, jaw tense as he searches my eyes for the truth,

“No,” I promise, and he nods once, seeming as if he doesn’t believe me.

He takes my hand, leading me into his home. Sweet Pea closes the door behind us as we enter, and my hands find his chest, as I inhale a breath, hoping he’ll mimic me. The tension emitting from him is choking me so I know it’s suffocating him.

“He had his hands on you,” he states, still tense under my touch.

“Jughead would never hurt me,” I assert, gazing into the brown depth of his eyes. I sweep the hair off his forehead in a gesture that is too intimate and then release him entirely.

Sweet Pea grabs my hands almost angrily and places them back on his chest. I see his heartbeat underneath his serpent tattoo, shaking the skin on his neck. “I want you, Y/n,” he says, sighing. “I want you. All of you. Every fucked up part. Every mistake. Every damn flaw.”

“Pea-”

“Why won’t you let me have you?” he begs me for the truth, his eyes shaking with fear. “It can’t be because of your dad.”

“Sweet Pea…” I start trying to think of a believable lie. I should’ve let him believe Jughead and I were together; that’s better than him getting killed. But I didn’t, because I like Betty. But, honestly, fuck everyone. If pissing everyone off keeps Sweet Pea alive, then so be it.

“I-” I try to tell him my lie, but his lips shut me up. In a rushed move, Sweet Pea tastes me with his slightly parted mouth, drawing in my breaths and drawing out a moan. I attempt to push him back by his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

Pulling his mouth back just enough to graze mine, his lips dance along the sensitive skin with everything I dream of. “Please,” he whispers.

I don’t know exactly what he’s begging for, but then he steps forward, pressing his growing need into my hip, and I succumb to whatever he wants to do with me. My shaking hand cups his jaw and pulls his lips back down to mine, but he refuses, leaning back and cupping my hips.

Sweet Pea spins me around until my back is against his chest. He swiftly tugs my shirt and unhooks my bra, and I allow it to fall to the floor. My head falls against him as his hands wander longingly across my body as if he’s not unfamiliar with the territory but wants to memorize it.

His hand slips into the front of my jeans, and my back arches. “Please,” he mumbles in my ear, kissing my earlobe. “Please, Y/n”

“Yes,” I sputter, unaware of why he’s begging to touch me. “Yes!”

He chuckles in my ear, clearly amused by my arousal, as he taps my underwear once, keeping his hand along the thin fabric. “So ready for me,” he praises. “I fucking love you,” he growls into my neck, kissing and nipping the skin.

And my heart shatters. He’s never said those three words before, never claimed to feel that way toward me, and I never thought he would ever say it. Sweet Pea—the serpent everyone is scared of is confessing his love for me with his hand in my pants.

“Sweet Pea,” I say his name as a plea, arching my back and twisting my hips to create friction. “Don’t tease me.”

In one fast motion, he yanks his hand from my jeans, pops open the button, and discards it and my underwear. I gasp and turn to him to see his shirt flying over his head. I make use of my hands by buttoning and unzipping his dark jeans.

Sweet Pea intertwines his right hand into my hair, twisting along the base of my scalp, and then turns me around again, this time walking me into the kitchen. The walk is short, so I don’t blame him for wanting a change of scenery, but when my breast slams down on the cold countertop, I squeal in shock.

We’ve never done this before. With one hand knotted in my mane, the other trickles down my spine. “Please,” he begs, his voice deep and pleading.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” I cry out, unaware of why he keeps asking for permission. We’ve never done this without mutual consent, but damn, he’s asked me like five times.

I feel the heated tip of what I need most from him tap exactly where I need it, causing my body to shiver. Without another word, he pushes inside me, causing my hard nipples to press into the counter. I cry out as he tugs my head back by my hair, creating a sultry rhythm that only Sweet Pea can manage.

His lips trail down my chin as he fucks me, nipping at my collarbone once he reaches the deepest parts of me. “Please, baby,” he begs. “Be mine,” he mumbles into my neck.

My skin scorches with unhinged pleasure and raging pain as I realize what he’s begging for. “Fuck Pea!” I cry out as he releases my hair and touches me where I need him most, pushing me over the edge of desire and despair.

With hands dug into my hips, his rhythm becomes sloppy and faster, alerting me of his orgasm. I don’t move. I’m on birth control, and neither of us is sleeping with anyone else, so the unsafeness of this doesn’t bother me, and neither does it him as he shakes, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I sigh into the counter as his head falls to my back as he calms himself down. “Please be mine, baby,” he says, clearer yet thick with emotion.

“Okay,” I mumble before I can think better of it.

His forehead departs from my sticky skin, and his tattooed thumb tilts my chin to look at him. “Okay?” he asks, clearly seeking confirmation.

“Okay,” I repeat, but my insides protest as they try to rip out my heart. Without the organ that’s lead by desire, I wouldn’t have made this mistake.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Thank you,” he praises, kissing my exposed shoulder. “Let me go run us a bath.”

Sweet Pea disappears, and I smell the lavender seeping from the bathroom as I gather my clothes. Stille bare, I put my clothes atop the couch beside my discarded shoes. I shuffle to the bathroom, heart in my throat, ready to break his, and find him completely bare, sinking into the small tub.

“Join me,” he urges, a small smile curling his lips.

A lone tear escapes my eye. Sweet Pea straightens his body underneath the lavender. “Dammit, did I hurt you?” he asks, panicked, gripping the edge of the white plastic tub. “Come here.”

“No,” I whisper, allowing myself to smile at him one last time. “I just really love you, Sweet Pea,” I promise him. I fucking promise him. Because after tonight, it’s going to seem like I don’t. But I do love him, and I always will.

I dip my toes in the warmth, sinking between his legs with my back to him. He cups my head and tugs me against his frame. “I love you, too,” he says, relaxing into the water.

I will always want Sweet Pea. I will always crave him. But I can’t have him.

Pinching bubbles between my fingers, we sit in silence until the water runs cold. I tug the drain and allow the water to gurgle as it escapes.

Peeking back at Sweet Pea, I see his eyes fluttering with a sleepy smile on his face. I step out, grab a towel for him, and then wrap one around myself. I debate on how to tell him we’re over forever, but I can’t.

