#reggie mantle angst

[eclipsefics]

Seven minutes in heaven

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

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

Ship: Jeronica/Vughead

Edit: 2.9k words

Enjoy xoxo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When did he…?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Veronica wanted to gouge the red heads eyeballs out.

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

"B, No." Veronica shakes her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fun party." Jughead mumbled.

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

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

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

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

"When did you and Archie get back together."

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

"What does that matter?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing?" He repeats.

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

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

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

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

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

"We shouldn't." Jughead agrees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jhsharman]

Old People Disco Dancing

Noted: The "gag bag" feature was a selection of reprinted comic strips -- started with old Bob Montanas and moved to more recent Dan Decarlos, so in this instance the 1981 issue is reprinting a comic strip that had been in the newspaper a few years earlier -- the "getting in right after a trend is over" rule is not in effect. Though, I guess they were still a go in 1986 -- or at least re-enacting a scene from 1979.

Who is Moose dancing with?

[pileofboneswrites]

THINGS ARE DIFFERENT.

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

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

WORD COUNT — 9.6k

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

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

MASTERLIST | RIVERDALE

YOU.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"but you're not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no clue," you reply truthfully.

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

"how many cups a day are you drinking?"

"two," you reply, no hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

"good morning ethel, how was your weekend?"

"it was good, how was yours?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sweetheart?" he prompts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SWEETPEA.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YOU.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"dad?"

"yeah kiddo?"

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

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

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

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

"do you know what triggered it?"

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

"you puked?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i love you too - sweet pea

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

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

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

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

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

"i—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you turn to leave, hesitanting in the doorway.

"reg?"

"yeah?"

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

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

entry 1: may 16th

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

entry 2: may 19th

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

entry 3: may 20th

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

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

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

entry 4: june 21st

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

entry 5: june 30th

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

entry 6: july 1st

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

entry 7: august 15th

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

entry 8: august 17th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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——Masterlist——

Key: Smut = {s} Fluff = {f} Angst = {a}

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Male Reader {s}

Request: This is just me being a slut, like my name, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time. Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral. Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you

Eddie Munson x FtM! Reader {s}

Request: Omg omg I'm going feral over this but imagine an FTM reader and Eddie Munson but like. Eddie putting a pillow under Reader's back and pressing on their stomach while absolutely RAILING him---

Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {f}

Summary: How would Billy Hargrove be in an a-z fluff?

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: Hi I LOVED your billy a-z fluff if you are doing requests can you do another billy a-z but smut? Or headcanon

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: What do you think Billy Hargrove will do to help his boyfriend who is scared of sex?

Billy Hargrove x Male reader {f}, {s}

Request: Hi! Going off of Billy helping his bf with his fear of sex, how about Billy planning a beautiful night for his bf who told him they feel confident to have sex and Billy make love to them gently and praised them

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Summary: While Billy was punishing you, you discover a secret about yourself you never know about. 

Wednesday

Tyler Galpin

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Tyler's boyfriend gives him head as he falls apart at the sight

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Harry’s boyfriend gives him head while at a very important zoom meeting for work

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader*

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

Archie Andrews x Mute! Male Reader***

Request: Reading your fics always makes me happy. Would you do a headcanon of archie taking his boyfriend who is mute out on a picnic for their birthday and just being soft to him and affectionate with some soft nsfw

Archie Andrews x Male Reader**

Summary: How would a date night with your heroic boyfriend, Archie Andrews, play out?

Reggie Mantle

Reggie Mantle x Male Reader***

Summary: Since Reggie had been denying you attention, you decided to find it somewhere else, knowing full well how easily jealous he gets.

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Male Reader

Summary: Michael takes a liking to the reader and falls for him. Michael wants to ‘question’ the reader, but things get more heated than they should.

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Michael Langdon x FtM! Reader***

Summary: Michael has a hard day at work, but thankfully he can come home and relieve his stress every day.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Being tied up as Michael plays with you like his little rag doll was not how you planned your night to go, especially being denied and teased by him.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Sometimes its good to just be an obedient little puppy

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader**

Summary: Could Ambrose Spellman really have found the love of his life or is he just another summer fling?

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader***

Summary: What could possibly make Ambrose Spellman punish his sweet little boyfriend?

Father Blackwood

Father Blackwood x Male Reader***

Summary: Reader and Sabrina try to come up with a plan to get back at Weird Sisters, but he wants to do something bigger. But what happened when things take a turn?

Harvey Kinkle

Harvey Kinkle x Male Reader ** (angst to fluff)

Summary: It's time for Harvey's boyfriend to confess a secret, but will things go as planned?

Nicholas Scratch

Nicholas Scratch x FtM! Reader

Summary: Nicholas spends a special holiday with his boyfriend

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Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester x Male Reader***

Summary: Sam and reader both hate each other and they work out their frustrations together

Misc. Characters

Mike Schmidt

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader***

Summary: Mike wants nothing more than to fuck his boyfriend’s ass into oblivion. But in order to do that, his boyfriend must teach him patience and obedience first

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

Fandoms/Things i will write:

Anime's:

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Kiba Inuzuka

Kakashi Hatake

Gaara

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Sai

Asuma Sarutobi

Tsunade Senju

Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Hinata Hyuga

Temari

TenTen

Haikyuu:

Karasuno:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Nishinoya Yu

Koshi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura

Asahi Azumane

Kiyoko Shimizu

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa Tooru

Iwazumi Hajime

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

Nekoma:

Lev Haiba

Sō Inuoka

Kenma Kozume

Taketora Yamamoto

Morisuke Yaku

Tetsuro Kuroo

Shiratorizawa:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Tsutomu Goshiki

Satori Tendō

Eita Semi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Fukurodani:

Haruki Komi

Akinori Konoha

Keiji Akashi

Kōtarō Bokuto

Inarizaki:

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

Suna Rintaro

Aran Ojiro

Shinsuke Kita

Misc.:

Keishin Ukai

Ittetsu Takeda

Kiyoomi Sakusa

TV Shows:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Cobra Kai:

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri Alexpoulos

Tory Nichols

Samantha LaRusso

Riverdale:

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Toni Topaz

Cheryl Blossom

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

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Eric Cartman

Tolkien Black

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Big Mouth:

Judd Birch

Human Resources:

Maury Beverley

Connie LaCienega

Emmy Fairfax

Rochelle Hillhurst

Mona

Pete Doheny

Youtubers/Streamers:

Youtubers:

Sam and Colby

Markiplier

CoryXKenshin

EddieVR

JuicyFruitSnacks

JoshDub

Mully

YourNarrator

Streamers:

Quackity

Jschlatt

Sapnap

KarlJacobs

Slimecicle

Foolishgamers

Horror Characters:

Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Laughing Jack

My Do's And Don'ts:

Do's:

Kinks

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Don'ts:

Spam me

Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.

Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.

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

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Sirius Black X Reader Microfic

Word Count: 1549

Note: There's a tad bit of angst in this but not much. I wanted to do a short chapter real quick for Sirius' birthday.

Regulus Lives AU!

