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pileofboneswrites · 2 months ago

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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,"

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obsessive-clown · 5 months ago

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I’m sorry but just imagine Art the Clown with a person/partner who is neurodivergent and usually ALWAYS hyperactive and energetic.

Like, when he pops into their house randomly for fun to visit them because they’ve established some sort of weird alliance through unsettling glances and slow blinking, they’re always pinging and bouncing around the room, going 90 to nothing. And then he decides to stay the night one time and BOOM he witnesses a random burnout/exhaustion episode and just thinks his silly person is BROKEN.

(I made this doodle of art and my sona this morning, this was originally going to be an ask but I got anxious 💚)

He needs to take them to the repair shop, obviously SOMETHING malfunctioned!!

#terrifier art the clown #art the clown terrifier #art the clown x you #art the clown x reader #neurodiverse stuff #he’s just so silly I love him #i can’t get them out of my head #that clown is literally LODGED in my brain save me #art the clown #terrifier fluff #terrifier x reader #terrifier 2 #terrifier art #stupid doodles #doodles #y/n x slasher #slasher x you

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edsheeranong · 11 months ago

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sweet pea x fem oc

A/N- i've never written before and idk if anyone will even see this but pls be nice. i've also not really watched riverdale in many years so i'm trying to piece things together but it won't follow the plot very well.

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

"andrews," an unfamiliar voice called out. delilah hummed in response, not bothering to look who it was and instead continued piling notebooks out of her locker. "i hear your brother doesn't like you dating, he goes around and tells everyone not to go near you, 'or else'" the boy said.

"can i help you with something or...?" delilah said, closing her locker and looking at the boy.

"sweet pea," he extended his hand out to her. she readjusted the stack of book in her hands to shake his. "i've got a proposition for you," he stated.

"look, you wouldn't be the first boy to think he can get with me without my brother finding out," she started walking and followed her. "it never ends well."

"i think i can handle him," he stated. she turned to look at him and realized he had a point. he was incredibly tall and muscular. "but anyway that's not what i'm suggesting," he pulled her into an alcove. "i hate your brother, he thinks he's the shit and he keeps messing with southsiders."

"why are you telling me this?" she cut him off.

"i think we can help each other out," he said, resulting in a raised eyebrow from the girl. "you hate him for controlling you, i just hate him."

"okay, i don't hate my brother," she said.

"but you're fed up with him telling everyone not to go out with you?" he asked, and she sighed and murmured in agreement. "i'm suggesting a little revenge."

"why me?" she asked, he was getting annoyed at how she kept interrupting him.

"i'm probably the person your brother hates most, at least at this school. and i hate your brother so much, being with his sister would just kill him," he explained.

"'with' as in..." she said.

"dating," he clarified.

"let me get this straight, you want me to fake date you so you can get back at my brother for being a dick and i can get back at him for controlling my love life?"

"yep, pretty much," he shrugged.

"i'm still confused," she admitted. "if we're not actually together, you're not really getting back at him."

"if he believes we're together, then it's like i took something from him. he tries so hard to keep you away from guys, and his number one enemy being the one you defy him for. it'll make him go crazy."

"it'll make things worse, he's only gonna harass you more," delilah pointed out.

"once again, i can deal with him," he said. "just think about it," he walked away, leaving her to think.

she walked home alone and really thought about his proposal. she was fully on board with showing archie he couldn't control her, but she was scared of what he would do to sweet pea. it was all she thought about that entire night and she decided she just needed to sleep on it.

the entire next day she kept trying to find a time to talk to him but he was always with someone.

she was about to take it as a sign but as she was leaving school, she turned the corner and ran right into him. he grabbed her arm to stabilize her and raised his eyebrows at her.

"so?" he asked.

"i'm down," she told him. he smirked at her and they started walking. he led her to the back of the school where his bike was. he handed her his helmet and she hesitated before taking it.

"well it would be bad manners not to drive my girl home," he said, noticing her confused expression.

"okay hold up," she said as he mounted the bike. "i think we need to have a conversation about this."

"what is there to talk about?"

"uh, i don't know. how long are we gonna do this for?" she sat down on the ledge in front of him.

"until we decide we've had enough," he said.

"okay... how is this... gonna work?" she asked and he pondered for a moment.

"well, we should make sure archie sees us together, obviously. but we gotta keep this act up around other people too," he pulled his leg off his bike and stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her knees and spreading them so he could stand between them.

Sweet pea took the moment of silence to take a good look at her. he had seen her around school, of course, but it was always from a distance. her hair was usually messy, due to the loose curls in it.

but looking at her up close was different. her eyes were bright green and her skin was almost sickly pale. she had freckles littered about her face. she was a lot to take in.

it shocked him how different she looked from her twin brother. he had bright red hair and dark eyes but her hair was pitch black and piercing green eyes.

"okay," she managed to finally get out. "i have some rules though."

"rules?" he threw his head back. "i don't really do rules."

"we get it, you're a bad boy," she rolled her eyes at him. "and yes i have rules. number one, we keep my dad out of this. he's been through a lot recently and i don't want to stress him out more," she waited for a sign be understood and when he nodded his head she continued. "number two, nothing too physical. i've never had a boyfriend before and i don't want all my firsts to be wasted on a boy-"

"like me?" he cut her off. "a serpent? a southsider?"

"who isn't actually my boyfriend," she finished, clearly annoyed.

"fine, but nobodies going to believe we're dating if i can't kiss you," he pointed out.

"you can kiss me, but i'm not doing anything more," she told him. "number three, you can't tell anyone this isn't real. if it got back to archie, neither of us would live to see another day."

"my lips are sealed," he said. "now if that's all..." he picked her up by her waist and gently placed her on the ground. "i think it's time we set the plan in motion," he gestured toward his bike.

"sure, but archie won't be home," she said as he placed the helmet on her head and messed with the straps.

"where will he be?" he got back on his bike and patted the space behind him.

"him and veronica go to pops every friday after school," she explained, carefully climbing on the bike. he grabbed her arms and placed them around his torso.

"then i guess i know where we're going," he started his bike. "hold on tight."

#riverdale #sweet pea #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale fic #archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #fanfic #fanfiction #southside #southside serpents #northside #to all the boys i've loved before #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea riverdale

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averycutesalamander · 2 months ago

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alpha boothill yearning after beta reader... it's driving him up the fucking WALL because he can't tell if you earnestly have no idea that he wants you or if you're trying to dissuade him by acting oblivious. you're sweet and earnest and kind and soft in all the ways he isn't, and he'd have to be deaf, blind, and stupid not to like you. the two of you are an impeccable duo, and you balance each other perfectly; you know when to calm him down on missions, and he knows when to rile you up for a fight.

he likes you. really, really likes you. he's not subtle about it, either - and he's pretty sure just about everybody knows it the moment they lay eyes on the two of you in the same room.

everybody but you.

to be blunt, he really doesn't give a damn that you're a beta; it makes no difference to him. you're funny and witty and you smell like home, and that's all that matters. or, well - it wouldn't make a difference if you weren't so fucking oblivious.

on some days, he's convinced that you're just playing dumb - that you're teasing him just like you always do. on other days, he has to wonder if you really, seriously have no idea.

you touch him so nonchalantly that he can't tell if you're trying to tempt him or if you're just being casually physical. you badger him about his safety every time he does something obscenely reckless, like he wasn't literally made for war. you tease him and taunt him and play along with him in a way that he swears is flirting, but every time he flirts back, you just laugh it off like he's joking.

he needs help with a repair one day and you nonchalantly offer to give him a hand, but he just makes the damage worse because his hands are shaking so badly from your proximity. and then you say "alright, just tell me what I need to fix." and he enters a brand new circle of hell because you're leaning so close and you smell so good and your hands are so gentle and he just has to grit his teeth because he's STILL NOT SURE IF YOU EVEN LIKE HIM??

meanwhile you're losing YOUR mind because you were raised in a family of betas and you have no clue what the hell is happening. you know his scent changes when you're around in a way that it never does around anyone else, and you can't figure out why. you ask an omega friend about it, and they immediately claim that he's into you, but you swear that he's so unbelievably out of your league that the idea of him liking you like that is laughable. actually, no - he's not just out of your league; he's playing a whole different game.

that doesn't stop you from hoping, though.

you try to flirt physically in that way that you've seen omegas do, but he always freezes up, and you can't tell if he's flustered or if he's trying to figure out how to dodge your advances. he's absurdly protective of you, and you aren't sure if that's just an alpha thing or if it means something more. you try to flirt with him like a beta, with all the teasing and whatnot, and while he does reciprocate, you can't be certain that he's not just playing along for your sake, so you always end up playing it off as something friendly.

the two of you are scouting on an arctic planet for what you thought was going to be a brief stint, but you end up staying longer than expected. you were smart enough to bring your winter gear, but you did away with your scarf, convinced that you wouldn't need it for such a short trip. the cold starts biting into you just a bit too harshly, stinging your cheeks, and suddenly he's unclipping his cape and slinging it around your shoulders, avoiding eye contact and mumbling something about how he "can't have ya gettin' sick." you're completely baffled, but that doesn't stop you from curling the fabric against your face, and fuck, he smells so good it should be illegal.

you always hear people describe omegas as the ones that smell sweet, but you could swear he's sweeter than honey - but it's only ever around you, and that doesn't make any fucking sense.

you've done way more reading on alphas than you ever thought you'd need and you STILL can't get a straight answer on any of this, because there are apparently a million reasons that an alpha's scent can change around particular people. and apparently people that undergo body modifications like him can have their scents altered or removed completely? so maybe it means nothing actually?

yeah. yeah, it probably means nothing. it's hysterical that you're even entertaining this line of thought when you aren't even an omega. why would an alpha as tough as him settle for a beta? ridiculous. delusional, even.

and then one day you get a call from him out of the blue. you pick up, expecting to be graced with yet another thirty minute rant about some IPC moron he just killed-

only to be met with the rumble of his voice, dark and tempting and rich, panting and moaning your name with an unmistakable desperation.

turns out that he just entered his first rut since his body was replaced - which he didn't even think was possible anymore - and he couldn't think of anyone to call other than you.

or, perhaps more accurately - he didn't want to call anyone other than you.