He’s sleepily tugging on boxers, drying his hair with the towel when I look at him again, and I can’t ruin this for him. I just can’t. But I can’t stay either.

Sweet Pea rushes into his room and I slowly follow him, finding him waiting with one of his shirts in his hand. “You tired?” he asks. “I know it’s early, but I could use a nap, and then when we wake up maybe we can go to Pops or-” he continues to ramble but I block him out.

We’ve never gone on a real date before, and he thinks we can now. We can’t.

My face tightens as my lips form a straight line. “I’m tired,” I lie once he stops speaking to take a breath.

“Okay,” he says, sliding into his bed in only his boxers and turning down the blankets for me.

I crawl in, allowing him to pull me against his chest, remembering every detail of the way his skin feels. I need to memorize his hands, the navy blue color of his sheets, and the smell of cologne and cigarettes emitting from his pillows. I need to remember him the way he was when he loved me because I will always love him, but he will hate me once this is said and done.

Soft snores tickle my hair, and I wait only a few minutes before I slide his hard arm from my frame. I tuck the covers underneath him, kiss the side of his hair, and then turn away from him.

Trembling with unshed tears, I find my clothes where I left them, and then quickly dress myself and rush out, making sure to lock his front door. Once my feet hit the grass, I run far away from his trailer so he doesn’t wake and catch me sneaking out, and then I call Jughead.

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You’re not sorry-Jughead Jones

A/n:  This is going to be based on a song...so I hope you guys enjoy! And thank you all for the love and support. 

Song: You're not sorry

Written: Taylor Swift

-Samantha

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'All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around, I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down, And it's taken me this long baby, but I've figured you out, And you're thinking we'll be fine again, but not this time around.'

Your POV

I was sitting in my regular booth at Pop's waiting for Jughead to show up. I was getting kind of worried since he's normally earlier than I am. This is not normal behavior for him. He probably lost track of time and didn't realize he did, so I'm praying he gets here before I have to head home.

" Hey Y/n." Pop said

I turned to see him right next to me. I gave him a small smile. " Jug still not here?" he questioned

I sighed and messed with my fingers. I could feel my eyes watering, but didn't want to show it so I quietly told him. " Um, if he comes in can you just tell him I'll see him tomorrow in school?"

He gently put a hand on my shoulder. " Sure, have a nice evening Y/n." he softly said before walking away. I took one last sigh before making my way to my car to head home.

Jughead's POV

I looked up from the paper I was studying over for Betty when I saw the time. My eyes' widened when I saw it was past ten. Betty glanced up in confusion. " Juggie, what's wrong."

I didn't even spare a glance at her since I was rushing to grab my things. " I don't have time Betty. I'm late."

She just sat there, so I spun around. " Betty, I'm sorry, but you have to leave. Not that I don't trust you...I just don't want anyone in my trailer."

She slightly nodded and packed her things. She took her time getting to the door which made me grow annoyed. " Betty, let's go!" She moved faster, when we were both outside I immediately got on my bike to head to Pop's.

Time Skip

I parked and ran inside to find her not there, which made me panic before Pop looked over with a disappointed look. " She told me to tell you she'll see you in school."

I sighed and nodded. I slowly walked to the door to head back to my trailer.

Your POV

'You're looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know, could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold, And you've got your share of secrets, And I'm tired of being last to know, Oh, And now you're asking me to listen, 'Cause it's worked each time before.'

I wasn't paying attention to anyone around me since Jughead still hasn't come talk to me. I felt someone sit next to me, but didn't care to look who it was. I felt a tap on my shoulder so I turned to see Kevin giving me a concerned look. I took out one of my earbuds to listen to him. " Are you okay?"

I smiled to make it look like I'm okay. " Yea, I'm really fine Kev."

I knew he didn't believe me, but he didn't say anything. That's why I like Kevin, he knows when to stop cause he knows I'll talk when I want to.

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I would have normally sat with the group, but since I've been ignoring Jug I'm sitting in the Blue and Gold. I was about to start some homework since I didn't feel like eating a huge lunch, but I saw a familiar notebook. I know it's wrong to snoop, but I want to know what he's been up to. What I saw was shocking it brought tears in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

" Y/n/n?"

I froze from hearing his voice. I didn't know what to do or say. " Um, what are you doing in here?"  he asked

I turned around slowly with the notebook still in my hand. His eyes scanned over me until they dropped to the item in my hand. He started walking closer to me. " Don't come any closer." I said softly

He froze and nodded. " It's not what it seems like. I'm just helping her find her sister okay."

I didn't know what to think. " Are you sure?" I asked unsure

He nodded in response. I pretend to believe his words without him knowing. Before either of us could say anything Betty came in. She had this glow coming from her which only made me not believe his words even more.

" Juggie, you ready to go." She questioned

He turned his head and nodded. " You know I love you right Y/n/n." he said

I smiled and softly said..." I love you too." I watched them both leave and I just knew something was going on.

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'You had me crawling for you, honey, And it never would've gone away, no, you used to shine so bright, but I watch it fade.'

It's been about five weeks since Jug and I went on an actual date. He's been hanging out with Betty which is driving me insane. Ever since Betty asked for his help that's all he ever talks about. I can feel the spark between us failing. Our world is fading while his world is shining with Betty.

" Babe, guess what." he said coming up to my locker

" If this is about Betty, I don't want to hear it, Jug." I said annoyed

I heard him let out a scoff. " What's your problem?"

I just let out a laugh. I felt him glare at me, so I turned to face him. He raised his brow to get me to talk. " You do realize you have a girlfriend right." I stated

He nodded " What does that have to do..." I cut him off. " Which means I don't want to hear about Betty. Hell if you like her that much then date her." I couldn't look at his face anymore so I walked away.

' So you don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone, This is the last straw, There's nothing left to beg for, And you can tell me that you're sorry, But I don't believe you, baby, like I did before, You're not sorry, No, no, oh-oh, You're not sorry, No, no, oh-oh.'