Sirius Black was known for his romantic endeavors the entire time he went to Hogwarts. True or not, everyone wanted to be seen with him. It didn’t matter if he said he was in a relationship or not, he was always presumed to be a player, not to mention he had a reputation for being the best at it. 

Sirius knew that all of that was a thin veil of pure folly, none of it was remotely true. He had a four year relationship with Remus Lupin, a fellow marauder and one of his best friends which was the best kept secret of the group. But after he’d graduated, he never really sought out anyone new. It wasn’t his greatest wish in life to have some great romance, that was always a schoolboy dream. The only wish Sirius ever really had was to be free. Everyone knew that. 

Something seemed to change when he met Y/N. 

Y/N was something sort of special to Sirius. He was another muggleborn wizard as he’d become accustomed to dating, Y/N seemed to have a certain aura about him that made it hard to tell that he was one, he was confident and smart and had the same sort of attitude that Sirius did. Sirius and Y/N met during Regulus’ funeral unfortunately, but Y/N seemed to take right to the older Black brother. Sirius assumed that Y/N and Regulus had been close in school. 

So here they were, sitting at a pureblood gathering that Sirius invited Y/N to as an attempt at bringing him on a date. Much to Sirius’ disdain, they hadn’t exchanged contact information or anything at the funeral. Though his brother faking his own death had been distracting, Sirius still kicked himself for not trying to talk to Y/N more after the funeral had ended. 

Y/N leaned over to Sirius and whispered to him. “Reg would have hated all this hoopla over him. It’s been a year since he went into hiding, guess your parents were more attached than we expected.” 

Sirius smirked against the edge of his glass. “That was the whole point. Reg always wanted to know how they truly felt. He even left last wishes after he died and he wrote that he wanted them to pull me back into the fold. It was all part of our plan of course, he would finally get away from them, I would take his place and we could plot the end of our family line.” 

“He was always the clever one between the two of you.”Y/N teased. 

Sirius gasped in mock offense. “How dare you, I was known for my cleverness in school, you know.”

“Oh believe me, I couldn’t be more aware. I usually got the ass end of all your clever tomfoolery.”Y/N rolled his eyes at the heir beside him. 

Sirius took a sip from his glass. His parents had insisted that this awful gathering had to be the most extravagant because that’s what Regulus would have wanted. That was never true, Regulus always preferred sitting in his room with Sirius and maybe a friend talking and playing music for some background noise. Sirius was always the ambivert of the two. 

“Sirius, you should be mingling.”Walburga hissed at her son who had been perched on the back of the couch beside where Y/N had decided to sit. 

“With your friends, mother? Sounds horrible. I’d rather talk to Reggie’s.”Sirius replied calmly. 

“You’re only here because he required it of us. Don’t think that saves you from anything.”

“Saves me for the next hour or two while we have company. I’m sure our usual dance will occur later on before you get out of my house.”

“It is NOT your house.”Walburga sneered. 

“I am the heir, no? You and father insisted that I must take up the mantle of the family. So, I will do as I please. I suggest you walk away.” 

Walburga grumbled something else before strutting away like nothing else happened. For the rest of the night Y/N and Sirius sat there on the couch, talking and sharing family secrets as they watched the room full of god awful purebloods that filled the Black family manor. 

It took hours for everyone to finally leave. Walburga and Orion of course overstayed their welcome by at least an hour. Before Y/N could leave, Sirius grabbed his wrist. 

“Stay the night?”Sirius asked. 

“What for?”Y/N replied. 

Sirius swallowed thickly. “Might as well talk since there’s noone around to hear it.”

“Awe, mask off then?”the man teased Sirius. 

“First time in a while, yes.”

“I’ll stick around for that.”

Y/N stepped back into the entry room of the manor and Sirius took him by the hand, walking him through the house as the two talked. 

“Why go along with Reggie’s plan?”Y/N asked simply, his tone still holding a hint of caution. 

“It was the first time since we were young that he honestly suggested defying our parents. I wanted to do anything I could to encourage that. I think as he got older he started to see through their shit like I did.”Sirius replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I never thought that my parents really cared about either of us. Apparently that only applies to him, that care of theirs. Drives me insane to think about, really.”

“Oh I can imagine so. Did they ever seem like they cared though? They both seem so… cold.”Y/N said gently. 

“They only pretended when it was convenient. If they wanted to rule over me with fear, they would do their level best to convince me that they only wanted the best for me and that they were doing what they could to ensure I was the best I could be. I refused and they lost it. They became these monsters that you would only see in books.”Sirius explained, doing his best to keep his tone calm and collected like he’d been forcing himself to do.

“You’re allowed to feel something, Sirius.”

Sirius stopped walking, the comment hitting him like a sack of bricks. Y/N stopped, too, and turned to face the raven-haired man. 

“What? Did I misspeak?”Y/N asked, an innocent tone to his voice.

“No, by all means, talk that way more often. Nobody’s said that to me in years.”Sirius replied, his confident aura shattered with just a simple phrase. 

The phrase repeated in his mind like an echo. “You’re allowed to feel something-” It was torturous. Remus hadn’t even really said that much. Only consoled him when he allowed his own feelings, James kept him distracted, Peter was… well he wasn’t exactly the type to deal with emotions. But this man that Sirius found himself enamoured with for the last year had given him the permission. That… there was something different about how he said that.

“Sirius?”Y/N said after a few silent moments, as he brushed the 20-year old heir’s cheek with his fingertips. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m alright… I think... “Sirius muttered, leaning into the man’s touch. 

“You’re quiet. It’s…”Y/N smirked, his playful nature coming out once more. “It’s foreign. You’re usually so full of light and you’re so talkative.”

Sirius shook his head and pulled Y/N’s body against his own, pressing his lips to Y/N’s. Y/N kissed back with the sort of passion that Sirius had imagined, the kind that he believed only existed in the romance books that he used to read as a teenager. Sirius gripped Y/N’s blazer in his hands. 

“Can’t tell if you’ve put your mask back on or-”Y/N began. 

“No, no mask. I’ve just wanted to do that for so long, guess it built up.”Sirius replied, his lips still brushing against Y/N’s. 

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“You’ve thought about it…?”

“Since we were in school, yes. But I figured that as Reg’s friend, it was off limits.”

“Regulus would be pissed, of course. But, I can’t help it. I’m just grieving anyway, right?”Sirius laughed. 

Y/N let out an amused chuckle. “I suppose we could blame it on that.” 

Sirius took a reluctant half step back. Y/N crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at his previously poised friend. 

“So, which room is yours?”Y/N asked. 

Sirius grinned as he lead the way to the master suite of the home. He’d already “disgraced” the room with decoration of his choice, plastering the walls with rock band posters and Gryffindor paraphernalia. He knew that his parents would have had aneurysms just walking into the room. He enjoyed the thought of the small fuck you to the two monsters. 

“Well, happy birthday to me, I guess.”Sirius laughed as he shut the door behind Y/N. 

“Oh? It’s your birthday?”

“Yeah, after school ended I usually just kept it a secret.”

“Then what does the birthday boy want?”

“I already have everything I’ve wanted.”