#sal.drabbles #cw omegaverse #🥛 anon i hope you're happy. this has been lodged in my brain for weeks #also to the perfume anon #why is he so. uughifgjgghhhhhh ggdvvh #two idiots flirting and mutual pining are some of my favorite tropes #JUST KISS ALREADY. GOD #x reader #reader insert

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The Yule Lodge - Part One

A PEDROSTORIES SECRET SANTA GIFT FIC

A/N: As always, a big thank you to the moderators of @pedrostories for organizing this event! It's always a lot of fun and definitely helps put me in the holiday spirit every year. I can't wait to see what others have created for this event! This story kind of completely ran away from me, so as you can see, this is only the beginning. I hope my fic recipient doesn't mind, but it's looking like a three part story, which I'm aiming to get the rest of posted within the next few days. Now, if you'll all suspend disbelief with me, there's a very exclusive, high-end Bed & Breakfast I'd like you all to visit...

Gift Tag: SURPRISE @covetyou ! I was your Secret Santa for the Pedrostories gift swap! You gave me so many great prompts and ideas to run with, but the ones that stuck out most to me were "Magic is real" and "chaotic meet cute". Out of the characters that you listed, Ezra and Dieter seemed like likely candidates, and that's where my top secret anonymous ask where I made you choose emojis with no context came into play. You (blindly) choose Dieter, and I am so glad that you did because I have been having a blast writing this for you and I truly hope that you enjoy it! Wishing you a very Merry Christmas, the happiest of holiday seasons and only the best in the New Year, lovely!!

Warnings: brief mention of infidelity (not Dieter or Reader!) cannabis consumption, I think that's it for now ;)

Word Count: 5,416

Summary: Last minute holiday travel plans sure can be chaotic sometimes. In some cases, it can even seem as though there is some kind of supernatural intervention going on. But that's crazy... Right?

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Wherever the fuck here is.

As the cab pulled up to its destination, Dieter rolled his forehead against the rear passenger side window to get a better view of the place, ignoring the way that the chill from the glass sunk into his skin. His eyes narrowed, then blinked wide as he took in the Dickensian looking Bed and Breakfast.

Well it’s sure as shit not the Savoy.

That was where he was supposed to be staying. That was where he had asked Cori, his assistant, to book him a suite from the 23rd to the 26th. That was where he had been planning to spend his Christmas, sprawled in a king sized bed wearing baggy pajama pants, devouring snowflake shaped THC infused sugar cookies, watching old movies and ordering room service until the holiday was good and over. Just like he’d done almost every year for the previous two decades.

And to her credit, Cori had booked him that suite. She’d done it months ago, when she made the travel arrangements for the press tour that had brought him to London in the first place. He was there to promote Getaway Man - the must see action-thriller that was set to open worldwide on Christmas Day, and that was already receiving Oscar buzz - with two of his co-stars. They had both gone straight to the airport following the final round of interviews, though, anxious and eager to get back home in time for holiday celebrations with their families. But Dieter had planned to do just the opposite from the get go, so all he had to do was check out of one hotel, travel a few blocks, and check into another one. Cori had sent him receipts along with his itinerary, and his stay at the Savoy had been on both of them.

It wasn’t a booking issue that caused the last minute switcharoo. Or, rather, it wasn’t an issue with the room that Dieter had booked. It actually had to do with another guest’s reservation - his ex-wife’s. Or, rather (again), it had to do with a reservation made by Anika’s new husband, fellow actor Mark Atlas.

And people say my last name is bullshit.

Anyway, apparently Mark found out that Dieter was going to be staying at the Savoy while he and Anika were also going to be there, and promptly threw a Hollywood sized hissy fit about the “optics” of the three of them spending Christmas under the same roof. Something about “not wanting to put Anika through the ordeal of being around Dieter.” As though he was the one who had shocked her by asking for the divorce.

As though I was the one who cheated.

It was far more likely that Map Man was worried about his sweet, innocent wife “accidentally” bumping into Dieter under the mistletoe in the middle of the night, than he was about putting her through anything.

And for the record, even if she had tumbled into Dieter’s lap wearing nothing but a couple of strategically placed Christmas ribbons, he wouldn’t have done a damn thing about it. He wasn’t like Mark. He didn’t need - or want - to fuck someone else’s wife.

No. This had nothing to do with Atlas looking out for Anika, and Dieter knew it. This was about Hollywood’s new favorite golden boy snapping his fingers and getting what he wanted at Dieter’s expense. Dieter’s body of work since the Cliff Beasts fiasco may have been award worthy, his performances lauded by critics and fans alike. But Mark Atlas had just signed on to a six movie deal in a superhero franchise that already had comic cons selling out despite the fact that he hadn’t been announced to the panel yet. The first film in the series hadn’t even been released but McDonald’s already had the fucking action figures in their goddamn happy meals.

In short, Atlas was the bigger, shinier, more family friendly name at the moment. And in show business, the moment was all that mattered.

So even though Dieter had checked into his room at the Savoy earlier that day without issue, and despite the fact that he’d already changed into his baggiest pair of pajama pants and shaggy green robe, the call from the front desk still came. It wasn’t a demand that he leave. It wasn’t even really a suggestion. The manager had simply stated that another guest expressed concern over the “possibility of a negative encounter with Dieter”, and asked if he would like to cancel his stay for a full refund, plus a complimentary three night stay at a time of his choosing.

Good to know I’m still shiny enough that they didn’t want to piss me off entirely.

He didn’t need to bother asking the manager which guest had expressed that particular concern. There was only one person Dieter could think of who both held that kind of sway, and disliked him enough to purposely derail his holiday. He knew it was Mark.

Even though I have no idea why that fucker hates me so damn much. He fucking won.

Though the thought of spitefully refusing to leave just to screw with Atlas was tempting, Dieter just wasn’t in the mood for a big dramatic debacle. And even though it hurt to know that Anika was seemingly fine with Mark’s treatment of him, he didn’t want to give in and invite the negative encounter that Mark was setting him up for.

Instead, he told the manager that he’d check out as soon as he found a new hotel, and took the man up on the offer for a future stay. He then promptly texted Cori to fill her in on everything and crossed his fingers in hopes that she had some secret backup options up her sleeve. The fact that it was mere hours away from Christmas Eve in one of the world’s busiest cities made it a tall order, and he was aware of that. But Cori had proven time and time again that tall orders were her specialty, so Dieter was cautiously hopeful.

When his phone rang in his hand a few minutes later, he ceased his pacing to answer it.

“Cori?” He plopped down on the edge of the bed as he spoke, hardly holding back a groan at how goddamn comfortable the mattress was. Can’t believe I don’t even get to sleep on it. “Please tell me you found something else.” He flopped all the way back, sinking into the down-filled duvet. Oh, fuck you, Mark. “I really don’t want to have to come back to-“

“Actually,” an unfamiliar female voice cut him off. “My name is Ivy, Mr. Bravo. I work for Cori. She asked me to handle finding you a new place to stay since she flew home yesterday to be at her son’s-“

“School holiday show.” Dieter mumbled, covering his eyes and scrubbing his hand back over his forehead and into his hair. Fuck, I knew that. “Yeah, that’s right, she told me.”

It had come up a few times as the press tour was winding down, the woman clearly looking forward to being able to be there for her kid’s performance. Though that kind of life was about as far from his own as he could imagine, Dieter admired the way that Cori prioritized being present for her kids as much as possible. He knew that being with her family made her happy, so he was glad that that’s where she was. But wait…

“Hang on.” Dieter propped himself up on one elbow. “I didn’t know Cori had anyone working for her.” She’d been his assistant for over ten years, and he never once heard her mention the name Ivy. Not that she wouldn’t need help. I’m not always the easiest.

She let out a silver-bell laugh, the sound high and tingling. “Well that’s because I’m good at what I do, and so is Cori. Usually I get to stay behind the scenes, but this was a-”

“A clusterfuck?” Dieter supplied, slumping back down again.

“I was going to say a special case.” She laughed again. “Trust me, I’ve seen fuckier clusters.”

He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to make him feel better or not, nor was he sure if it actually did. Switching the phone to speaker and laying it on his chest, he crossed both arms over his eyes. “Does that mean you have a backup place for me?” He crossed his fingers as he waited for her response.

“It does, Mr. Bravo, I-”

“You can just call me Dieter, Ivy. Actually, please just call me Dieter. And-” Her words clicked then, and he bolted up to both elbows, sending his phone sliding down to his stomach. “Wait, did you say yes?”

“I did,” Ivy confirmed. Fuck yeah! “But it’s a little unconventional.”

Dieter sat all the way up, reaching for his phone before it could fall between his legs and down to the floor. Lifting it level with his mouth, he cocked his head to the side. “What does that mean?”

Ivy cleared her throat. “It’s not a hotel, per say.” Okay… “More like a high end, exclusive bed and breakfast. And technically it’s just outside the city.”

Dieter grimaced, clunking the edge of his phone to his forehead. A bed and breakfast? Like… With other people? And shared common rooms and… He considered his other option - flying back to L.A. and going home to his empty house - and the grimace deepened. “How exclusive is exclusive?”

“Pretty private. The place is an old Victorian mansion. It accommodates guests in four suites, but I was told that only one other room is booked at the moment.”

He sighed, bringing his phone back down to his lips. I guess this is the best I can hope for. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Ivy questioned. “Does that mean I should go ahead and call them?”

Dieter dropped his phone into the fluffy bedding beside him. “Yes. Please.” He stood, rubbing at one eye. “And can you also call me a car? I don’t-”

“Of course,” she answered. “Consider it done.”

“Great.” It was far from great, but it would have to do. “I really appreciate it, Ivy.” That part was 100% true.