Jughead's POV

I was sitting in the booth at Pop's waiting for the group to show up and all I could think about was Y/n. I couldn't figure out if she wants to talk when she's ready or if she said all that to me because she is done with this whole relationship. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear the bell ring. " Yo, Jug"

I looked up to find Archie sitting right across from me. Before I got a chance to say anything he spoke up. " You alright dude?"

I sighed before saying anything. " Yea, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

I knew he wouldn't believe me, but didn't say anything about it.

Your POV

I was walking up to Pop's when I noticed the whole group sitting in a booth. I took a pause and let out a deep breath. I finally got the courage to walk through the door. " Hey Y/n, what can I do for you?" Pop asked

I smiled while walking up to the counter. " Um, just my regular." He smiled " You got it."

When he disappeared it didn't take long for the group to come up to me. " Y/n/n, it seems like forever since we saw you." Roni said

I turned and smiled. " Sorry Roni." I really do feel bad for ditching them all, but since Jughead wants to get with Betty I've been avoiding the whole group. Before anyone else could say something I heard..." Can we please talk?" Jughead said

I looked over at him. I took a deep breath before following him outside. I was just waiting for him to start talking. He let out a sigh, then ran his hands over his face. " The things you said at school, did you mean any of that?" he asked

I sighed..." Jug, whatever is happening with Betty..." I paused to get my words put together. " It's ruining our relationship. You're spending almost all your time with her where most days you're ditching me."

I didn't really want him to see me cry so I looked down until I heard these words. " I'm sorry." he whispered

I let out a laugh. I looked up at him and told him. " You're not sorry." I turned to go get Pop to put my food in a to go bag, but before that I turned back around with tears falling down my face I stated. " Also Jug, we're done. Enjoy your life with Betty."

I turned back around so I didn't have to see his face.

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 I don't know how sad this will be, but hopefully it's sad enough for you. Request any time. Please enjoy!! 

-Samantha

[diltonsstrangescience]

(Referencing this)

Dilton. This is an intervention.

(Once again I’m improvising. I’ve never seen any of this crazy show.)

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Jughead & Veronica | Think you could take a break from writing the next great American novel...?

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Seven minutes in heaven

Summary: Veronica is dating Archie, Jughead is dating Betty. But who would’ve thought that Jughead could turn Veronica’s eye? Who would’ve thought that the Serpent Kings secret obsession would be the Rich Raven haired girl whose father is trying to destroy his Serpents?

Who knew that seven minutes in a closet with someone could be difficult and the air so thin.

Ship: Jeronica/Vughead

Edit: 2.9k words

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"Because, V, it's an after party." Betty places her hands on Veronica's shoulders, holding onto their eye contact. "Archie and his team just won the last game of the season!" Betty squeals shaking Veronica's shoulders.

"Yeah but Cheryl's throwing it. There are a million other party's going on at this very second that do not have a certain Cheryl Blossom to terrorize it's guests." Veronica says pointedly.

"Yeah, well, this one was the closest with free beer." Archie says passing his girlfriend, Veronica, a red cup.

"I'm going to need something stronger than beer."

"Oh come on! Loosen up! Sure it's Cheryl's house and Cheryl's party, but this is Archies victory." Betty releases veronica and trades V's shoulders for the sleeve of Archies letterman jacket to playfully tug at him, beaming up proudly at him.

"And in a way, V," She drags out the nickname in her lively tone. "It's our party too, we did cheer our bulldogs to victory, did we not?"

"I suppose we did," Veronica sighs beginning to give in, this was clearly a battle she wasn't going to win. They were already here, and Archie deserved to celebrate this moment. She could see how hard he had worked all season to get here, and besides, it was the least she could do.

"I will be right back you guys, I'm gonna go find Jug! He said he'd meet us here but, I haven't seen him." Betty's ponytail was already disappearing into the crowd.

Veronica's heart seemed to stop for three full seconds and start again with a painful swell after hearing Jugheads name. Archie puts his arm around her shoulder.

"And I am going to find something stronger than this disgusting concoction," she gives the liquid in her cup a look of disdain. "find the kitchen with me Archiekins?" Veronica shifts her gaze to meet Archies, forcing her best smile.

"Of course." Archie nods and leans down to give her a quick kiss before beginning their search for the kitchen.

After stepping over spills and empty cups on the floor, pushing through sweaty dancing bodies, and breathing their way through the smoke in the air, Veronica and Archie found their way to the kitchen rather easily. Veronica abandons the warmth of Archie's arm and start searching through the freshly polished mahogany cabinets.

She's made her way through three cabinets, now searching through the back of the bottom cabinet left to the sink when Jugheads voice startles her. Her heart almost slides out of her mouth and onto the wood underneath her when she hits her head, pulling herself out of the cabinet, a bottle of dark substance in hand. When she turns around she doesn't look at him, though she hasn't seen him in two weeks and she would trade oxygen for a glance of even a piece of him. She sneaks her way back into the safety of Archies side while focusing a little too hard on opening the bottle of Bourbon Whisky.

"Betty's told me the two of you have gotten back together, congratulations."

No one except for Veronica can hear the slight condescension in Jugheads tone, no one else knows him well enough to hear it through the music.

"Thanks man." Archie says, kissing the top of Veronica's head. Under Jugheads gaze Archies kiss feels like treason, his arm back around her feels like hot iron, melting into her skin. Veronica stays silent, having gotten the bottle open she takes a swig a few seconds too long.

"This is a party! Why are we just standing here! Let's dance!" Betty screams, breaking the tense silence when the beat of the music changes to something faster, smoother. Betty takes the bottle from Veronica's hand and takes a sip herself. She hands the bottle back to Veronica and leads Jughead to the dance floor, Veronica doesn't look up until she can only see Jugheads back. Her heart feels like it might burst out of her chest when she sees the serpent planted on the back of his jacket.

When did he…?

"What do you say? Should we dance?" Archie looks down at Veronica, drowning out her thoughts about Jughead and his new jacket. .

Veronica smiles, "Of course," She intertwines their fingers and follows after Betty and Jughead, looking at the floor instead of the Jacket.