Sirius took a seat on the end of his bed, pulling Y/N in by Y/N’s belt loops and craning his neck up to kiss the man’s lips again. 

[ao3feed--bughead]

Will we be always? (I wanna be yours)

by MistyHills

Pop star Betty Cooper and rockstar Jughead Jones fell head over heels in love three and half years ago. Fast forward to the present day, and they’ve been broken up for two years ago after she turned down his marriage proposal. Jughead spiralled out of control after she left him and Betty regrets the decision she was forced to make every day. Now their mutual friend, Archie, wants their two bands (The Serpents and The Vixens) to collaborate on an album and embark on a year long world tour together. Resentment, anger, hope and (most importantly) love bubbles between them as they’re drawn again into each other’s orbits as the entire world looks on. As the two grow closer, the mystery surrounding Betty’s rejection threaten to comes to light. What will happen to them when it does? A Bughead Famous Musicians AU.

Words: 5807, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017), Archie Comics & Related Fandoms

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Reggie Mantle, Fangs Fogarty, Toni Topaz, Cheryl Blossom

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Betty Cooper & Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews & Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews & Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones & Sweet Pea

Additional Tags: Angst, Friends to Lovers, Exes, Post-Break Up, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Flashbacks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53222980

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In The Middle Was A Boy (Archie x Jughead)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LoAt3hd

by Stargirlshooter

After Archie finally reached his breaking point with Veronica and Betty. He tries to coop with the heartbreak and guilt, while he develops feelings for his best friend Jughead. Will Archie find true love and live happily ever after? Read and find out!

Words: 993, Chapters: 1/40, Language: English

Fandoms: Archie's Weird Mysteries (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Reggie Mantle, Dilton Doiley, Midge Klump, Moose Mason, Pop Tate

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews/Betty Cooper, Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge

Additional Tags: Archie Andrews & Jughead Jones Friendship, Bisexual Archie Andrews, Protective Jughead Jones, Bisexual Veronica Lodge, Pansexual Jughead, Bisexual Betty, Drama, Pop Tate's Chocklit Shoppe, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LoAt3hd

[wearelondonhq]

HELLO. so coming here to beg for MORE people from riverdale - EVELYN EVERNEVER especially ( edgar misses her dearly and i can promise all the angst ) but also betty cooper, alice cooper, kevin keller, tabitha tate, hermione lodge, reggie mantle, chad gekko AND hiram lodge!!!! reward: the most angsty plots ever!! TY

you heard it here first, folks! special requests have been put out for one evelyn evernever and all of those other riverdale babes! we would absolutely love to see all of those around so come over and bring them to us! you will not regret it!

[vertigoseokjin]

Break my Heart Again

Sweet Pea x Y/N x Reggie (requested)

Break my Heart Again: FINNEAS 

Warning: this displays a toxic poly!relationship and self hate, hints at an abusive relationship

I’m so sorry this took forever to post! Also the ending isn’t that fluffy but-

could i request a poly! with pea, reggie & reader where pea is busy with a new, girl, serpent & reg is helping another girl for something & the reader feels jealous & neglected? angsty with a fluffy ending pls!! :)

Loud laughter echoes through your shared trailer, a sound that usually warms your heart. Yet, today, you only feel uneasy walking into you and your boyfriend's house. There's a motorcycle you've never seen parked outside, and a pair of woman's shoes that definitely don't belong to you.

Although your relationship is made out of three people, Reggie's the only one who resides on the Northside. In order to lessen the living costs, you and Sweet Pea decided to move into a trailer together shortly after the start of your relationship.

It always worked out, the three of you have never fought. Yes, you bickered very often. But that was inevitable when Reggie Mantle and Sweet Pea were anywhere near each other. Yet, you all knew you loved each other. Sure, things have been a bit tense recently, but you brushed it off as stress from school and Serpent things. But now you can't help but wonder if something else has been happening.

"Pea?" You nervously call out, slipping off your own shoes and coat. "Pea, are you home?" You can't help the small crack in your voice when you call his name.

When there's no response, you decide to venture a little further into the trailer, finally making it to the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, you knock gently on the door. "Pea? Babe, are you okay?" Again, no response. Before you can knock again, the door flies open. You flinch back at the sound of the wood colliding with the wall.

"What?" Your eyes widen, shocked at the hostile acknowledgement directed towards you. "Are you going to say anything?" His tone becomes increasingly louder and aggressive.

"I-is everything okay?" You speak through tears, already feeling choked up. Sweet Pea nor Reggie have ever screamed at you the way he is now.

"Everything was okay. Before you decided to piss me off." The tall boy practically growls while rolling his eyes, before walking back into the room and plopping onto the bed. That's when you notice the girl.

She's laying comfortably on your side of the bed, holding your laptop.

As soon as Sweet Pea lays down, she snuggles closer to him, the pair already ignoring you again.

"Pea? Who is this?" The words come out cautiously, not wanting him to blow up again.

"Charlie." He answers simply, no other explanation coming with his introduction. He presses 'play' on the movie they were watching, and the pair immediately burst out in laughter again.

"Pea..." you try again, immediately regretting your decision when Sweet Pea huffs loudly and harshly slams your laptop shut.  

"What? Can't you see we're doing something! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He rapidly begins approaching you, causing you to back away in panic.

Sweet Pea never hit you, or any of his past girlfriends, before, but he also never spoke to you in such a... hateful tone. Rather than striking you like you were expecting, he slams the door shut. You shake the shock from your body, before rushing to the front door to escape Pea's rage.

With nowhere else to go, you find yourself walking in the direction of your other boyfriend's house.

Hurriedly wiping the tears from your red face, you knock gently on the door.

"I got it!" Another feminine voice shouts, not sounding like his mom's or sister's. The door opens to reveal a beautiful, tall girl. She looks to be about your age, with curly brunette hair and seemingly perfect features. Just staring at her adds to your insecurities. "Hey! I don't think we've met, I'm Jennie!" Even her stupid name and personality are perfect.

"H-hi. I...I'm (Y/N)." You fail at matching her enthusiasm. "Is Reggie home?" You force yourself to ask.

"Yeah! I'll run in and get him!" She practically skips into the house, shortly returning with a smiling Reggie. Unfortunately, his smile falls the second he sees you.

"What are you doing here?" He rolls his eyes as he speaks.

"J-just missed you..." you mumble. "I didn't know you were busy, I'm sorry. I'll go..." you drag your feet down the stairs, wishing he'd even say bye in response, but all you get is the door slamming shut.

You begin dragging your feet down the road, unsure where to go now.

Instinctively, you find yourself in front of your best friend's house, Jughead Jones. You almost talk yourself out of knocking due to fear of annoying him too, but there's nowhere else to go.

You knock quietly, the door almost flying open right away.

"(Y/N)? Sweet Pea asked me to look out for you, is everything okay?" You stare at him confused, why would Sweet Pea care about me? "(Y/N)?" Him calling your name again snaps you out of your violent thoughts.

"Sorry! I was just... yeah everything's fine. Can I come in?" You blurt out. He nods uncertainly, but steps over to let you in. "Why did Sweet Pea ask to look out for me?"