“My pleasure! I’ll go ahead and communicate with the Savoy staff, too, that way everyone is on the same page. Oh, and I’ll update Cori, of course.”

“Perfect.” Again, it wasn’t. Perfect was the thread count of the sheets he was leaving behind. Perfect was the five-star service he wouldn’t be receiving. Perfect was the way the champagne chiller always had ice in it and the towels were always warm and fluffy. But it beats the shit out of going home. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Hopefully you won’t need me again, so I’ll wish you a Merry Christmas now.”

“Um, yeah.” Dieter sniffed. “Yeah, Merry Christmas. I’ll uh…” He raised his arms and then dropped them to his sides. “I’ll try not to offend the other guest with my presence so I won’t have to bother you again.”

“Never a bother, Dieter. I’m always happy to help when you need it.”

With that, she ended the call, and Dieter was left to gather his things and wait for the car to come pick him up and bring him to the secret, backup, break-in-case-of-clusterfuck location that Ivy had procured for him.

Looking up at the place once he arrived and got out of the car, Dieter really wished he’d asked her a few more questions before telling her to make the call.

Snowflakes fell slowly through the air as he stood there in his pajama pants with his thick, plush brown fleece pulled over his robe and his bag slung over his shoulder, staring at the sign affixed to the side of the building. “The Yule Lodge”, he read aloud, rolling his eyes at the stylized flame surrounding the name of the B&B, an obvious play on words. “Shit, that’s cheesy.”

The building itself looked as though it only existed at Christmastime - the cornices catching the fresh snow in picture perfect banks, the candles illuminating the windows like something off a holiday card, garlands of greenery wrapped around the porch railing and draped over the doorway. So if any place was going to have a name that stunk of cheddar, he figured this was the one. I mean… He tilted his head to take the sight in. It’s festive as fuck, that’s for sure.

Not that that part mattered. He still planned to spend the next few days sprawled out like a starfish in bed, waiting out the holiday. Even if it means doing it here.

He turned to wave a thanks to the driver who had dropped him off, only to find that the car was gone. Huh? That’s weird, I didn’t hear the tires… He shrugged. Whatever. He’d already had one of the snowflake cookies before the whole Mark Atlas shitstorm started, so he chalked missing the car driving away up to that kicking in and giving him tunnel vision for the building’s campy signage.

With a sigh that turned into a visible white puff in the chilly air, Dieter climbed the two small steps and reached for the door handle. Alright. Here we go. Combing one hand through his hair, he shook the snow from his curls, stepped inside, and looked around. Oh, holy shit.

The B&B’s cheery exterior had nothing on the inside.

Wreaths, garlands, and sprigs of greenery adorned walls, windows, railings and the carved, wooden mantel of a roaring fireplace that spread a warm, golden glow throughout the whole space. Deep red velvet ribbons added lush pops of color, as did the gilded candlesticks atop the mantel. A bowl of clove-studded oranges sat as the centerpiece of the coffee table in front of the fire, and the smell of spice and citrus wafted through the air to fully warm his senses.

To top it all off, a towering spruce tree stood in the corner of the room, lit by dozens of lights that were made to look like candles. Bows and baubles dressed the evergreen’s branches to elegant but cozy perfection. In a way, it was difficult to imagine what the room would look like - or feel like - without all the holiday decorations.

He may have been trying to avoid acknowledging Christmas as much as possible, but Dieter couldn’t help but admit that the staff there had outdone themselves. It was fucking beautiful. If you’re into that kinda thing.

“Welcome to the Yule Lodge, Mr. Bravo.”

Suddenly, a voice greeted him from somewhere to his left, making him jump and turn towards the sound. What? Who said tha- Oh. He’d been too distracted by the elaborate decorations to realize that he’d walked straight past the front desk and the smiling woman standing behind it. Right. I need to check in.

Clearing his throat, he crossed the room to stand in front of the desk. “Um, thanks-” He glanced down at the golden nameplate that was pinned to the woman’s green cardigan. “-Laurel.” He adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder and leaned on the counter. “I guess you spoke with Ivy?”

Laurel nodded, her curls bouncing. “I did. We’ve got you all set in room two until the 26th.”

“Great.” He flashed her a smile. “Do you need a credit card now, or do I just pay when I check out, or-”

Laurel’s curls swung as she shook her head. “No need for that right now, Mr. Bravo.”

At check out, then. “Okay.” He tapped the countertop with his fingertips. “In that case, can I get the room key? I’m about ready to-”

“Of course!” Laurel spun around to grab a key from one of four hooks, one of which was empty. Guess that means the other guest is already checked in. She spun back, key in hand, but stopped short of passing it to Dieter. “I just need to go over a few things with you about the Lodge first.”

Dieter felt his shoulders slump. I’m being punished. I just want to get stoned and sleep and I’m being fucking punished. “Uh…Okay.” He sighed. “What, um… What do I need to know?”

Laurel launched into a run down of the Yule Lodge’s rules and amenities. Fully stocked kitchen and bar, chef-prepared meals for breakfast and dinner, fireplaces in the parlor, library and… something to do with the candles in the windows? She was saying something about a small holly wreath while holding it up with his key when Dieter’s attention was stolen completely by the creak of the stairs just visible beyond the parlor, and the stunning woman who was descending them - you.

Huh. He blinked, watching the way your hand slid down the railing as you took the last few steps. Maybe it won’t be all bad, staying here. You looked up then, making quick, unintentional eye contact, and Dieter felt himself grin at the way your eyes widened when they met his, your mouth falling open in slight shock. Your tongue darted out to lick at your lips, and then you quickly slipped into another room. The library, maybe?

But just when he had convinced himself to go throw his stuff upstairs and then come back down to see if you were still there - and maybe ask if you wanted to have a drink with him - he saw you slip back up the stairs with a book in hand, and his grin fell into a frown. Oh, well. Guess I’ll stick to the plan.

By then, thankfully, Laurel was finished with her spiel, and she finally handed over the key, along with the small holly wreath. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Bravo. I hope it’s exactly what you need it to be.”

I have no idea what that means but… “Thanks.” He smiled, nodding as he took the key from her. “Have a good night, Laurel.”

With that, he headed upstairs to his room, where he promptly tossed the key and the little wreath onto the dresser, shucked his coat off, and collapsed into the bed with a groan. It wasn’t the plush, pillowy cloud bed he was supposed to be sleeping in, but for the next few days it would do just fine. And who knows? Your face popped into his head. Maybe I won’t spend the whole time holed up in here after all.

– – –

You weren’t supposed to be here.

And I’m not even sure I understand why or how I am but…

You rolled over in the big, soft bed and gazed out the window as flurries fell outside. The picturesque grounds were covered in a thin white blanket of fresh snow, and the glow from the lamppost along with the flicker of the candle on the windowsill threw golden halos of light against the darkness in a way that warmed you through.

I’m really glad that I am.

Traveling solo was somewhat out of character for you. Doing it at Christmas - and missing your family’s annual holiday party - made that even more true. Add in the last minute nature of the trip, and it was no wonder that your parents and siblings (and probably your nosey aunt and cousins, too) were having a hard time accepting your decision to spend Christmas abroad by yourself. It simply wasn’t like you.

Which was, of course, the whole point. You wanted a change, had been looking for a way to shake things up. It wasn’t that you were unhappy with anything in your life. You had a job that you enjoyed and that paid you well, owned a house that you had turned into a home, and had a close group of friends who you knew would be there for you no matter what. But what you wanted, or maybe what you needed, was a little adventure. A measured dose of the unknown. A play from out of left field.

Because even though you were happy with the things that you had, there was a part of you that felt like you only had most of those things because you followed some predetermined script for your life. Graduate from a good school, get a respectable job, buy and maintain a home… It was all good stuff, and you took none of it for granted. But sometimes it felt a little too similar to the board game version of Life, spinning the wheel and plopping your little plastic car along the path, collecting socially acceptable experiences along the way.

Even the last few vacations you took weren’t really vacations. You’d had to travel for three separate destination weddings in the last year and a half. And then there was the trip your grandma surprised the whole family with, which was extremely nice, but was also extremely mandatory. So not only did you not get to choose the when or where of your last four trips, you didn’t have much say in the what to do part, either.

You deserved to do something unexpected and just for you. So when you got the unexpected news that you’d won an all expense paid trip to London to spend Christmas in a quaint, Victorian-style B&B, you chose to act on it.

I don’t even remember entering the contest, but… You glanced around the room and ran your hands over the quilted comforter. But I’m here. It’s real. So I must have.

You thought back to the voicemail you’d received a few weeks prior, and how you almost deleted it without calling back to follow up. It seemed like a scam. And even if it wasn’t, you were sure that there was no way it could actually be free. You figured it had to do with a timeshare or some marketing promo where you could win a free trip after spending a crazy amount of money on rental cars or luggage. But a curious little voice from the back of your brain piped up and told you to at least Google the phone number first.

And when you did that, and it didn’t link you to numerous Reddit posts about scam callers or direct you to a clearly phony website, but instead brought you to a completely legitimate page hosted by the site where you had booked your most recent flight for your friend’s wedding in Puerto Vallarta, displaying your name and stating that all you had to do was call to claim your prize, you allowed yourself to possibly entertain the notion that maybe it wasn’t too good to be true.

You were still cautiously skeptical when you pressed call and waited while the phone rang, still expecting there to be a catch somewhere. You also expected the number you dialed would be an automated one, and that you would just be pressing buttons when prompted to complete the process. So it was a surprise to you when a very human voice greeted you after the second ring.

“Thank you for calling Spirit Travel!” The woman on the other end spoke in a bright, cheerful tone as she introduced herself and then said your name, making sure she was speaking with the correct person. You were so taken aback by the fact that you were wrong about it being a recording that you completely missed her name, but you caught back up in time to confirm that you were in fact you.