Veronica leads him out to the dance floor, as close to Jughead and Betty as they can be, the pair already dancing. Veronica's body falls in tune with the music, Archie pulls her in close, his hands on her hips as she rolls into him in time with the beat.

Veronica steals a glance at her blonde best friend and her boyfriend to find Jughead already looking at her. They lock eyes and she feels deaf to the music. As if it were never playing to begin with. The eye contact makes her skin rise with goosebumps, her chest aches at the distance between them. Her eyes travel down the length of him, his tattooed covered throat and hands. Hands resting on Betty's waist.

The sight pulls her back to the surface, the music floods into her senses and makes her head spin with a sudden intensity. She brought the bottle back up to her lips, drinking until it burned the back of her throat while ink-free hands roamed over her dancing body.

Her eyes were still closed and the glass still touched her lips when the bottle was ripped from her grasp, small drops of alcohol falling over her little black dress. Her eyes opened and she glared at the culprit that stole it from her, the reason her heart had been beating funny since the day she walked into Riverdale. Jughead brough the bottle to his lips.

"There you are bulldog!" A voice speaks up from the middle of the pair. Neither Veronica or Jughead had noticed she was standing there.

"Hi, Cheryl." Archie and Veronica's movements slow to stop, as do Betty and Jugheads.

"Great party, Cheryl." Betty perks up from beside Jug.

"Why thank you, fellow Vixen." Cheryl gives Betty a nasty smile, and, if you didn't know Cheryl, you would think she was being kind.

"Come, Join us in seven minutes in heaven. I've saved you all a seat. Two for you, Betty." Cheryl glances briefly over Betty, giving the group a wide red lipped smile.

"No thanks, Cheryl, we're all in relationships and quite frankly I'm not interested in any dieses you might be spreading around." Veronica snaps as the sea of people continues to dance around them.

Cheryl's stare hardens but her conniving smile remains. "As Bulldog and Vixen, your hostess, meaning Moi, insists. What's the matter Betty, still afraid of having a little a fun? You are a Vixen now, just as you've always begged to be, don't you think you should play like one too?"

Betty rolls her eyes, "If we play one round will you shut the hell up?"

"Maybe" Cheryl's voice perks, "Follow me ladies and gentlemen."

With Cheryl front and center the five of them make their way into a quieter part of the house, where the music can be felt in the cushions of Chery's fine leather seats rather than heard through the walls. They all take their seats, Jughead and Betty seated next to one another, across from Veronica and Archie.

Cheryl was circling the group of ten students that also attended Riverdale High. "I think it should be Jughead who goes first. What do you lot think?" Cheryl speaks up from the head of the table, holding an empty glass coca-cola bottle.

"I have a girlfriend." Jughead mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You sit at the table, you play the game." Cheryl's voice is hard. "Does anyone second this?"

Reggie laughs from Veronica's left side. "I do!" his words are slurred with drunken chuckles "It's about time you got some play don't you think? I know little miss perfect over there isn't any fun."

"Shut the hell up Reggie." Jughead glares at the drunken idiot at the end of the couch with a red cup up to his snickering mouth.

"Well there we have it. Jughead. You're up first."

Jugheads eyes flicker to Veronica but she was already staring at him. Her eyes flick up from his full mouth to meet his eyes. Her chest tight, hands trembling slightly around the neck of the bottle in her hand. Cheryl placed the empty bottle in the center of the table and spun it with force. Everyone watched as the bottle spun. Veronica and Jughead the only ones looking away to steal a glance at the other. Neither of them would say it. Where they guiltily hoped the bottle would land. And it did, directly on Veronica.

"Absolutely not." Veronica didn't spare a second to let the words fly from her lips. Though her stomach pulled towards Jughead.

"Spin it again." Jughead demanded, his voice so low it demanded attention from every nerve in Veronica's body but she kept her eyes locked on Cheryl's.

"Rules declare that if you refuse, then the hostess gets to take your turn." She chuckles cynically. "I wouldn't mind if I do."

Veronica wanted to gouge the red heads eyeballs out.

"V, it's okay. I trust you more than I trust that Viper. Besides after this we can get back to the party." Betty speaks up.

"B, No." Veronica shakes her head.

"Betty's right, no matter what your plan is Cheryl, that isn't who they are."

Cheryl smirks deeply, "We'll see." Her voice is fresh poison with certainty. Like she knows something she shouldn't, something Archie and Betty don't.

"It's okay V, I know you would never do that to me." The words cut Veronica wide open, right there on the table she should've bled out every secret, every whisper in the dark. Veronica nodded and stood.

She could do this, she would stand on one side of the closet, and he would stand on the other. For several minutes. She wouldn't even breathe if that’s what it took. She walked towards the coat closet, feeling Jughead close behind her.

When they reached the door, Jughead reached forward from behind her, heat radiating off his body and warming her back, to twist the door open for her.

"Have fun you two," Cheryl taunted as they stepped inside.

Veronica started the timer on her phone the minute the door shut and she stared down at the numbers decreasing with every passing second. Jughead stared at her as she refused to look at him, her face illuminated by her cell phone.

"Fun party." Jughead mumbled.

"Shut up. Don't speak." He could say whatever he wanted, just as long as he were talking to her.

Jughead made a face as if to say 'if you insist' and stood quiet for a moment. Veronica continued to stare at the clock, anything to keep from noticing him. The longer she stared at the clock the longer it seemed to take for each second to pass. His cologne spread into her senses, intoxicating her. She was physically aware of the space he took up in the tight closet, if was as if her skin were a magnet, constantly pulling her in his direction. Their feet were just six inches apart. One step forward and…

"Staring at that won't make the time pass by any quicker." His voice filled the closet again.

"What part of 'don't speak' wasn't clear to you?" Veronica was looking at him now and he had a stupid smirk on his face. She wanted to smack the smirk off his face if only to feel his skin on her palm.

"When did you and Archie get back together."

"When did you become a Serpent?" Veronica bit back.

"What does that matter?"

"It matters and you know it." She gritted, glaring hard into his green eyes.

"Will you love me any less?" he teased, taking a step forward. Veronica takes a step back, trying and failing to keep the distance between them when her back hits the wall and their shoes are touching.