"Something about you rushing out with his jacket? I don't know, but he sounded busy." He shrugs uncaring. You look down and notice you are wearing Sweet Pea's signature jacket. You sigh, realizing he doesn't actually care about you. He just needs his jacket. "Everything okay?" He seats himself on the couch, patting the spot next to him.

"Yeah..." you simply mumble, not wanting to get into details about your failing relationship.

"I don't think you'd be here if that was true." He dryly chuckles.

"It's whatever, Jug. Can I spend the night? Thanks." You get up quickly, wanting to avoid the conversation. You hear his delayed yes, but still make a beeline to his spare room.

"I know you don't want to talk, but maybe a date at Pop's with them would clear things up? The three of you should sit and talk." Jughead suggests, leaning on the door frame. You almost laugh at how well he's able to read any situation.

"You're right, I just don't feel like dealing with it right now. They're busy anyway."

"Busy? With what? Charlie?" Your eyes almost bug out of your head.

"You know Charlie?" You almost shout at him.

"Newest Serpent." Jughead states factually. "Sweet Pea threw a tantrum about initiation, got her in without doing the dance." He can't stop the eye roll that comes with his words, where you get chills from remembering your own initiation.

"Really? Do you know anything about her?"

"Not really, she's quiet though. I never really got a chance to speak to her." You release another sigh at his words.

"I bet she's nice. And pretty." A loud groan escapes your mouth following your rant. "Reggie has a new girl too, and she's perfect. I can't compete." Jughead smiles sadly, sitting next to you and hugging you close.

"You don't need to compete, (Y/N). You're perfect." You can't help but let your mood rise a bit after his words.

"You always know how to make me feel better, Juggie."

"Of course. Get some rest, alright? Talk to them tomorrow." He ruffles your hair messily, before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You're able to sleep with your spirits lifted a little.

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The next day, the three of you decided to meet at Pop's for lunch.

You leave Jughead's with a heavy heart after he leaves a gentle kiss to your forehead, in a perfectly brotherly manner.

After the fairly short walk, you decide to get a booth, knowing they tend to arrive late.

You're hoping to get a fixed relationship out of the conversation.

However, you're met with surprise when you see four seated at a booth, instead of two like you were expecting.

Reggie, Sweet Pea, Charlie, and Jennie are all seated together.

You cautiously walk up to their table, unsure how to act.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Jennie says cheerfully. "We ordered fries for you!" She pushes a plate full of clearly half eaten fries in your direction. You still crack a little smile at the the effort.

"I... I just thought it was gonna be the three of us?" You ask weakly, still standing over their booth. Rather than a response from the two you came to meet, Jennie pops in again with a small gasp.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know we were intruding! Here, me and Charlie can grab another table!" Jennie goes to collect her stuff, before being stopped by Reggie.

"No, it's fine. I don't know why she's acting like that." Reggie rolls his eyes, Sweet Pea and Charlie still not even bothering to look at you.

"Reggie, it's really our fault. We should've known it was a date when you said (Y/N) was coming." The bright smile still doesn't leave her face.

"It's okay, sorry Jennie." You finally force yourself to speak. "I was just a little confused, I'll pull a chair over." You leave to find an empty chair, dragging it over to the head of the table. Yet, once you sit, the group resume in their previous conversation, excluding you. You just sit quietly, pushing your plate of fries around, having lost your appetite from the interaction.

"Alright, I think we're gonna head home." Reggie finally acknowledges you. Jennie and he begin collecting their stuff, leaving you unsure on what to do.

All you want to do is lay down on your own bed, maybe cry a little, and just go to sleep. But you don't know if Sweet Pea and Charlie are going to your trailer.

"Yeah, us too." Sweet Pea follows, stretching as he gets up from the booth.

"Pea? Are you going home?" You finally gather the courage to ask, holding your breath as you wait for a response.

"Why?" He snaps again, still not looking at you.

Does he hate me that much he can't even look at me?

"I... I do-don't want to bother y-you guys if yo-you're going ba-back to the trailer." You struggle to get the words out.

"Good, cause we are." He rolls his eyes again, shoving past you, Charlie closely following.

"Hey, (Y/N), Reggie and I were going to head back to my place. Would you want to come? We're probably watching a movie or something." She smiles sweetly at you, but you still let yourself be swayed by the look of disgust on Reggie's face.

"It's alright, but thank you for the offer." You mumble, staring at your torn up shoes.

"Are you sure? Don't you live with Sweet Pea? Where are you spending the night?"

"I'll figure it out, Jennie. But thank you for caring." You try to give her a genuine smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes.

"Alright, good night (Y/N)!" Her and Reggie leave you sitting alone in the chair you pulled over, once again not knowing where to go.

After a deep sigh and covering your face with your hands, you pull yourself up and let your feet guide you. Talking yourself out of bothering Jughead again, you decide to break into his father's office instead.

FP Jones barely uses it anyway, it's more of a storage room. But, lucky for you, there's a recliner big enough for you to spend the long night.

You sadly curl up on the chair, allowing yourself to shed a few tears, before calling it a night. _____________________________________________________________________

Unfortunately, a voice wakes you before your alarm goes off.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing?" You roll off the sofa in surprise, making eye contact with the owner of the office you broke into.

"Mr. Jones! Sorry! I was going to leave in the morning but I fell asleep... I'm so sorry. I'll clean everything up an-" he simply holds a hand up to silence you.

"Don't worry about it. You didn't even touch anything." You sigh in relief, feeling thankful for your close relationship with him. "But you are going to explain to me what you're doing in my office at the ass crack of dawn." He plops himself down on his office chair, scanning your disheveled appearance.

"I don't really wanna talk about it..." you mumble, trying to get out of the situation.

"Then you shouldn't have broken into my office. C'mon, spill." A deep sigh escapes your lips, before you finally nod in defeat.

"It's Sweet Pea and Reggie," your voice is barely audible, too embarrassed to properly speak to the gang leader about your relationship drama.

"They hurting you?" His posture immediately stiffens into a defensive stance, causing panic to course through you.

"No! Of course not! They'd never, Mr. Jones."

"Then what's the problem?"

"They've just been ignoring me, I guess." You mumble sadly.

"Charlie?" You hate how the Jones's know you so well. You're unable to hide any thought or problem from them.

"...yeah, and this other Northsider. Jennie. They're... perfect, Mr. Jones. And I'm not. I can't blame them." He responds to your self hate with a soft sigh, not knowing how to respond.

Teenage problems have changed a lot since he was growing up.

"Don't put yourself down like that, kid." FP replies with uncertainty, never really the best at advice. His dad would just smack him over the head and tell him to get his shit together.

"It's okay, Mr. Jones. I'll get going, thank you for letting me stay the night."

"Course, Charlie. My office is always open for you to break in to." You try to smile in response, but the smile doesn't reach your eyes. Then, you swiftly exit his office, still embarrassed from being caught in the first place.

You sigh to yourself, still so confused.

When did everything get so complicated?

_______________________________________________________

You walked over to Jughead's house again, still temporarily homeless. As always, he welcomes you happily, deciding to kill time by cuddling and watching a movie. Always unable to stay awake during movies, you feel your eyes drifting shut right after Jughead points out the most important part. Still, you rest your head fully on Jughead's shoulder and pull him a little closer.