“I, um… I’m a little confused, to be honest,” you immediately confessed, shrugging as though she could see the lift of your shoulders through the phone. Shaking your head, you went on. “I don’t think I entered any contests, and I definitely don’t think I’ve ever heard of the-” You double checked the name of the place that the website had listed as your prize. “The Yule Lodge? Is it like a Christmas themed hotel or something?”

The woman let out a small, jingling laugh. “You could say that. Christmastime is when the Lodge is at its best, that’s for sure.” That didn’t quite answer your question, but she continued. “And it’s a very small, boutique-y little place. Doesn’t draw a ton of tourist attention, so I’m not surprised that you haven’t heard of it. But I assure you it is absolutely lovely.”

“Oh…kay.” You stared at your laptop screen, narrowing your eyes suspiciously at the scrolling congratulations banner. “I still don’t remember entering a contest, though.”

“Oh, that part!” You heard what sounded like keystrokes from her end of the call, and figured that she was pulling up some information on a computer. “Yup, mmhmm. It’s right here.” Before you could ask her what was right where, she filled you in. “I’m emailing a screenshot of it to you right now so you can see it, too, but when you booked your trip to Mexico in September, you checked a box entering you in Spirit Travel sponsored giveaways. It’s all perfectly legitimate, I promise!”

A few seconds later you received her email, opening it and seeing for yourself that you had in fact checked that box. Hm. Must’ve been a mistake. I usually opt out of that crap. You shrugged. But maybe I’ll stop doing that now. Finally sufficiently happy with the proof that the trip was real and that it wasn’t a hoax, you cleared your throat. “Okay, so it’s… It’s really free? Airfare, the hotel, all of it?”

“Well, just to be clear, the Yule Lodge isn’t a hotel, per say. More like a very exclusive, high end bed and breakfast.”

Sure. Semantics, whatever. “Okay, fine. Airfare, the B&B? That’s all free?”

“Yup! We’ll even arrange a car to pick you up from the airport and drive you to the Lodge. All you have to do is say yes and then show up for your flight.” She paused. “So is that a yes?”

You chewed your bottom lip, going back and forth in a span of a few seconds. What will everyone think when I’m not there on Christmas? What will my friends say when I tell them? They’ll probably think I’m nuts or something. But then that same voice that told you to call about the trip spoke up again. Who cares? It asked. Do it for yourself. And that was all it took to answer.

“It’s a yes,” you said, excitement making you sound a little giddy. I can’t believe it, but… “Yeah, I’m in.”

She went over a few more details with you regarding dates - December 23rd to the 26th - and flight times, and then let you know that if you had any more questions you could always call her back and she’d happily answer them.

“Thank you, really, this is… I really needed this, so thanks-” You realized you never got her name after missing it initially. “I’m so sorry, what was your name again?”

“Oh, no need to apologize,” she assured you. “I get it, you were excited. Happens all the time.” She chuckled. “But my name is Ivy.”

“Well, thank you, Ivy. You’re pretty much my favorite person right now.”

She laughed again. “I’ll take it! Listen, like I said, you can call me if you have any other questions about the trip. But otherwise, in case we don’t talk again, I hope you have a very Merry Christmas.”

“You, too! I hope you get a surprise this good in your stocking this year.”

“Oh,” she said in a wistful way that actually didn’t sound like a customer service put-on, “For me, making other people’s holidays special is the real gift.”

With that, she signed off, and you were left with the task of telling everyone you knew that you were pitching them all a holiday curveball.

They’d responded similarly to how you thought they would. But by the time you had checked in to the Yule Lodge, met Laurel, the exceptionally festive and cheerful hostess who had given you the quirkiest run-down on a hotel you’d ever gotten (including a somewhat campy but cute enough folklore-inspired instruction to place the small holly wreath she’d given you at check in around your door knob to “keep out unwanted spirits” on Christmas Eve) and settled into your room, it was far too late to worry about all of that.

All you were concerned with for the next few days was which fireplace you’d be spending the most amount of time reading near, whether or not you felt like strolling the snow covered grounds in the morning, and possibly chatting with the other guest that Laurel had mentioned would be checking in shortly after you’d arrived. Or maybe not. Who knows, maybe they’ll want to be left alone. Either way, you were looking forward to a few days of answering to no one but yourself. And if it came with a heaping helping of authentic Christmas cheer? Even better.

Deciding not to wait until morning to venture downstairs and into the library to choose your first of hopefully many books for the duration, you popped up from your bed and headed for the door, smiling to yourself as you made sure that the holly wreath was securely around the knob. Don’t want any bad spirits messing around in my room. About halfway down the stairs, you heard voices and realized that Laurel was giving her welcome speech to the other guest. Oh, guess they’re here. You peeked through the hall and into the parlor, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person you’d be sharing the common areas of the Lodge with. But as was becoming a theme for this trip and everything connected to it, you were floored to find Academy Award winning actor Dieter Bravo looking right at you.

Holy shit. You felt your eyes go about as round as the baubles hanging from the giant spruce tree, your mouth dropping open as your heart thundered in your chest. Holy shit, holy shit that’s Dieter Bravo. Oh my god. No, it’s not. It can’t be, right? You blinked and he was still there and still definitely Dieter Bravo and - wait is he..? Yup. He was grinning at you. Oh, fuck.

You scurried down the last few stairs and disappeared into the library, repeating those two words over in your head in a series of tones ranging from disbelief and shock to disbelief and excitement, with a twinge of nerves because Oh, fuck, what am I supposed to say to Dieter Bravo? Your face flushed making you warmer than the fireplace on the other side of the room. There was plenty that you’d thought about saying to him, your imagination running a little wild at times when you saw interviews or red carpet photos of him, or when you saw his performances on screen and he made you fall in love with his characters time and time again. But all of those thoughts had occurred while you were under the realistic assumption that you would never actually get to say any of it to him.

But now he was sleeping just down the hall from you.

Blindly grabbing the first book your fingers found, you scurried back up the stairs and into the sanctuary of your room before you ran the risk of running into him on the way. Choosing a book was a fine enough thing not to put off until morning. Figuring out what to say to a celebrity that you had an innocent but huge crush on was something that definitely required you to sleep on it. Flopping back into your bed a little breathlessly, you had to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

I did say I needed an adventure.

Glancing down to see what book you’d grabbed, you read the title and laughed again. A Christmas Carol. Of course. What else would it be in this place?

It took a while, but eventually you were able to calm your brain - and heartbeat - enough to sink into the story and let thoughts about how on earth you were going to interact with Dieter slide to the backburner, and eventually, you drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Laurel was making one last phone call before closing up and heading home for the evening.

“Ivy?” She tapped her fingernails on the desk and grinned. “They’re both here. Just where they need to be this Christmas.”

“Good,” the other woman said. “Now the rest is up to them.”

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Dieter tags: @something-tofightfor @littlemisspascal @tentacruels @alraedesigns @practicalghost

@trickstersp8 @imtryingmybeskar @mswarriorbabe80 @theredwritingwitch @silverstarsandsuns

@pedro-pedrito-pascalito @jedi-in-crocs @chiyo13 @myloveistoolittle @noisynightmarepoetry

@haylzcyon @jessthebaker @pedrostories @covetyou

#pedrostoriesgift24 #pedrostories #the yule lodge #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo christmas story #pedro pascal character #this one ran away from me #but it's dieter so i allowed it to happen #merry christmas and happy holidays and joyful yule to everyone!

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onegayastronaut · 2 months ago

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Whispers in the Pines

Requested by anon: could u make a story about hermione lodge and Alice cooper dating a younger fem reader or just alice cooper???? i dont rlly care about what the storys about

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The dim hum of the Riverdale diner buzzed softly in the background as you sat at a corner booth, absently stirring your coffee. The town had always carried an air of mystery, something you found strangely magnetic when you first moved here six months ago. The people, though pleasant, kept their distance at first—except for two women who seemed to draw you in like a moth to a flame: Hermione Lodge and Alice Cooper. Both powerful, both complex, and both infuriatingly captivating.

Hermione had her polished demeanor, a sophistication that hinted at her years navigating high society in New York. Alice, by contrast, carried herself with a sharp wit and the kind of ferocity born from small-town grit. Their lives had intertwined with yours almost accidentally. At first, it was work. You’d been hired to help with PR for the town’s revitalization project, spearheaded by Hermione Lodge. Alice Cooper had joined as a media consultant.

Over time, professional boundaries blurred. What started as strategic meetings morphed into late-night brainstorming sessions, then casual dinners. The line between colleagues and friends disappeared, leaving a palpable tension in its place. And then, the night of the gala happened.

The town's annual gala was a shimmering affair, held in the grand ballroom of the Lodge estate. You’d spent the evening mingling with Riverdale’s elite, but your attention kept drifting to Hermione and Alice. Hermione looked stunning in a sleek black gown, her hair cascading in soft waves. Alice, in a deep emerald dress, exuded an elegance that took your breath away.

By the time the event wound down, you found yourself on the Lodge estate's balcony with both women. The air was crisp, scented with pine and the lingering notes of Hermione’s perfume.

“I have to say,” Hermione began, her voice low, “you’ve been quite the asset to this project. The town is already buzzing.”

Alice leaned on the railing, her sharp gaze softening as she regarded you. “She’s more than an asset. She’s the reason we’ve made progress at all.”

Your cheeks warmed under their attention. “You two are giving me too much credit. I’m just following your lead.”

Alice smirked. “Oh, don’t be modest. It’s one of your more endearing traits.”

The days that followed were a whirlwind. Hermione and Alice, who had once seemed so separate in your mind, began appearing together more often. At first, it felt coincidental. But as time passed, you realized they were actively seeking you out—coffee runs turned into shared lunches, which became intimate dinners at the Pembrooke or Alice’s cozy home.

One evening, while sitting by the fireplace in Alice’s living room, the tension finally snapped.

Alice poured herself a glass of wine and handed you one as well, her fingers grazing yours in a way that felt deliberate. Hermione sat on the opposite end of the couch, her gaze warm yet assessing.