"I don't love you at all now." Her voice strains under the presence of him. Their noses almost touching.

"Is that so?" He chuckles. Low and deep the sounded reaches the depth of her stomach.

"I feel nothing for you." She states, as if trying to command her heart to stop beating so recklessly, trying to command her skin to stop reaching so desperately for him, pulling away from her bones, desperate for a touch from him.

"Nothing?" He repeats.

"No, actually, that would be a lie." Her voice turns ice cold. "Because I hate you." But he sees straight through to her heart, beating almost as hard as his.

Jughead brings his hand up to the side of her neck, his thumb caressing her jaw. Her body tenses in a painful relief, relief that makes her bleed for more than just his hand on the side of her neck.

He pulls her forward so their chests are now flush together, her phone falling from her hands. His hand slowly wraps tightly around her neck. A heat grows in her belly that only he can cause. Their breathing had deepened, trying to keep their composure, her skin ached pleasantly where he held her neck.

"Just one kiss." he whispers, his lips brushing against hers. The feeling makes her joints weak.

"We can't." Veronica struggles to keep her voice firm.

"We shouldn't." Jughead agrees

"Just one kiss." Veronica breathes and Jughead presses his lips against hers, the both of them humming in sweet relief. Their bodies relaxing together at the taste of the other. Jughead's hands move to her waist, holding her in place as he kisses her deeper, their mouths fitting so perfectly together. Jughead kisses her deeply and for what feels like could be the rest of their lives.

Veronica pushes away from the kiss as if it's burned through her skin to her very core and it has. They lock eyes with a hunger burning inside of them. Breathing heavily as if just learning how to do it for the first time. They're silent for a moment, nothing but the sounds of their heavy breathes to fill the space.

"Nobody can know." She states. Jughead nods in agreement. "No one can know."

Veronica puts her hands on his chest, shoving him back into the wall, hungrily reconnecting their lips. Jugheads lips move with hers like they've done this dance since the beginning of time. She slips her hands underneath his shirt and he groans into her mouth when her hands come into contact with his bare, ink covered skin. She's missed tracing the lines of black painted over his skin for months. She couldn't decide where to keep her wandering hands. She needed to touch all of him.

Jugheads hands gripped her thighs and lifted her into the air, dress riding up to her hips as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he spun them so it was her back against the wall. Her hands found his hair while their mouths moved frantically, trying to memorize and savor every taste, every detail, every sound, every touch. Jugheads mouth moved from hers down her jawline and to her neck and she melted into him further. She never knew it was possible for someone to have so much power over her.

As she pushed his Serpent jacket off his body to reveal tattooed arms, he realized that he didn't know how to stay away from this girl. The girl that tasted like honey and sounded even sweeter. He was desperate to never spend another second pretending he didn't need to touch her. He pulled her closer, so close it hurt her but she didn't complain, bodies crushed into one another, it still wasn't enough.

Jughead gripped the skin on her thighs so tightly she was sure it would bruise but she loved the high that came with the pain of being in his grasp. She loved bearing marks that came from him.

The timer on V's phone started to ring and neither of them heard it at first, not until the knocking at the door brought them back to the surface and reality came flooding through the spell they'd been under. A part of Veronica didn't want to care, let them be found tangled in one another, let everything they know and love crash and burn as long as she didn't have to stop breathing him in.

But the better part of her, the part of her that tore open when Betty trusted Veronica coming into this closet in the first place, unwrapped her legs from Jugheads waist. She pushed him away and started searching frantically for her phone. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She cursed, picking the device up and silencing it.

Jughead was behind her, pulling her dress back down to where it was supposed to be when the door opened. Jughead straightened out as the crowd staired at them, Archie and Betty front and center, Jughead and Veronica's hair flustered and out of place, their faces flushed, lips swollen, jacket missing and out of breath.

Veronica's heart broke when she saw the look on Betty's face. "You backstabbing bitch." Betty's voice was small and in pieces.

Betty turned and pushed through the crowd. Archie stood silent for a moment longer, staring hard at Jughead, his jaw clenched. Archie moved to turn and head the same way Betty did. But at the last second he turned back and punched Jughead directly in the face.

[sethcohnn]

jealous veronica lodge ™ (full clip)

[lesbojughead]

people died

[purechaosexceptitsdumb]

imagine !0!

After what felt like years of convincing, your friends had finally dragged you (literally,,,) to the so-called, 'party of the century'. You wouldn't exactly describe yourself as the type, but apparently they would be there. That obviously wasn't the entire reason you were going, you just, suddenly felt the urge to become a party person. You could do that, just for one night at least. How hard could it be?

Well, evidently, you had come to regret that sentiment. Were they really worth you getting all dressed up? What were the odds you'd even see them anyways? It's not like you had a plan either, you knew that step one was 'get dressed and look good', that's always how it goes in movies, but then what? They're supposed to be magically drawn to this hot, new, confident aura you're exuding? This was a stupid idea, you realise, far too late, as you stand in front of a door that looked almost as if it were about to fall off its hinges. It was practically pulsating from the strobing lights and deafening music coming from within, and you wondered if coming tonight was a decision made by your better judgement. It was not.

"Come on! It's gonna be fun, let's go already!"

Before you could consider turning around, you were quickly whisked inside by your friend grabbing you by the arm and yanking you into this booze-filled sweathole from hell. It seemed that every corner you turned, you ran the risk of crashing into stumbling idiots or drunk couples aggressively making out against a nearby wall. Your mind began to wander as you watched the closest couple, their hands roaming across each other, tearing away at each others clothes engulfed in nothing else in the world aside from bodies, their passion and the momentary escape from-

"Hey."

Your eyes are torn from the lovers entwined. You knew that voice. This was seriously cliche, wasn't it? You look up, and make eye contact with them. The stupid grin that never could be quite wiped off their smug face, the annoying way they'd look down at you wordlessly, but the expression telling you everything you needed to know. You looked up, and knew you wanted nothing more than to whack them across the face just to get them to stop smirking at you. But by God, what a face to whack. Before you could raise your hands, or even open your mouth to attempt a retort, you felt cool skin against yours and a hand cup the back of your neck. Widening your eyes at the sudden movement, you glance down at their chest, pressed against yours, before looking up to meet their eyes, staring into your own.