"Hey, your phone's blowing up." He rasps, shaking you awake gently.  You thanked him softly, squinting as the light from your phone burned your eyes. You were shocked when you saw your phone practically flooded with texts from Sweet Pea and Reggie. "Who's it?" He slurs, tiredness obviously hindering his actions.

"Pea and Reg." You mumble, throwing your phone to the side.

"You're not responding?" He woke up a little more at the sound of the names causing you so much distress.

"No." You answer firmly, with no thought, just holding him tighter. Jughead releases a quiet laugh at your answer, but has no problem with accepting it.

They can wait.

________________________________________

Later that night, you finally forced yourself to answer their endless calls and texts. Your phone is filled with panicked texts and voicemails wondering where you disappeared to.

You roll over on the bed you decided to share with Jughead for the night, seeing he's still asleep. Not wanting to bother him, you slowly roll out of his bed, leaving him a note about your situation.

You call Sweet Pea, curious of his sudden care towards you.

"Hey," you're so shocked of him answering right away you forget to respond. "Babe?"

"Yea-Yeah! Hi!" You almost shout.

"Reg and I were wondering if you want to have a movie night? We haven't seen you in a while." You hold back a scoff, choosing to keep the air clear.

"O-okay. Can I come over now?" You ask weakly. You almost want to ask if Charlie and Jennie are going to be there, but you hold yourself back. You start walking in the direction of Reggie's house, assuming the movie night is hosted by him as usual. The walk isn't too long, maybe 15 minutes, and the weather was nice so you weren't complaining. You really did miss them.

"Of course. Meet us at Reggie's." Always a man of few words, you assume the conversation is over there. However, you bring the phone back to your ear when you hear them speak again.

"Hello?" But you go unanswered.

"I don't know, Reg. She's been getting on my nerves lately." You don't want to eavesdrop, but you're unable to help it. You know you should hang up, but your relationship has been on the verge of completely falling apart, and you'd do almost anything if it even gave you a chance at fixing it.

"(Y/N)? I know what you mean." You can almost hear the eye roll that came along with the agreement. "She's so clingy. It was cute at first, but I don't know if I can keep up."

"...we shouldn't make it too obvious though, right? We have been ignoring her recently, she doesn't deserve that." A gentle smile cracks through your face when you hear the little concern he has for you, but it quickly fades at the remembrance of their previous words.

"I mean, I guess." You can almost hear the shrug that comes with those words, Sweet Pea needs to maintain his careless persona.

Finally deciding you heard enough, you hang up and gather the courage to knock on the door.

"Coming!" Reggie's deep voice shouts. The door flies open quickly, his smiling face greeting you.

"Hi." You say quietly, genuinely not wanting to annoy them with the sound of your voice.

"Hey babe!" Reggie exclaims, coming closer to embrace you.

How can he be acting so normal?  You ask yourself.

"Hey." You utter another greeting, but trying to avoid his hug.

"Babe? Is everything okay?" Slipping off your shoes and dropping your bag neatly by the door, you respond with a gentle nod. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I just think I'm coming down with something..." your voice lowers in volume with every word, eyes drifting to stare at the floor.

"Really? Do you need tea? Medicine? PEA! Boil some hot water!" Reggie commands, coming closer to try and embrace you again, to which you back away quickly.

"No! It's okay!" You internally panic at the thought of bothering Sweet Pea with your needs. "I don't need anything, I'm fine." Reggie still stares at you uncertainty, but accepting the odd behavior.

"...okay, just let us know if you need anything. We missed you!" You only nod in response, trying to reduce the amount of times you speak to them in a day.

"Hi, sweetheart." Another deep voice sounds from behind you. You flinch at the sudden appearance, turning to face your other boyfriend. "You feeling okay?" Instead of allowing a gentle forehead kiss to happen, something that always helped you relax, you rapidly nod your head so he doesn't attempt to come closer than he already is.

"I'm fine." You squeak out again, walking past both of them to sit on the couch.

The pair share a suspicious look behind your back, before shrugging and coming to join you on the couch.

Sweet Pea beats Reggie to the spot next to you, immediately pulling you closer to him and attempting to cuddle with you. However, you hurriedly shove his arm off, moving to sit on the recliner positioned diagonal from the couch.

"I think I'm sick, I don't want to give you my virus." You make up on the spot, curling up in a ball in your seat.

"Babe, it's alright if you're sick. We don't care." Reggie approaches you slowly, placing his hands on the arms of the chair, caging you in so you can't run again. "It'll be more comfortable if you sit on the couch with us, come on."

"I just feel hot, Reggie. It's cooler over here." You mumble again, curling under the blanket draped over the recliner. He sends you an odd look, but shrugs when he realizes he's in a losing battle.

"Alright..." he takes a seat next to Sweet Pea, the pair sharing a blanket with their eyes glued to the movie playing. You smile sadly at the sight of them sitting together. They look... perfect. It only adds to how out of place you've been feeling lately. You sitting in the middle of them would just ruin the picture perfect image.

Another gentle sigh escapes you, but you try to focus on the movie instead of them.

"Hey, babe, don't you like that actor?" Reggie asks, but you just nod stiffly, not even sure what or who they're talking about. You've long since zoned out of the movie, you wouldn't even be able to tell them the title if they asked. You miss the look they exchange, the only actors on the screen are from an infomercial about adult diapers. Something's clearly wrong with you.

"Okay, do we need to talk about something?" Sweet Pea finally cuts through the awkwardness, turning the TV off. "You're acting weirder than normal." He directs towards you, but you still refuse to make eye contact.

"No." A short answer, still trying to not talk around them.

"(Y/N), it'll be easier if you just talk to us." Reggie tries to urge you into speaking. You finally lift your head up, looking rapidly between the two of them. "You know you can tell us anything." He smiles softly, trying to ease you into speaking. You shut your eyes tightly, before taking a deep breath.

"I think we should break up." You finally blurt out without thinking. The two boys' mouths widen in shock, not fully comprehending your words.

"Break up? Why?" Sweet Pea can't stop the anger flooding into his tone from your impulsive suggestion.

"Just... because." You mutter, not knowing how to vocalize your thoughts from the last month.

"Sweetie, we're gonna need more than a 'because' if you want to break up." Sweet Pea's naturally condescending tone makes you feel even worse about the situation.

"I-I don't know." You stupidly say, opting to stare at your hands.

"You don't know?" He stands up suddenly, rapidly walking towards you.

"Pea, calm down." Reggie snaps, blocking your body from Sweet Pea. "We're going to sit down and have a calm conversation, does that work for everyone?" You just nod, Sweet Pea rolling his eyes in anger.

"Whatever." He grumbles, sitting down in his previous seat on the couch.

"Baby, you have to have a reason." Reggie tries again.

"I just don't want to bother you anymore..." you mutter, tearing up slightly.

"Bother us?" Sweet Pea's tone softens slightly, but he's still in a slightly defensive stance.