“You’ve been spending quite a bit of time with us,” Hermione said, her tone teasing but her eyes serious.

“I suppose I have,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Alice smirked. “And you haven’t complained once.”

You laughed nervously. “Why would I? You’re both… amazing.”

Hermione tilted her head. “Amazing how?”

You hesitated, caught in their dual focus. Finally, you decided to take the leap. “You’re both strong, intelligent, and—well, gorgeous. It’s hard not to be drawn to you.”

The confession hung in the air, and for a moment, you feared you’d misread the situation. Then Hermione leaned forward, her hand brushing against yours. “The feeling is mutual, darling.”

Alice set her wine glass down and moved closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not imagining this. We’ve both been drawn to you for some time now.”

Your heart raced as their words sank in. Hermione’s hand slid over yours, while Alice’s fingers traced a line along your arm. It felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to end.

Navigating a relationship with two powerful women wasn’t without its challenges, but Hermione and Alice were nothing if not communicative. They both insisted on honesty and consent at every step, ensuring you felt comfortable as the dynamic evolved.

Hermione’s love came in the form of grand gestures—lavish dinners, surprise gifts, and weekends away at luxury resorts. Alice, on the other hand, showed her affection through quiet acts of care—bringing you tea when you worked late, remembering the little details you shared, and defending you fiercely when anyone dared to question your place in their lives.

Despite their differences, they complemented each other beautifully, and you found yourself falling for them both in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

Months passed, and your unconventional relationship with Hermione and Alice began to feel like second nature. Riverdale was a small town, and while whispers inevitably followed the three of you, no one dared to confront Hermione Lodge or Alice Cooper outright. Both women carried themselves with an air of authority that dared anyone to question their choices.

For you, the relationship wasn’t just about the allure of dating two powerful, intelligent women—it was about how they made you feel seen. Hermione’s polished exterior softened when she was with you, her vulnerability emerging in quiet moments when she let her guard down. Alice, fiercely protective and sometimes cynical, revealed a tenderness that took your breath away.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of meetings about the revitalization project, you found yourself at Hermione’s penthouse. The three of you had planned a quiet night in, but the tension from work hung heavy in the air.

Alice, ever perceptive, noticed your mood first. “Rough day?” she asked, sitting beside you on the couch.

You nodded, leaning into her touch as she placed a comforting hand on your back. “I just feel like I’m being pulled in a million directions.”

Hermione appeared moments later with a tray of wine glasses. “And yet you handle it all with such grace,” she said, handing you a glass.

You smiled weakly. “I don’t always feel graceful.”

Alice leaned in closer, her voice firm yet gentle. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time. You’ve got us.”

Hermione took the seat on your other side, her arm draping over your shoulders. “Exactly. You’re not in this alone, darling.”

Their words, simple yet heartfelt, brought tears to your eyes. You’d never felt so supported, so cherished.

Hermione, ever the planner, decided a weekend getaway was exactly what the three of you needed. She arranged for a trip to a secluded cabin on the edge of Sweetwater River, promising peace, quiet, and no interruptions.

The cabin was breathtaking, nestled among towering pines and overlooking the tranquil water. The first evening was spent by the fire, laughter and stories filling the air as you shared a bottle of wine.

The second day, after a morning hike, you found yourself sitting on the cabin’s porch swing with Alice. She had a way of making you feel grounded, her sharp humor balanced by a surprising softness.

“You’re quieter than usual,” she observed, her hand brushing against yours.

“Just thinking,” you replied, glancing at her.

“About?”

You hesitated before answering. “How lucky I feel. This… us. It still feels surreal sometimes.”

Alice smiled, her fingers interlacing with yours. “It’s real. And we’re not going anywhere.”

Later that evening, as the three of you sat by the fire, Hermione reached for your hand. “We’ve talked about this before, but I think it’s worth saying again. We’re in this together, and that means communication is key. If you ever feel unsure or overwhelmed, you need to tell us.”

Alice nodded in agreement. “She’s right. No holding back.”

Their commitment to making the relationship work, despite its complexities, reassured you.

Not everyone in Riverdale was as understanding of your relationship. There were snide remarks, judgmental glances, and even a few outright confrontations. But Hermione and Alice never let it faze them.

One particularly difficult day, a local columnist wrote a scathing opinion piece, questioning the morality of your relationship. The article spread quickly, and while most people in town shrugged it off, it left you feeling exposed.

Alice was the first to act, storming into the local newspaper’s office and demanding a retraction. Hermione, ever the strategist, used her influence to ensure the columnist was swiftly removed from their position.

That evening, as the three of you sat in Hermione’s penthouse, they made it clear that you weren’t alone in facing these challenges.

“People will always find something to talk about,” Hermione said, her voice calm but resolute. “But we don’t owe them anything.”

Alice nodded. “What we have is ours. Let them gossip—it doesn’t change a thing.”

Their unwavering support reminded you why you’d fallen for them in the first place.

For all the grand gestures and dramatic declarations, it was the small, quiet moments with Hermione and Alice that meant the most.

One such moment came during a rainy afternoon at Hermione’s penthouse. The storm outside had canceled your plans, and instead of venturing out, the three of you had decided to stay in. Hermione had prepared a pot of her favorite lavender tea, the delicate aroma filling the room as you curled up together on her oversized couch.

You rested your head on Hermione’s shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair. Alice sat cross-legged on the other side, a book in her lap, though she seemed more interested in watching the two of you.

“You look so peaceful,” Alice remarked, a soft smile gracing her lips.

“I feel peaceful,” you admitted, closing your eyes as Hermione’s touch lulled you into a state of bliss.

Hermione leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You deserve this. To just relax and let the world fade away for a while.”

Alice set her book aside and scooted closer, her hand brushing against your cheek as she tilted your face toward her. “Hermione’s right. You don’t always have to be the one holding everything together. Let us take care of you for a change.”

The warmth in their eyes, the sincerity in their voices—it was overwhelming in the best way. You reached for Alice’s hand, intertwining your fingers as a feeling of complete safety washed over you.

Another tender moment came one sleepless night at Alice’s house. You’d woken up in the middle of the night, your mind racing with worries about work and the ever-present judgment from certain townsfolk. Unable to fall back asleep, you padded into the kitchen, only to find Alice already there, nursing a cup of coffee.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice soft in the stillness of the house.

You shook your head, sitting across from her at the kitchen table. “Too much on my mind.”

Alice gave you a knowing look. “Let me guess—work, and maybe a little bit of the town gossip?”

“Something like that,” you admitted with a sigh.

She reached across the table, her hand resting atop yours. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone, you know. Hermione and I—we’re here. Always.”

Before you could respond, Hermione appeared in the doorway, her silk robe flowing around her like a gentle breeze. “What’s all this?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“She couldn’t sleep,” Alice explained.

Hermione walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch grounding you. “Darling, you should’ve woken us. We’re a team, remember?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt.

Hermione crouched beside you, her dark eyes locking onto yours. “You are never a bother. If something’s weighing on you, we want to know.”

Alice stood, walking over to stand behind you, her hands resting gently on your shoulders. “She’s right. We’re in this together, always.”

The three of you stood in the kitchen for a long while, wrapped in an unspoken promise of love and support.

On another occasion, Hermione had insisted on a spontaneous picnic by Sweetwater River. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold as you lounged on a blanket, Hermione leaning against a tree with you nestled between her legs. Alice sat nearby, her feet dangling into the cool water as she skipped stones across the surface.

“This was a good idea,” you said, looking up at Hermione.

She smiled, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I thought you could use a break. We all could.”

Alice glanced back, her expression soft. “She’s right. You’ve been working too hard lately.”

“I guess I just don’t want to let either of you down,” you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Hermione’s arms tightened around you, her voice gentle but firm. “You could never let us down. You’re more than enough, just as you are.”

Alice stood, walking over to sit beside you. She cupped your face in her hands, her thumb brushing against your cheek. “Listen to her. You’re everything we didn’t know we needed.”

The sincerity in their voices brought tears to your eyes, and before you could respond, Alice leaned in to kiss your forehead while Hermione pressed a kiss to your temple.

#hermione lodge #hermione lodge x reader #hermione lodge imagine #alice cooper #alice cooper x reader #alice cooper imagine #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale imagine

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fandomnerd9602 · 9 months ago

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Veronica: look guys I know the Black Hood is out there but we’re gonna be fine

Jughead: how can you say that?

Veronica: my boyfriend’s on it

Y/N Wick walks in, guns drawn and pencils sharpened…

Y/N: don’t worry, babe, I’ll have the Hood by sundown.

Archie; are those pencils?

For @strikerman4501

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #veronica lodge #camila mendes #veronica lodge x reader #john wick #wick reader #assassin reader #john wick universe

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marveldcfandom · 2 months ago

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Y/N Wick & Veronica talking about running away.

Y/N: I need to finish this, Veronica.

Veronica takes off her glasses and wraps her arms around his neck to bring him closer.

Veronica: Just don’t get killed, please.

Y/N: I will.

As Y/N & Veronica share a passionate kiss.

#john wick #john wick universe #riverdale #veronica lodge #veronica lodge x reader #wick reader

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mrsoharaa · 1 year ago

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Can you imagine just sitting on top of Geto, legs propped on each side of his waist, eyes connected as his long, charcoal hair pools all over the pillow beneath his head. All sprawled out completely, the little bang that compliments his gorgeous face slightly drifted to the side of his beautiful smug. And he just stares up at you in complete and utter awe, adoring your accumulating fluster seeping into your cute cheeks as your prying eyes continue to eat away at his gleaming, alluring guise.

Reaches out to tuck the little loose strands of your hair falling along side of your face behind your ear. And as he releases from doing so, he purposely, tauntingly, brushes the tip of his finger along your torrid, supple flesh. Chuckles lowly when he hears a shaky breath spill from your pretty lips.

“You seem distracted angel…what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours, hm?”