"This isn't your scene."

You look sideways, avoiding eye contact.

"I saw you watching Romeo and Juliet over there too. You only came here for one reason, didn't you?"

They tilt their head expectantly, yet again, you stare anywhere but at them. God.

"Yes, or no?"

They whisper into your ear, and you run through every possible scenario you had imagined this night going. This one seemed like a pretty good alternative to the hellish one you had expected, filled with drunks and wanting to leave yet having to follow around your friends all night. Though, if you went with them, it'd mean giving in. Did you really want to give them the satisfaction of knowing you would so easily just run off with them? That they were well and truly the only reason you were here? Provided they hadn't already figured that out for sure, but you doubted it based on this. Pulling this stunt, in a crowd, where people could see? They knew you wanted them, and you knew you couldn't deny it. You always had to go for the cocky ones, huh.

You look up at them, finally locking eyes, and nod.

[godheadjones]

the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

He sees her, and for a moment all is right. Who cares if she's dead, or if he's risking everything to get her back safely? In this one moment when he sees her for what feels like the first time, everything is perfect. This truly is heaven.

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OR

Tabitha has to sacrifice herself for Riverdale, but Jughead finds a way to bring her back.

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read on ao3

fandom: riverdale

chapters: 1/4

ship: jughead x tabitha (jabitha)

taglist: @jabitha-endgame @imreallytryinghelp @queen-of-the-queers @jabithajates (ask to be added or removed!

[roadkillremi]

DuckTape 1

FP Jones X F!Reader

Masterlist

A/N : This was slightly rushed sorry.. but there's more to come!

Summary: After 5 or so years of dating FP you left due to his downfall. You told Jughead to call if he needed anything. And he called asking for your help with FP... (Reader is the age 25+) ((I might have messed with the plot line, I don't regret it))

Warnings : Mentions drinking, Mentions FPs "side hustles", Language, Angst.

One might had called it a cliche love story. FP fell in love with his neighbor at the trailer park. He'd watch her hang dry her clothes on Sunday mornings. He'd tell Jellybean to go over to get her attention. 5 year old Jellybean walked over pulling on your shirt going.

"My daddy thinks you're pretty.."

You'd blush and look down at the girl. You held her hand walking back to the trailer. FP answered the door with a smile.

"Sorry! Her mom lets her roam around the front yard at her house. And uh I guess she got out...".

"You sent me out here-" Jellybean whispered. FP just looked down and then back at you.

That was the beginning of the tragic love story of you and FP. He didn't make enough money to help out with jughead. You tried to help and eventually just moved in. Jughead became fond of your company. He liked your view on things and your stories. For once it seemed like the Jones had a legit family. But FP started having drinking problems and got in and out of jail. You told him you couldn't stay until he cleaned up his act. That was 8 months ago..

"My dad said he'll give your dad a second chance. But only if FP wants it." Archie looked at Jughead intensely. Jughead shook his head, "he won't listen to me...".

"What about Y/N?" Archie asked softly. Jughead stopped in his tracks and looked at Archie.

"Maybe.". Jughead moved to the side of the hallway. He dialed your number and tapped his foot waiting. Archie watched over his shoulder. Jughead brought the phone to his ear, "Y/N?".

"Hey, Jughead! What's up?". Jughead took a deep breath, "I need your help talking to dad.". It went silent, "About what?".

"Getting a job... Getting his life together. He's been a mess..since you left.". Jughead glanced up at Archie.

"Don't pull a god damn parent trap on me, Jughead." You softly warned. There was a soft laugh, "No. But I know he'll listen to you..".

"Okay. Only this time.".

"thank you..".

Which leads you here, waiting in your parked car in front of FPs trailer. Jughead went in to talk to him, he told you to give him five minutes. You sighed getting out of the car and walking to the door.

"Why not?! Maybe Y/N will come back.. and mom will let jellybean visit.."

It went silent. You knocked on the door putting your hands into your pockets. There was scrambling before FP opened and Jughead watched from the side.

"Y/N..." FP looked at you intensely. He studied you up and down, he moved to the side to let you in.

"Jughead you can go..." You say softly. Jughead nods and leaves slamming the door behind him.

"FP... This place is.. a wreck.." you looked around the living room. The trash and beer bottles flooded the ground. Dishes piled up on the counter, FP looked at you.

"Nice to see you too." He muttered. You sighed, "Jughead sent me. He uh.. wants me to convince you to get the job with Fred.".

"No." FP stared into your eyes and then went to get beer.

"FP. This isn't negotiable. Your son needs you! He can't couch surf!"

FP laughed taking a sip of his beer, "why do you care? You left.". You put your hand on your hip, "Because before... Before that night of fighting... I loved you. And we were happy."

"And broke-" FP fussed.

"All you care about is money!" You argued. You shook your head, "Just get the job. And sober up and.. we can talk about.. us." You stormed out the trailer towards your car. Jughead leaned against your car, "Did it work?".

"Give it an hour." You tried to smile.

You drove back to your apartment which was still south of Riverdale. You sighed as you entered the bare apartment. You dragged yourself to the shower hoping it would clear your mind. The hot water rolled down your body. You wanted to give him another chance. You sighed, grabbing your towel to dry yourself off. You walked into your bedroom and checked your phone. You received a message from Jughead. 'Hey. Dad got the job and we're going out to Pops. You're invited.'

You sighed contemplating your choices, you really did miss FP. You missed the two of you cuddled up on the couch. He'd stroke your hair gently and laugh loudly at the jokes in the movie.

'I'll see you there.'

You sat in the parking lot of Pops. Your heartbeat intensed as you looked at the Diner. You found the courage to go inside and look to find the Andrews and Jones. Jughead waved you over, you smiled waking over.

"Hey. I hope I'm not intruding.." you smile glancing at them.

"Of course not, Y/N!" Fred smiled. Jughead scooted over for you giving you a seat. You sat down in front of FP you looked at him before looking over.

"Wow Archie! You look so grown.. I haven't seen you since you were 13.. 14?". Archie smiled, "Thanks.".