"I mean... you guys have new people now." You chuckle slightly. "You don't really need me anymore. We haven't even talked in at least a month. You're all so happy with Jennie and Charlie, I don't want to be in the middle of it anymore." They stare at you in what you're assuming is anger. "I'll just go guys. I'm sorry for ruining your night." You get up quickly, making a beeline for the door. However, both of the men stop you, Sweet Pea picking you up and gently placing you back on the couch. You're surprised to see the tears in his eyes.

"Baby... baby we're so sorry." He cries into your shoulder, causing your own tears to fall.

"No, don't say sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't better for you." You choke out through sobs.

"That's not true." Reggie rasps, tears flooding his own eyes. The three of you sit huddled together on the couch, unable to speak anymore through the never ending sobs.

"We love you, baby." Sweet Pea finally breaks the silence, pressing a small kiss to her cheek after wiping her tears.

"We love you so much." Reggie adds, squeezing the both of you tighter. Their hearts break when they hear your little sobs and Sweet Pea goes to wipe your tears.

"Can we fix this?" You finally force yourself to ask, still not able to see a solution within the love they're giving you.

"Of course!" Reggie and Sweet Pea exclaim loudly.

"We'll do whatever we need to make up for it." Reggie tearfully promises, kissing your forehead.

You feel nothing but love being in their arms in this moment, but something doesn't feel right still.

You still have so many questions.

"But... why were you so mean?" In any other scenario, the boys would have swooned at how adorable your childlike tone came off. Yet, it only breaks their heart more. It's another reminder at how badly they messed up.

"I don't know, baby. I-"

"That's not good enough!" They also jump away in shock at your sudden outburst. Your voice hardly ever went past a gentle whisper. "I- you all made me feel worthless! I spent this past month wondering what I did wrong and I couldn't even go home because you and Charlie were always in our room! I need more than an I don't know." Your anger is radiating off of you, but you can only feel proud at finally standing up for yourself. But they just stare at you blankly. "If you don't have an answer, I'm going to go back to Jug's house until you know what you want from me."

"No, let's just sit and-"

"I waited a month, Reggie. I need an answer now."

"Honestly, we don't have one." Sweet Pea bluntly states. "I know you want an explanation and reasons, but we can't give you one. But we can give you a promise to never let it happen again. Hell, we won't even need to contact Charlie or Jennie ever again," Reggie nods in agreement, "so, can we try again?"

"Yeah, we're so sorry, baby." Reggie chimes in. "We love you more than anything and I can't believe how badly we messed up. Just give us a second chance, baby? Please?"

You know you shouldn't. Everything is screaming at you to run away back to your safety and forget about them, let them be happy with their new girls.

But... the amount of love in their eyes right now makes it hard to doubt their truthfulness.

"Okay." You mumble weakly. "Okay. Let's try again." You're suddenly tackled by two large figures, the three of you collapsing onto the couch. They start peppering every inch of your face and neck in kisses, causing giggles to erupt from all of you.

You suddenly feel like you won't regret this decision.

[southsidewrites]

“I think it’s more me than you.  They think I never should have even gotten involved with you.”

“Do you agree with them?”

“No, I don’t.  Shit, I—look, the past two weeks have been fucking hard. Everyone’s doing their damndest to tell us we shouldn’t be together, but I don’t agree with them.  These two weeks have been the best of my life.”

An Equal and Opposite Reaction || Sweet Pea x Reader

[babeydollx]

❥ Riverdale Masterlist

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

| $ - Smut | * - Fluff | # - Angst | ! - Dark Content |

↳ Betty Cooper

↳ Veronica Lodge

↳ Jughead Jones

↳ Toni Topaz

(more coming soon)

[inagetawaycarxo]

The Turning  Point

Pairing: Reader x Rex OC

Characters:  Y/n, Archie, Fred, Rex, Reggie, Betty.

Fandom: Riverdale

Summary: Y/n changes when she realises that her relationship with Reggie was based on a bet. Her father and friends start to get worried when she hangs out with a Southside serpent with a criminal record.

Based on this request x

WARNINGS: break ups, hook ups, tears, semi flashbacks, angst, alcohol, drugs, sex (mentioned/implied), fighting, fake id’s.

Word Count: 3160

Request box is open.

A/n: since you are Archie’s twin sister it’s only fair your hair colour is red. I apologise that I didn’t post this Sunday. Sorry is this is horrible.

Archie took a deep breath, walking up the stairs slowly, until he reached the door. He stopped in front of your bedroom door. To say he was nervous, was an understatement. He said he would tell you that your relationship with Reggie was based on a bet, that he didn’t love you. Though Betty thought she should tell you because after all, she was your best friend. Though Archie disagreed, he thought he should be the one to tell you.

So here Archie was standing in front of your door, his hand raising to knock on your door, only for it to open, revealing you, all dressed up.

“Hey, arch, can’t talk going on a date.” You rambled, walking past him, only for him to grab your forearm, stopping you.

“What’s wrong? Is this important? Because I have somewhere else to be.” You questioned.

Archie let out a sigh. He knew this would break you.

“Arch, what is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, getting concerned when he didn’t speak.

“It’s about Reggie.” Archie sighed.

“What about Reggie?” you asked, getting impatient.

“He’s not in love with you, Y/n, he’s using you. Your relationship was based on a bet.” Archie spoke.

“You’re lying.” You denied, glaring at him. How could he lie to you?

“Y/n, I’m telling you the truth, your name is in the book.” Archie sighed.

“I don’t believe.” You growled.

Archie quickly took out his phone, looking down at it. Opening the text message that Betty sent him.

He looked up only to see you half way down the stairs.

“Y/n wait.” Archie shouted. Making you turn around.

“Funny joke, Arch, don’t you think its.” You hissed.

“I’m not joking, look.” Archie sighed, handing you his phone.

Your facial expression dropped, as well as your heart beat, as you looked at the photo.

“No.” you muttered, a tear falling from your eyes.

You quickly handed it back to him, walking down the stairs.

“No.” you sobbed, running your fingers through your red hair.

“y/n.” Archie spoke, walking down the stairs.

“I need air.” You cried, walking out the door, Archie following you.

“y/n, wait.” Archie shouted out, only to get the door slammed in his face.

 You walked down the sidewalk. Tears falling from your eyes, your face drained of emotion.

Why would Archie say that, was he kidding? Or maybe his right, that Reggie, didn’t love you at all. He was just using you, for some bet.

You couldn’t believe how stupid you were. Of course, Reggie doesn’t truly love you. No one does.

“Y/n.” Betty called out.

“Not now b.” you grumbled, whipping your eyes with the back of your hand, as you quickened your pace.

That didn’t stop Betty, she quickly reached out and grabbed your arm, abruptly turning you around.

“Did Archie tell you?” she asked, standing in front of you, her face full of concern.

“That the guy I thought I love didn’t love me at all, that it was all just a bet. Yeah, he did. I’m so stupid for believing he would ever love me.” You grumble, glaring at her.

“You’re not stupid for loving someone. Reggie, is just a jerk. ” she spoke softly. She wanted to comfort you. You didn’t deserve this.