#he’s deeply lodged into my brain rn 😵‍💫🖤#just lingering intimate teasing moments like this with him is just sooo— UGHHH #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto #jjk

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yuwuta · 11 months ago

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is this a safe space can we talk about a/b/o aus also can i mention okkofushi and can i say alpha yuuta who was so nervous about the responsibility of being part of and taking care of a pack but he fits so naturally in the role, it’s so easy for all his friends to fall in line and follow him and trust him, so he doesn’t understand why you and megumi are both so difficult. it’s not like he thinks omegas are weak by default, yuuta knows you’re stronger than he’ll ever be; it’s not like he thinks betas need to assume more submissive roles, he knows megumi can take care of himself. separately, you two are fine, but together you’re the brattiest pair and yuuta doesn’t get why nor does he get why it bothers him. he was never the alpha that needed the validation, never the one that needed people to fear to him just from his presence alone, but you and megumi make him desperate, and even worse, yuuta knows he wouldn’t be satisfied with just one of your. he’s trying not to push you both, he’s trying to be a good alpha, a calm alpha, a decent alpha but every time megumi rolls his eyes and does as he pleases, or you giggle at him and ask some other alpha for help, or the two of you tease just to run off together, yuuta is overrun with thoughts of how to tame you two, how to make you listen, how to get you both to just submit for once in your lives.

#sorry i had to get that out……#he’s so……anyway…#this is like the 90th omega verse thought I’ve had this week and the lines are blurring together that’s how we ended up with okkofushi #when i get to articulating the omega satoru fic in my drafts…#when I finally come up with coherent words for omega megumi who keeps referring to you as his alpha even tho u are definitely not #when i can make yuuta the insane alpha he’s meant to be once I figure out how people live in lodges in the woods when it’s snowing #then I will finally be free #anyway.#megumi brat agenda will I ever come up with something new probably not #the only thing worse than this au in my head is the itafushi ver #……#megumi x reader #yuuta x reader

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edsheeranong · 10 months ago

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Sweet Pea x Fem OC

Pt. 2

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

Delilah hung onto him for dear life, terrified as they raced through the streets of riverdale. when they finally arrived at pops, delilah didn't think she had it in her to step off the bike. he pried her hands off him and helped her off. with her whole body trembling in fear she couldn't get the helmet strap undone. he once again helped her and took it off her head.

"i'm never doing that again," she said, flattening out her hair. he fixed a piece of her hair and gestured for her to follow him.

they walked through the doors and delilah surveyed the room for archie. he wasn't there.

"i'm gonna go wash my hands," she said excused herself. when she came back out, she came face to face with archie, veronica, jughead, and betty.

"hey girl," veronica said. "we were just about to sit down, do you wanna join us?"

"oh, no thanks V. i'm here with someone," delilah explained. "thank you for the offer though."

"o la la, does delilah andrews finally have a boy?" veronica asked.

"no," archie shot in. "no she does not."

"just between us girls," she whispered to veronica and betty. "kinda."

the girls all squealed at her admission.

"i don't wanna move to fast, and put labels on it, but i really like him," she lied through her teeth.

"well we won't keep you any longer," betty winked at her and started walking toward a booth.

"who?" archie demanded.

"none of your business," she walked away from him and towards sweet pea who was seated at the counter. when she took the seat next to him, archie sprinted across the room to them.

he ripped sweet pea out of his seat and they started yelling.

"what the fuck are you doing?" archie said.

"i'm here on a date," sweet pea responded.

"get away from my sister," archie shoved him and sweet pea shoved him back.

"you're being ridiculous," delilah said, stepping in front of sweet pea right as archie tried to push him again. she lost her balance and fell back into sweet pea hard. he caught her and rested his hand on her hip.

"don't touch her," archie said.

"i think i'll do what i want."

archie lunged at sweet pea but jughead held him back.

"sit down," veronica demanded. "leave her alone, archie."

"this isn't over," archie threatened before walking back to a booth.

sweet pea turned her around and leaned her back against the counter.

"not so bad, right?" he whispered. she shrugged lightly and he pulled her in for a hug. "is he watching?"

"mhm," delilah hummed into his chest. after a few seconds he pulled away slightly, their hips still pressed together. he looked at her carefully before raising his hand to her chin and gently kissing her.

"why him?" archie sat at his booth, fuming as he watched his sister.

"he's not without charm, archiekins," veronica said. "why are you so opposed to her dating anyway?"

"every boy in this town is an asshole," archie said.

"you live in this town," betty pointed out.

"i know."

"you're mainly upset because he's a serpent," jughead scoffed.

"yeah, jug. and he tried to hurt me. he showed up at my house and tried to fight me," archie complained. "why does he like her anyway? he hates northsiders."

"well, for starters, delilah is drop dead gorgeous. like even i've had thoughts about her," veronica admitted, resulting in a disgusted look from archie. "but, also, she's kind. she doesn't judge the southsiders, at least not outwardly."

"i think it's sweet," betty said.

"how? how is that sweet?" archie asked, slamming his fork down.

"he's willing to fight for her. he must know she doesn't date because you don't let her. just be happy for her, arch," betty explained.

"it just doesn't feel right," archie shook his head. "i can't shake the feeling he's using her to get back at me."

"not all serpents are the horrible people you make them out to be," jughead chimed in.

"can you blame me for thinking that?" archie practically yelled.

"i guess not. i'll talk to him," jughead told him.

"thanks jug."

archie watched as they left the diner and the only thing stopping him from following them was veronica sitting on the outside. but when he saw sweet pea hand the helmet to her he practically shoved her out and raced outside, his friends not far behind.

"absolutely not," he yelled. "she is not getting on that."

"calm down," veronica said.

"no, ronnie. a date is one thing but she can't get on that. she'll get hurt," he said. "i bet that's what you want though."

"excuse me," sweet pea stepped close to him.

"you heard me. i bet you're just itching to hurt her to get back at me."

"there's something wrong with you," sweet pea bit back.

"come on," she pulled sweet pea back. "he's not worth it."

"let's go," he mounted his bike and delilah followed him.

archie watched in anger as they rode away. he stormed back into pops, slammed money down on the table, and started running back home. when he got home, he went straight to delilah's room, but she wasn't there. he ran back down the stairs and found his dad in the kitchen.

"has 'lilah come back home?"

"no, i don't remember seeing her come in," fred responded. archie went back upstairs and called delilah. she didn't respond.

"god, he's annoying," delilah whined, putting her phone back in her pocket.

"i know," sweet pea said. they were sat on the edge of sweet water river, completely alone. "why doesn't he let you date?"

"i'm not really sure," delilah admitted. "something about all the boys being awful, i think. but i don't believe that."

"that's weird."

"i think he's trying to protect me, i mean he wouldn't ever leave my side growing up. but ever since he started dating veronica, he's been leaving me alone more, thank god."

"it still doesn't make sense though. you'd think he'd want you to have a boyfriend so he could protect you," sweet pea pointed out.

"i gave up on trying to understand my brothers mind a long time ago," she put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

they sat there in silence, watching the river flow, for what felt like eternity before delilah spoke.

"it's getting late," she whispered. "it's dark and i'm cold."

"take my jacket," he took off his serpent jacket and handed it to her. "i'm sure your brother would love that."

"take me home," she said, snatching the jacket from him and pulling it over herself. she was practically drowning in it.

hé drove her back home and walked her up to her door. it wasn't that late but delilah didn't want to risk waking anyone up. she slowly crept up the stairs and entered her room. she found archie sitting on her bed.

"why him?"

"he asked me out," delilah said, crossing her arms.

"and you thought i would be okay with this?"

"archie, i have had enough with you thinking you can control my life. he likes me, and i like him. i'm not gonna let you ruin yet another relationship for me, i just won't," she was trying to be stern with him, but not be too loud. "now get out of my room," she pointed to the door.

"im not done with this," he said, heading for the door.

"yes, you are, archie. seriously leave me alone, you've done enough to hurt this family, dont add this to the list of things you'll be apologizing for for the rest of your life."

#sweet pea riverdale #riverdale fic #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #jughead jones #fanfiction #fanfic #southside serpents #southside #northside

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supercap2319 · 2 years ago

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Traveling back in time wasn't the weirdest thing that happened in Riverdale, but it was strange to see Archie's dad and Y/N's mom as teenagers. It was even worse seeing them make-out with each other as Archie and Y/N tried not to blush.

"Damn, Y/N. Your mom is hot." Archie grinned as Y/N gave him a disgusted look before he looked at a young Fred Andrews and smiled.

"And your dad is a sexy stud muffin."

Archie blushed.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #Riverdale #kj apa x male reader #kj apa #archie andrews x male reader #archie andrews #fred andrews #hermione lodge #bianca charmed #luke perry #marisol nichols

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 months ago

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The Yule Lodge -Part Two

A PEDROSTORIES SECRET SANTA GIFT FIC (yes, still)

A/N: BIG SIGH. I'm so hugely sorry that this took so damn long, everyone. I have nothing to say other than life has been lifeing overtime lately. I hope you don't mind pretending that it's still the holiday season. (My neighbor still has their Christmas tree up, if that counts for anything.) Good news is that part three is well underway, and won't be another month. Other news (you can decide if it's good or not) is that this will now be four parts. Oops.

*This story began as a gift for @covetyou through the @pedrostories Secret Santa exchange. Read Part One here.

Warnings: supernatural shenanigans, cannabis consumption, brief mention of grief/loss of a family member

Word Count: 4,528

Summary: You and Dieter spend your first night at the Yule Lodge, and both of you end up having very strange dreams.

They were dreams, right?

The fireplace in the parlor held just a few glowing embers by the time the grandfather clock struck the barrier between December 23rd and the 24th.

The parlor itself held no one.

Both guests had turned in early and were asleep in their beds, tucked beneath thick blankets while outside, the snowfall increased to cover the building in a blanket of its own. The halls and common rooms were silent, save for the sound of the clock, and if the Yule Lodge housed any mice beneath the floorboards, they too were curled up and quiet, leaving the night completely still and unstirred.