"You're embarrassing him." Jughead joked. Fred cleared his throat, "how have you been, Y/N?".

"Uh.. good. I got an apartment. South of Riverdale..." You nodded, "I got a job at a mechanic shop.".

"wow that's great!" Fred smiled.

"Yeah. Real great" FP said looking at you. You glanced at him, "Well you already knew that.. didn't you, FP.". The two of you stared at each other for a moment.

"But jughead called me. He said he wanted me to give FP a talking to. Since he's stubborn as a bull." You smiled. Fred laughed, "You're telling me!".

"so uh, Jugs? Do you still write?" You looked over at him. FP leaned forward, "Yeah! You always were reading a book or typing away!".

"Like that time he took my laptop! He wrote tons of stories on it. And he felt so bad when I found out.".

"Yeah I remember that...". FP studies you.

"He writes for the school paper with Betty." Archie smiled slightly. FP leaned forward, "Betty?" he started tapping on the table.

"Whose Betty?" He asked, "your girlfriend?". Jughead went silent, you gently rubbed his back.

"Don't pry, FP.". Jughead cleared his throat, "Y/N do you still play the drums?". You looked down, "It's been a good while but yeah.".

"You know we have a drum set at our house.. why don't you guys come over for a jam session?" Archie asked. You looked up at FP, "Sure.. why not?". FP grinned, you looked down at the table.

"Y/N do you want anything?" Fred offered. You shook your head, "Oh, No.. I shouldn't-".

"Get her a banana milkshake and she'll be your best friend." FP teased.

"Banana milkshake?" Jughead asked looking at you. You sighed, "It's my favorite milkshake. When I was little on Fridays my mom would let me get a milkshake. But only if I got a decent grade in my test. And so banana is my favorite and i never tried any other flavor.".

"what a touching... Odd story" Jughead grinned.

"Hey, uh Pops?!" FP called. Pops looked up from the counter, "Can you get us a banana milkshake?". Pops nodded, you glared at FP.

"What was that?!" You fussed as you walked towards your car. FP followed you, "A peace offering.". You turned around, "A milkshake is a peace offering for putting a snake in my apartment?!". FP sighed, "I was drunk...".

"As always.." you muttered. He sighed, "I.. I'm driving to Archie's for that jam session. Do you need a ride?". You shook your head, "No.. I can drive myself..".

You all jammed out in Archie's garage. After FP put the guitar down, "You're way better than your dad, Archie.". FP then looked at you, "You were great as always, Y/N."

"Very sweet of you." You say looking at the drum sticks. Archie stood up, "No, you're really good! Do you think I can record you uh playing for some of my songs?". You shrugged, "Sure!". FP walked over to the cooler, "Does your dad keep beer in here?". You tensed up and looked up at Jughead.

"Uh, it's getting late dad.. don't you think?"

FP glanced at you, "Yeah probably.". You started to relax again, "Mr.Jones? What happened between you and my dad?". You glanced over at FP, Jughead whispered to Archie. You closed your eyes bracing yourself.

"Uh.. Me and your dad started Andrews construction. But he wouldn't say we were partners."

"here we go." You mumbled. FP glared at you, "We were broke and i needed some jobs. And those jobs got me in hot water.".

"FP." You warned. He kept complaining about his past, you put your face in your hands. You tried to tune him out but failed.

"FP! Stop!" You yelled. He looked over at you, "You have no one to blame but yourself.". FP took a sip of his flask as a response. You stood up, "Archie it's been great but I think we over stayed our welcome.". FP nods, "Agreed.".

You and Jughead carried him into the trailer. You both laid him down on the couch.

"I got it from here, Jugs." You smile. He nods before leaving, FP sat up lazily.

"Y/N..." You sat down on the edge of the couch. He drank himself to waste in the drive back to his trailer. You sighed and started to help him take off his shoes.

"FP.."

"I'm gonna fix it.... Us.. me.." he mumbled. You glanced at him, "Are you staying?... Please stay.". You sigh, "I don't know.".

"I'll sleep on the couch..". You looked at him, "Jellybean called me the other day..". He looked up at you, "what'd she say?".

"She uh... She misses our game nights.." you softly said. Tears built up in your eyes, "She.. said she wants us to get back together. So her mom will let her spend the night.". FP sat up a bit, "She says she misses our playlists in the car. And she still listens to Pink Floyd." You wiped your tears away. FP just stared at you, you sniffled softly.

"Remember how... You'd cheat in Monopoly?" You smiled. FP nodded, "Yeah..".

"It made Jughead so mad..." You laughed softly. FP smiled, "I.. I miss you..". You looked at him, "You're drunk.".

"I.." he sighed and leaned to the side on the couch.

"I really miss you... You made our family complete.." he dozed off. You stiffened, "our family.". You stood up, "Night FP.".

You left the trailer, Jughead stood by the trailer waiting. You glanced at him, "Good try. Not happening.". You walked towards your car, "Y/N.. I'm not saying what he did was right. But.. he said he's gonna try.".

"I told you no parent trap shit, Jughead.". You said unlocking your car door. Jughead stood there, "So you're leaving?! What about me?".

"Jughead.. I'm not your mom..." You softly say. He tensed up, "But you're the closest thing to a mom I have!". You glanced over, "Jughead.. FP.. he's a mess.".

"You think I don't know that!"

"I'll talk to him tomorrow when he's somehow sober." You sighed.

[viennafantasies]

𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for

Outer Banks: jj maybank, rafe cameron, john b routledge

The Vampire Diaries: damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, kai parker, kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, jeremy gilbert, enzo st john

Pretty Little Liars: toby cavanaugh, caleb rivers, Jason dilaurentis

Glee: santana lopez & sam evans

Once Upon A Time: killian jones & peter pan

Brooklyn Nine Nine: jake peralta

Gossip Girl: chuck bass & nate archibald (for now)

Riverdale: archie andrews & jughead jones

The Office: luke cooper & jim halpert

Stranger Things: steve harrington & billy hargrove

Cobra Kai: miguel diaz, robbie keene & hawk aka: eli horowitz

The X Files: fox mulder

American Horror Story: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer

Pen15: dustin long, brandt

Outnumbered: jake

Marvel: loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker

DC: bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, joker

Hunger Games: finnick odair & peter malarky, ps. I haven't done cornelius bc I haven't watched the new movie :)

Harry Potter: ron weasley, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, theodore nott, lucian bole, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black

Note: Let me know if you want any poly, my requests will be open by tomorrow. You can request whatever you want but it has to be x reader. I don't mind writing anything but be careful with warnings. I hope you have a great day!! mwah :) ps. tell me if you want fluff, smut or angst. I don't know how to do smut that well but I will try!

cba to do tags

still did it ...