“Don’t try and make me feel like I am the victim, I’m unlovable.” You shouted, your eyes watering with tears.

“That’s not true, you’re not unlovable, and you’ll find the right guy.” Betty sighed.

“Do you ever get tired of telling me lies?” you asked. Giving her a cold stare.

“Y/n, I’m not lying to you, Reggie wasn’t the right guy for you, he didn’t give you the love you deserve.” Betty spoke, looking at you with sadness.

“You were right about one thing, that Reggie didn’t love me that a guy I like him would never love me that he must be up to something. Guess what, you were right?” You yelled, wouldn’t tears now streaming down your cheek. Betty’s eyes watering. She bit her lip before answering.

“Y/n.-” Betty started to say, only for you to cut her off. “Just leave me alone, you Archie, and everyone else.” You grumbled, walking off…

By the time you got to pop’s your mascara was ruined, your cheeks were red, and your eyes were puffy. You didn’t feel sad anymore, you just felt anger.

“Y/n, what happened?” Reggie asked, standing up, as you walked towards him.

“YOU.” You shouted. Glaring at him. Your hand slapping hard against his cheek. While gaining the attention of customers. Jughead poked his head up.

“Ow.” Reggie groaned, rubbing his stinging cheek.

“You are such an asshole.” You grumbled, your hand still stinging from hitting his cheek hard. But you didn’t care.

“What did I do?” he asked.

Oh the nerve, he doesn’t even acknowledge what he did was wrong.

“What did you do-” you growled, only to be cut off by Reggie, before you could start ranting.

“Yeah.” Reggie said, making you growl.

“How dare you, act like you don’t know what you did, how dare you act like you’re a victim, you used me for a bet. Which might I added, just proves you’re a shallow asshole jock.” You growled.

“Oh, that, I can explain.” He spoke nonchalantly. Making you beyond pissed. To the point, you wanted to punch him in the face.

“Save it, Reggie, I don’t need your lies.” You hissed.

“Y/n, just listen to me, at first it was all a bet, then when spent more time together it changed.” Reggie spoke.

“Do you ever get tired of telling lies, of manipulating people?” you growled, clenching your fist.

“Well, you can’t talk, you were practically a frigid bitch before I had sex with you.” Reggie spoke.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Reggie, the sex wasn’t even that great by the way.” You snarled, glaring at him.

You could hear a small cough behind you, as Reggie let out a dark chuckle narrowing his eyes at you.

“You know, I can tell everyone that you are a whore, and they will, believe me, I made you a somebody.” Reggie snapped.

You glared at him, raising your fist, and punched him square in the nose.

“Go to hell, Reggie, and when you get there stay there.” You growled, walking away, leaving Reggie to cup his bleeding nose.

Jughead wondered if he should or shouldn’t go after you. Choosing on going after you, he closed his laptop, putting it into his bag.

 “Y/n.” Jughead sighed, trying to catch up to your fast pace.

“Don’t.” you grumbled, spinning around to face Jughead, your cheeks stained with mascara.

“If it helps, least you don’t have too bad sex anymore.” Jughead spoke, making you smile.

“You should go home, I'm fine.” You sighed, walking away from him, not even waiting to hear his reply.

~~~

You gripped the glass tight, glaring at the couple that sat in the booth in front of you.

“You look cute when you glare, you look like a little kitten.” A deep male voice said, from beside you.

You let out a scoff. What a lame pickup line you thought to yourself

The guy quickly sat in front of you smirking at you. He’s eyes staring at you with curiosity, his fingers running through his black hair.

God he was so hot you thought, quickly looking down at your drink.

“Names rex.” The raven haired boy introduced himself, smirking at you.

“Not interest.” You grumbled, bringing the glass up to your lips. The raven haired boy let out a chuckle.

“Well, I don’t do relationships, so, I’m not really wanting anything.” He spoke deeply, making you cross your legs. Feeling a pool of wetness, of course your body had to disobey you.

“Course not, you wreck girls panties and hearts and do drugs.” You grumbled, noticing his Southside serpent jacket.

Rex let out an amused chuckle. Biting his bottom lip.

“Am I ruining yours?” he asked, leaning closer. Giving you a sly wink.

“Perv.” You grumbled. Drinking the rest of liquid.

“You are just too precious.” He laughed. Leaning back on the chair.

“Whatever, I need another drink to listen to your pickup lines.” You grumbled, trying not to look into his brown eyes.

“You are sure fiery red.” He snickered.

“Only my friends call me red, and well you’re just a guy in a bar, trying to lure me into your web of lies than have sex with me, then when I’m truly madly deeply in love with you, I find out your love was based on a bet, a lie, and when I confront you, you act like a victim, then you call me a frigid bitch, a whore, and that you want to tarnish my reputation.” You spoke rudely. Directing you're angry onto Rex.

“I’m guessing a guy broke your heart.” Rex sighed.

“He used me for a bet, it was all a lie.” You sobbed, crying again. Rex’s eyes widen. Great, he thought to himself.

“So cliché like.” Rex said, taking out a pack of cigarettes, taking out one and lighting it up.

You let out a sob, your head falling, Rex rolled his eyes, missing your fiery personality.

Rex let out a huff of smoke.

“How about I make you forget about your so called ex-boyfriend?” Rex spoke.

Your head snapped up, looking at him through your watery eyes.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Rex let out a moan. Taking a few more puffs out of his cigarette before he put it out.

“I’m saying you're attractive, I’m attractive, and well I’m sure a little one night stand won’t hurt anybody, and I can defiantly make you forget his name. I’ll be your drug.” He smirked, his voice Deeping with every word, his eyes darkening with lust. You let out a tiny moan.

“Just once.” You whimpered, as the pool of wetness came back.

“That’s how I roll, red.” He smirked, as you stood up, him following suite.

“Then let’s do it.” you spoke, as he grabbed your hand, both of you’s existing the bar. Leading to his motorbike.

“You scared of motorbikes?” he asked, handing you a helmet.

“No.” you answered, putting the helmet on, smirking at him.

“Good, I like a chick who can handle a motorbike.” He spoke.

“I bet you do.” you smirked. Hopping onto the motorbike, your hands wrapped around his waist…

 A few minutes later, Rex led you into his trailer, his lips capturing yours, as his hands gripped your sides. Tearing each other’s clothes off, Rex led you towards his bedroom, closing the door….

 “What’s the matter?” Rex asked, as he played with your hair, noticing your frown.

“I don’t want this to be a one night stand I want more.” You whined, turning on your side to look at him. Rex looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“You want this to be a relationship?” Rex asked.

“No, not a relationship, you know, that thing people have.” You tried to say, making Rex smirk.

“A fling?” Rex inquired.

“Yeah, that.” You answered, smiling at him.

“Can’t get enough of me red?” Rex teased, his hand tickling your side.

“Yeah.” You giggled.

“I’m sure I can bend the rules for you red.” Rex laughed, making you let out a giggle…

~~~~

To say Rex changed your behavior was a total understatement. It was like your whole personality changed. You stole stuff, you came home smelling like alcohol, cigarettes, and sex. You started to fight with your dad and your brother. You become more distant to your friend, dyed your hair black. You ditched classes, started fights, which got expelled from school.