So as the twelfth chime echoed through the old mansion, no one was awake to see the fire rise again, flickering around phantom logs that had long since burned away. No one was there to watch as the forked flames swirled and swelled, escaping the hearth. No one was there as instead of engulfing the rug and igniting the furniture, the fire transformed, taking the shape of a woman.

Which was probably for the best. Let’s face it, witnessing that might make one lose their marbles.

The flames in the fireplace shrunk back to embers as she fully materialized, but their glow stayed with her, illuminating her skin and turning her hair into copper-orange coils of light. Her clothing, too - a hooded cloak over a flowing white dress - seemed to still be lit by the fire she stepped out of. As she spun away from the mantle and walked across the parlor, sparks of light trailed in her wake. Lifting both hands up to throw back her hood, the woman smiled, and if anyone had been awake, they might have noticed an increase in warmth at that precise moment.

“Ahh,” she sighed, luminescent fingers working to untie the closure of her cloak. “It’s good to be home.”

Shrugging out of the heavy garment, she reached up to hang it on the carved wooden coat rack that stood beside the front desk. As soon as she released her grip on it, the fabric turned to maroon velvet, losing its ethereal glow. The woman from the flames remained unchanged, though, as did the rest of her clothing.

She took a few more steps, pausing in front of the desk to glance at the hooks on the wall that were missing keys. “Two guests this year.” She nodded, her smile growing as she tapped the desktop, glittery sparks straying from her fingertips. “That should be manageable.”

Supernaturality was a plus, of course, but forty-eight hours were forty-eight hours whether she had to help one person or four. Having only two to deal with meant more one-on-one attention for each, and a higher chance of getting through to them. And that, afterall, was her purpose.

“So let’s get started.”

Turning back towards the fireplace, she waved her hand, a brand new log appearing on the grate, flames licking up its sides to cast more light around the room. That done, she made for the staircase, trailing sparks that disintegrated as she climbed to the second floor.

– – –

It was pitch black in Dieter’s room when he fell asleep.

Two more edibles and a movie he’d seen upwards of thirty times, paired with the fact that the bed was actually far more comfortable than it initially looked, and he didn’t stand much of a chance at making it to the witching hour. Before settling in for the movie, he’d extinguished the candles in the windows and drawn the curtains shut to block out as much light as possible. One of the perks of spending the holiday like he was accustomed to was the ability to sleep in - no schedules, no alarm clocks, no wake up calls. Not even the sunshine would dictate what time he woke up for the next three days.

So when light inexplicably filled his room to wake him at a few minutes past midnight, he bolted upright, swatting his arms through the air.

“What the…fuck?” He grumbled, confused and annoyed, his hair sticking out in all directions. Blinking and squinting against the invading brilliance, he waited for his eyes to adjust.

And when they did he repeated his question, clutching the blankets and sheets and pulling them up to his chest. “What the fuck?!”

There, standing in his room - in his locked room - was a woman who looked as though she was made of firelight. She wore a long, plain dress with a sash tied around her waist as a belt, and her hair fell about her shoulders in curls and waves that seemed to move even as she remained still. Her features were soft, the natural curve of her lips drawn up into a smile, and there was something in her eyes that felt familiar, as though he knew her.

No. As though she knew him.

But she doesn’t. I don’t. What the- How did-

He stumbled over which question to ask, none of them fully encapsulating the depth of his bewilderment, until he blurted out the first one that came to him fully formed. “Am I dead?”

The other-worldly intruder let out a small chuckle. “No, Dieter.” She shook her head, taking a step towards him. “I promise you, you’re very much alive.”

How fucking strong were those cookies? Lars said they were the same ones he got last time but - He eyed the fire lady in his bedroom. But this is… definitely different.

“Okay, so…” He shook his head, dropping the blankets to run his fingers through his hair, grabbing it in fistfuls. “So I’m dreaming, then.” He nodded, still holding his hair, and stared right at her. “I’m dreaming.” He let his hands fall to his lap and gave a loose shrug. “It’s a lucid dream. I’m still asleep.”

Granted, his lucid dreams were usually sexier in nature, but it was the only explanation that made any sense. Looking the woman up and down again from that angle, he shrugged to himself. Yeah, I mean… Why not?

To his horror, she furrowed her brow and put her hands on her hips. “No, you’re not dreaming.” She clicked her tongue. “And even if you were, it wouldn’t be that kind of dream.”

How the fuck- “How the fuck did you know what I was thinking?” Also, why not? Squeezing his eyes shut and telling his horny-side to shut the fuck up, he willed himself not to think about fucking the glowing angel/ghost/being, and tried instead to focus on getting actual answers. “And why are you in my room?”

The woman sighed, dropping her arms and walking over to the dresser. “I know a lot more about you than you can imagine, Dieter Bravo.” She pointed to the wreath of holly leaves that lay discarded there with his room key. “And for starters, I’m here because you didn’t follow Laurel’s directions.”

“What?” Dieter blinked at the wreath, sputtering. “The… The hokey holly thing?” He rose from the bed then, letting the blankets fall as he swung his legs over the side. Shaking his head, he gestured at the dream/hallucination he was talking to. “No way that’s keeping you out.” He crossed his arms over his chest and carefully stepped over the pile of sheets to get closer to the woman. “I mean, you’re like…Well, I don’t know what you are but you’re fucking glowing, for fucksake. I’m supposed to believe some leaves on the door are gonna keep out a glowing, like, deity person?” He scoffed. “I don’t think so. So why are you really here?”

He still wasn’t entirely convinced that he wasn’t dreaming. Or that this didn’t have something to do with Lars grossly miscalculating the dosage of his edibles. And though he didn’t feel dead he couldn’t rule that out yet either. So interrogating the Christmas cryptid in his bedroom as though he were reprising his role as a hardened murder detective from a show he’d filmed a decade ago seemed like a completely acceptable course of action.

I fucking hope it is, anyway.

The woman wore an amused expression, the room warming as her cheeks lifted with her chuckle. “Well, technically, you’re right. Holly won’t keep me out.” She winked and walked over to the windows, Dieter’s eyes glued to the trail of flickering sparks that followed her. “You should really keep at least one of these lit.”

She waved her hand and the curtain opened enough to reveal the candle that Dieter had snuffed out earlier. Without lifting the glass around it, she curled her fingers in towards her palm and then opened them, a flame jumping from her hand and onto the candle’s wick.

He let out a huff. “I blew those out on purpose, you know.”

“Well they were also lit on purpose, Dieter,” the fire woman said, arching one eyebrow. “Those candles, the wreath, the fire in the hearth downstairs? They are all meant to protect you from spirits who would cause you harm.”

“Spirits, huh?” He cocked his head to the side. “So is that what you are, too? And why would other spirits want to fuck with me?”

“I’m more of a guardian than a spirit,” she clarified. “Though if it’s easier for you to think of me as a spirit, that’s fine. And the others don’t necessarily want to hurt you. They just…” Her smile faltered, the glow in her cheeks dimming for a second. “The things that they would show you might not be what you need to see.”

So this is some Ghost of Christmas past, shit, then?

He swore under his breath as she answered his unspoken question, remembering too late that this glowing guardian being (who he was still at least 65% sure was a dream) could read his mind.

“The past definitely has a lot to do with it, Dieter.” Her tone sounded almost sad, but lifted again as she continued speaking. “But the good news is, so does everything else.”

Something stirred in his chest then, an amorphous blend of anticipation, hope, and contentment. What is… He blinked, pressing one palm to his sternum and rubbing it over the spot where the unnamable feeling was already dissipating. “I don’t… Am- Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“No,” she responded. “Not yet. But hopefully, with any luck, it will mean quite a bit before you leave here.”

“Um.” He dropped onto the edge of his bed, bringing the hand on his chest up to scratch at his scalp. “Okay. So, like…” Dieter let out a sigh. “Am I supposed to do something? Can you… I don’t know, give me a hint or..?”

The woman gave him a soft smile then, her eyes brimming with a kindness that he was unprepared to receive. It was pure, non-transactional. It reminded him of the way his grandma Yolanda - “Yo-yo” - would look at him and his sister. And as the fire-fleshed woman laid a hand to his cheek, Dieter realized that he hadn’t felt that exact form of kindness since he lost his grandma twenty years earlier. The mystery cocktail of feelings swam through his chest again as a rogue tear formed in the corner of his eye.

Fuck, I miss her.

She never said that he was too much, or too loud, or that his dreams were too big. She never once tried to steer him away from the things he loved, like drama and the arts, even when his own father did. She had always been his biggest supporter, always encouraged him to take leaps. And he did, because he knew she’d always be there to catch him if he fell, just as quickly as she’d be there to cheer when he stuck the landing. She was the first person to know and accept and love him completely for who he was.

Things… Nothing’s been the same since she’s been gone.

“All you have to do,” the woman said, thumbing the tear away as it rolled down his cheek, “is open your mind.” She withdrew her hand then, clasping it with the opposite one and letting them hang in front of her. “And your heart. I’ll help you as much as I can, but in the end it will be up to you.”

He shook his head, swallowing to clear his throat. “Help me do what, though? Open to what? What will be up to me?”

Opening his mind was something that Dieter was well-versed in. His heart, though? That didn’t happen often. After Anika, it had snapped more tightly shut than ever. So what happens if I can’t?

Despite the fact that he couldn’t explain anything that was happening, from her presence to the uncanny way she invoked the memory of his grandma, the woman’s response still managed to catch him off guard. “Saving your Christmas spirit.”

Huh?

Before he could get another word out, she took one step and appeared on the other side of the room. How the fu- “That’s why you’re here, Dieter.” She gave him a serious look, the embers beneath her skin glowing a deeper oranger as she shook her head. “You may not get another chance, so please don’t waste it.” She gestured at the wreath, still laying on his dresser. “Remember what I told you about the spirits. If you follow our instructions while you’re here,” she pointed next at the candle that she had re-lit, “then you can trust whatever they show you. For now, though, you should get back to sleep. Tomorrow is an important day.”