[pileofboneswrites]

THINGS ARE DIFFERENT.

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

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

WORD COUNT — 9.6k

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

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

MASTERLIST | RIVERDALE

YOU.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"but you're not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no clue," you reply truthfully.

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

"how many cups a day are you drinking?"

"two," you reply, no hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

"good morning ethel, how was your weekend?"

"it was good, how was yours?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sweetheart?" he prompts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SWEETPEA.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YOU.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"dad?"

"yeah kiddo?"

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

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

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

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

"do you know what triggered it?"

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

"you puked?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i love you too - sweet pea

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

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

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

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

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

"i—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you turn to leave, hesitanting in the doorway.

"reg?"

"yeah?"

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

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

entry 1: may 16th

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

entry 2: may 19th

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

entry 3: may 20th

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

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

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

entry 4: june 21st

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

entry 5: june 30th

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

entry 6: july 1st

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

entry 7: august 15th

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

entry 8: august 17th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

[elizacinnamon]

Do you wish barchie had dated at some point between seasons 1-4? Part of me wishes we got to see it but another part of me thinks that after the time jump was always the right time. I think the problem was bughead should have ended a lot sooner and varchie would end up together as default because Archie can’t be single because that made him a threat to bughead. The fact Archie or Betty being single was an immediate threat to bughead and varchie but Jughead and Veronica being single was never a threat to barchie was very telling.

No, I answered this semi-recently but I wouldn’t. I *would* have wanted more angst, pining, conversations, build up, friendship scenes etc. I really wish we had stuff like follow up from their kiss in Season 2. And maybe more sneaking around/illicit affairs in Season 4. But Barchie’s slowburn (even if neglected for entire seasons lol) is one of the main reasons I simply love them.

But I agree Bughead was the major thing that held them back pre-time jump. I always say Archie/Betty/Jughead were the real love triangle of the show as opposed to the classic one. I mean, Archie was 100% ready to throw his relationship with Veronica away for Betty in 4x18 but she was the one not ready (hadn’t processed she was falling out of love with Jughead yet). And if you want to go back even further, Veronica and Archie just kind of got together as default in the end of Season 1 but Archie still literally puts out feelers to Betty/suggests he thought it would be them first. Yikes.

[doctorcurdlejr]

ultimately nobody is allowed to escape Riverdale, and every act to escape the town will result in retaliation from the town itself. It doesn't exist without its characters and it needs them to play out their stories, over and over and over again. Once the characters have been utterly broken by the town's inescapable nature all that can be done is wipe them clean and start a new series of echoes. They are doomed to an eternity of teenage angst that began with and is defined by the first time each character hit the page of the comics. The only way to escape is a self-awareness of narrative and a willingness to sacrifice a part of the self to the town so that it can be sustained in absence. But existing outside of the narrative also means a kind of death for a self-aware character, so even when they began to escape the town Jughead refuses to let the story end until the town can take control and wipe them clean again. So no, they can't leave the 50s, not really, because they were always there in the first place.

[circlemidnight]

Ras losing it and throwing every crackship at the wall because everyone else hates him and wont stop whining about their canon ships.

jeronicas:

[devilish-blue]

~Devilish Smoke Shoppe~

Hi you smokin' pervs, i'm Devilish or Blue, and i am here to fulfill whatever horny, angsty, or fluffy needs you have. Everything you guys are about to see is everything i will do, so eat your guys' gross little hearts out <33

Fandoms/Things i will write:

Anime's:

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Kiba Inuzuka

Kakashi Hatake

Gaara

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Sai

Asuma Sarutobi

Tsunade Senju

Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Hinata Hyuga

Temari

TenTen

Haikyuu:

Karasuno:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Nishinoya Yu

Koshi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura

Asahi Azumane

Kiyoko Shimizu

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa Tooru

Iwazumi Hajime

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

Nekoma:

Lev Haiba

Sō Inuoka

Kenma Kozume

Taketora Yamamoto

Morisuke Yaku

Tetsuro Kuroo

Shiratorizawa:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Tsutomu Goshiki

Satori Tendō

Eita Semi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Fukurodani:

Haruki Komi

Akinori Konoha

Keiji Akashi

Kōtarō Bokuto

Inarizaki:

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

Suna Rintaro

Aran Ojiro

Shinsuke Kita

Misc.:

Keishin Ukai

Ittetsu Takeda

Kiyoomi Sakusa

TV Shows:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Cobra Kai:

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri Alexpoulos

Tory Nichols

Samantha LaRusso

Riverdale:

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Toni Topaz

Cheryl Blossom

South Park (Aged up (COLLEGE) and/or Post Covid!):

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Eric Cartman

Tolkien Black

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Big Mouth:

Judd Birch

Human Resources:

Maury Beverley

Connie LaCienega

Emmy Fairfax

Rochelle Hillhurst

Mona

Pete Doheny

Youtubers/Streamers:

Youtubers:

Sam and Colby

Markiplier

CoryXKenshin

EddieVR

JuicyFruitSnacks

JoshDub

Mully

YourNarrator

Streamers:

Quackity

Jschlatt

Sapnap

KarlJacobs

Slimecicle

Foolishgamers

Horror Characters:

Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Laughing Jack

My Do's And Don'ts:

Do's:

Kinks

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Don'ts:

Spam me

Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.

Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.

OKAY so now that you guys know everything, basically, you can request it because i honestly can't think of anything on my own. ALSO i am looking to do commissions, if you are interested then please let me know <33 Smoke your pervy little hearts out <33