Dieter blew air through his lips in amusement. “Yeah, sure, like I’ll be able to sleep now.”

With a twirl of her wrist, she conjured a velvet maroon sleep mask perched amidst his wayward curls. “You will.”

And though he hadn’t pulled it down over his eyes yet, the woman vanished from sight, with nothing but a few fizzling sparks left in her wake. The room darkened again, with just a small halo of light emanating from the candle in the window. He used it to squint skeptically at the box of cookies on the nightstand. I gotta text Lars tomorrow.

Reaching up, he grabbed for the sleep mask and yanked it down over his eyes, settling back into the bed. Or I could just do it now, because I’m probably not gonna fall back to-

But he didn’t finish his thought, because as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out.

– – –

When you woke up on Christmas Eve, your room was filled with the bright morning sunlight that glistened off the crystalline snow outside the windows.

Stretching, you took a deep breath in through your nose and blinked a few times to let your eyes adjust. What time is it? Groping blindly for your phone on the nightstand, you felt your fingers grasp the edges of it and pulled it close to your face so that you could see the screen. Oh, damn. The numbers read 10:45 am - well past when you normally had to be up for daily life, and definitely later than you would have gotten to sleep had you gone home for the holidays and stayed with family. Nice.

It had been good, restful sleep, too, which wasn’t always a guarantee for you, your racing mind sometimes keeping you awake or else waking you up in the middle of the night. The bed in your room at the Yule Lodge was one of the most comfortable ones you’d ever slept in, and the sheets and blankets only seemed to get softer and warmer the longer you were wrapped up in them. You’d even fallen asleep more quickly than you usually did when you stayed in a hotel.

I can’t even remember trying to fall asleep I just… Must’ve been all the travel. And then the adrenaline crash.

You’d managed to make it through the first 50 pages of A Christmas Carol before conking out. Glancing over at the nightstand, you saw the folded piece of paper that you’d used as a bookmark sticking out. At least I remembered to mark my spot. It was a quick read, and you’d likely finish the rest of it before noon. So I guess I’ll grab another one from the library when I go down for breakfast and… Your eyes widened as two things hit you at once.

1) You remembered why you’d ended up blindly choosing that book in the first place - because Dieter Bravo had checked in as the other guest that you would be sharing the Lodge with, and the two of you had made eye contact that left you so flustered you were lucky you didn’t fall down the last three steps on your way to the library.

And 2) It may have been a solid, restful block of sleep, but man, did you have a weird dream.

In it, you were nestled into your bed with your book open, reading about Jacob Marley’s visitation to Ebenezer, when suddenly you received a visit of your own. You’d looked up to turn the page only to find that you were not alone, a stunning woman who seemed to be formed of firelight standing near the center of the room.

I didn’t… I wasn’t afraid of her though.

She’d welcomed you to the Yule Lodge, mentioning that the place was her home, and then she’d thanked you for abiding by the check-in instructions regarding the little wreath on your door knob and the candles in the windows. You’d asked her who she was and why she was there, and she’d told you that she didn’t have a name so much as a title, but that if you needed something to call her, Holly would suffice. And as for her explanation of why she was in your room?

“I’m here to guide you through the next few days,” she’d told you, adding in your name even though you hadn’t given it to her. “You’ve been looking for something in your life, haven’t you?” You nodded and the woman smiled, the expression so warm that you felt it. “I am here to help make sure that you find it.”

That was as much as you could remember, though you could feel at the edges of your mind that there was more to it. Maybe it’ll come to me later. You shrugged to yourself. It was just a dream, and likely influenced by what you were reading before you fell asleep, combined with the thematic nature of the hotel. Besides, you had more pressing things to consider.

Things like what the heck you were going to say to Dieter.

You thought about it as you shuffled into the bathroom, hoping that some magical phrase that made you sound effortlessly cool would come to you as you stood beneath the hot shower. But it didn’t happen. Because that would be impossible. Sighing, you dried yourself off and got dressed for the day, choosing a brand new pair of sweatpants, your favorite green cable knit sweater, and thick wool socks.

It wasn’t a glamorous look, but you hadn’t packed with the intention of spending the holiday with celebrities. You packed for comfort and warmth. You did bring one nice outfit with you, because you had been unsure of what to expect for Christmas dinner, and you wanted the option to dress up if the occasion called for it. Or if I just feel like it. Everything else that you brought with you was along the same lines as what you had on, plus a pair of jeans in case you ventured beyond the library or the parlor. So I guess this is what I’m wearing to meet Dieter Bravo.

But as you checked your reflection in the mirror, you smiled. You looked put together and cozy. You felt happy. And you remembered why you had gone on the trip in the first place. It’s for me. This is for me. It didn’t matter what kind of impression you made on anyone while you were there, because you were there to unwind, recharge, and indulge in whatever you wanted. Besides, I bet I won’t even see much of him. He’ll probably keep to himself.

That thought was proven wrong almost immediately upon leaving your room, when you nearly collided with the man as he left his.

You sucked in a gasp, letting your breath out in the form of a muttered “Oh, fuck!” as Dieter narrowly stepped out of your path with a somewhat exaggerated “Woaahh!” that faded into a chuckle when he realized that you hadn’t actually bumped into each other.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-” You started to apologize out of habit, but as soon as you looked up and your eyes met his big, beautiful brown ones, you felt every single word that you knew slip from memory.

The chuckle turned into a crooked smile as he gave a small shake of his head. “Don’t be.”

He swung his arm towards his room, whole body turning at the waist with the motion, and you used the split second to take him in more fully. He’s dressed just like me. He was wearing a pair of black and dark green plaid pajama pants, a striped gray sweater, and a pair of orange and lavender polka dot socks. He looks so comfortable. He was also taller and more broad than you pictured, and you couldn’t help but think about how fucking nice it would likely be to cuddle up against his chest with those arms wrapped around you, maybe even sitting in front of the fireplace... Stop it!

“I wasn’t paying attention, didn’t see you.” Turning back to you, he brought his hand up to scratch the side of his head. “But now I do.” He hummed, dropping that hand to his side and extending the other out to you. “I’m Dieter.”

You fought it, you really fucking did, but the first thing out of your mouth as you let him close his fingers around your hand, was nothing but a “Ha!” followed by four horrifying seconds of silence as you waited for the English language to come back to you. When it did, the best you could do was, “I mean, yes, I mean, hi. Yes, I know who you are.” It took another awkward second before you realized that he was waiting for your name, which you gave to him as he released your hand. Oh that was just great. Good job, me.

He didn’t let you flounder though, and you were grateful. “And now I know who you are.” He nodded, flashing you another smile from under his disheveled curls. “Are you here through the 26th, too?”

Finally composing yourself, you swallowed and nodded back. “I am.” But I wonder why you are.

“Nice.”

He said it like that was what he was hoping your answer would be, which was confusing, but you chalked it up to the fact that he had likely just woken up and had been caught off guard by bumping into you in the hall and was just trying to be polite. When you didn’t say anything back, he tilted his head slightly and spoke again.

“Well, I was just heading downstairs to see what the caffeine options are. Maybe grab some food. All I’ve eaten in the last like twelve hours have been edi-” He stopped himself, narrowed his eyes and then continued. “Christmas cookies. So I definitely need some real food.”

As though on cue, his stomach rumbled and then you were both laughing again. “I was headed down, too,” you said, gesturing to the staircase that led to the first floor. “I could also use a pick me up.” You gave a small shake of your head as you started towards the stairs with Dieter following. “I had a strange dream last night but I can’t remember most of it, so I’m hoping some coffee or something will help jog it.”

Halfway down, you heard him let out a puff of air through his lips, and you looked over your shoulder to see him staring at you. “I had a kind of fucked up dream, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” You asked, one eyebrow raised, before turning back around. “Do you remember yours?” You descended the last few steps and waited for him to do the same.

“Yeah.” He laughed, but the sound was more nervous than humorous. “I was in bed… There was this really beautiful woman, but she-”

Before you could even have the thought of course he was dreaming of being in bed with a beautiful woman, he probably has two dozen of them on speed-dial, you realized that he’d stopped.

No, he didn’t just stop. He froze. Dropped the sentence like a hot potato. Stuck his socked feet to the floor like it was made of glue, and looked around at the parlor of the Lodge, wearing shock all over his face.

What? What’s wro- Oh. You looked around the space then, too, and realized immediately why he looked stunned and almost frightened. What the actual fuck?

Blinking, you spun in a slow circle and shook your head in utter bewilderment. Because everything about the Lodge that made it a hotel was just gone. The front desk where you’d checked in - the built in, carved out of a solid chunk of oak, must have weighed three hundred pounds or more front desk - as well as everything that was behind it when you spoke with Laurel only a few hours previously, had vanished into thin air. All of the decorations were still there, the greenery and bows and candles, the enormous tree. But none of the signs regarding occupancy or check out times or amenities were anywhere to be seen. The antique looking luggage cart that you hadn’t needed to use but definitely took note of was missing.

And moreover, so was the staff.

But the fire is still lit. You blinked, eyes shifting next to the deep maroon velvet garment hanging on the coat rack by the door. And there’s a coat there. So someone must be here, right?

“Uh,” Dieter broke your shared silence and you turned to face him. “So I’m gonna ask you a question that might seem fucking bizarre but I just need you to answer it, okay?”

It was your turn to make a sound that would have been a laugh had you not felt like your sense of reality was rapidly racing away from you. “I mean, it can’t be more bizarre than-” You waved your hand in the direction of the missing front desk. “Whatever’s going on here.”

He took a break, chest expanding before he let it out slowly, eyes focused on your face. “I know you said you couldn’t really remember your dream, but…” He swallowed. “Was there a woman like…” He circled his hands over one another like he was searching for a better way to say something that there was only one way to say, then muttered oh, fuck it under his breath. Was there a woman made of fire?”

Um. Okay, maybe it could be more bizarre.

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