Your dad had enough, He couldn’t get through to you. He tried and tried, but nothing worked, he revoked your electronic privileges, taking your phone and laptop away from you, thinking that would bring you back down to earth. But it didn’t. It broke your dad’s heart, to see his little girl change into something he didn’t recognize anymore.

 You closed the door softly, trying not to make a sound. You turned around, your eyes widening in shock.

“Hey, dad.” You greeted, giving him a fake smile.

“Where have you been?” he asked, still standing on the stairs.

“Does it matter, I’m home, safe and sound.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

He shook his head, anger boiling inside of him. He was done with your late night Ron de vus, your shitty attitude, coming home smelling like cigarettes, alcohol, and sex. He was done. It was time he grounded you.

“This isn’t you.” He spoke.

“Last time I checked in the mirror, it was me.” You grunted. Only making your dad glare at you.

“I don’t even recognize you anymore.” He grumbled.

“Well, it’s me your daughter, so, can I go up the stairs now.” You muttered.

“No, you and I are going to have an overdue chat, missy.” He grumbled.

“Oh, goodie.” You sarcastically spoke, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

“I’m disappointed in you, skipping classes and getting expelled from school, wrecking your health by doing drugs, smoking, drinking, going out late at night to do god knows what. Icing your old friends out. You’ve changed y/n, you let a boy change you, wreck your life, who turned you into someone you’re not. Your mother and I did not raise you to be disrespectful and misbehaved.” He ranted.

“I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment.” You spat out.

“I don’t have any other choice but to ground you, I forbid you from seeing that washed up boy, who will get nowhere in life. From now on you will focus on your future, you have a meeting with the principal next Monday, hopefully, they will let you back in. You will study and get good grades, you won’t go down this path again.” He ordered.

“Are you serious?” you shouted, you couldn’t believe him.

“One 100 percent. This will be good for you, better than a jail cell, which is where you will be heading if you keep hanging out with him, or worse you’ll end up in a morgue.” he answered.

You let out a frustrated yell. Clenching your fist tight, anger boiling up inside you.  

“I HATE YOU, I’D RATHER BE IN A MORGUE THEN IN THIS HOUSE.” You screamed, turning around and walking out the door.

Your dad still standing on the steps, his face going pale, as his heart fell. Your words cutting him. He quickly took a seat on the steps. Eyes filling with tears. Starring at the door you just stormed out of.

“Dad?” Archie asked, as he sat beside him.

“She hates me.” He mumbled.

“No, she doesn’t that’s just her anger talking.” Archie spoke, making his dad shake his head.

“I’m going to go out and find her.” Archie spoke, getting up and running up the stairs to grab his shoes. Once he put them on he ran down the stairs, seeing his dad in the same spot.

“Dad, she’s going to come back.” Archie reassured him, making his dad look up.

“I’ll find her.” Archie sighed, opening the door.  He looked at his dad, then made his way out of the door...

Where did he go wrong? Should he have been stricter with you, put you in a boarding school? He couldn’t send you away. Fred thought to himself…

 ~~~~

You finally reached rex’s house. Anger boiling inside as you entered his house. Just as you were about to rant, you heard a female moaning, thing

“Seriously?” you muttered, walking back out of his house.

Of course, he would move on from you, Reggie didn’t truly love you, and he moved on from you, and now Rex.

You could only blame yourself. You let a boy change you, you pretty much let a boy change you into someone you didn’t even recognize yourself.

You leaned against the school bleachers, sliding down, as the tears started to fall from your eyes.

You screwed up. You wrecked your relationship with your friends, made your grades go downhill, and most importantly you told your dad you hated him even though you don’t.

All because of some boy, who clearly couldn’t care less about you.

 “You might want to change your hide out spots if you don’t want to be found.” Archie spoke, as he sat down next to you.

You turned your head to look at him, tear’s streaming down your face.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Archie cooed, bringing you into a hug.

“It’s not Archie, it’s not okay, I was such a bitch, toI changed into this teenage monster, who ditched school, friends and her family, just for some stupid boy, who used me for sex.” You sobbed. Archie let out a sigh.

“Yeah, I know, don’t forget you dyed your hair black, it’s so horrible.” Archie spoke.

You let out a small giggle.

“I don’t hate dad, I hate myself.” You mumbled. Pulling away from Archie’s hug.

“We all make mistakes, y/n, that’s just life, but know that, me, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead, dad, we still love you, no matter what. Even with your horrible black hair.” Archie spoke.

“It’s wash out.” You sighed.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, looking down at the ground.

“Good. You want to go back, before dad gets worried about mtoo, and sends out a search party for us?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, as both of you’s got up…

 “So, what’s the deal with Rex?” Archie asked, as you’s walked side by side. His hands, resting in his jacket pocket.

“He’s another Reggie, he was just using me for sex.” you sighed. Not really that bothered.

“Well, technically Reggie used you for a bet.” You turned your head to the side to face him, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Just saying, Rex was bad news.” Archie huffed.

“Yep.” You muttered.

Silence took over, as you made it back home.

You stopped when you’s reached the door.

“You okay?” Archie asked. Looking at you with concern.

You shook your head yes.

“Remember what I said y/, we all make mistakes, but we still love you.” Archie spoke, softly. His hand still on the doorknob.

You nodded at Archie, as he opened the door, walking in, with you walking behind him. Archie shut the door, after you came in.

“Hey, where home.” Archie announced.

“Dad.” You whispered, as he came into the foyer. He’s eyes red.

“Dad, it’s okay if you hate me, I hate me to.” You mumbled.

He quickly walked to you wrapping his arms around you. Both of you’s started to cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I don’t want to end up in a morgue.” you sobbed.

“Sh.” He hushed, holding you closer.

“I promise, I will focus on school, and not let a boy change me again.” You promised.

“I know, honey, I love you.” He sighed.

“I love you too.” You mumbled, as he hugged you tighter...

[icantstopjaehyun]

Bad Guy

Pt.1 (?)

(Gif not mine)

Betty and Veronica walked down the school hallway at lunch break, looking for the third girl in their friend group. They exchanged looks, not looking forward to the conversation the had to have with you. It's not easy to tell your best friend that the guy she'd been head over heels for is actually with her for some lame points from his lame friends.

The spotted you, putting your books away so you could go to lunch. With quick steps they caught up with you just after you closed your locker, hiding the pictures you had with them and Reggie, your boyfriend.

"Hey y/n, is it okay if we have lunch outside? We have to talk to you about something" Betty started with a sympathetic smile painted on her face. Ronnie looked at you the same way, but only nodded to the blonde's proposal.

"Sure, I guess" you looked at them with sceptical eyes, "is everything okay though? You are kinda scarring me".

The three of you made your way outside, and sat under a shade of a big tree. "Baby, we have some bad news about Mantle" Veronica spoke for the first time, "and I'm afraid that there is no easy way to say this".

You looked at her with a confused expression but before you could question what this was all about, Betty cut in, finally saying something that you had to know, about your relationship.

"We talked with Ethel, the girl that got bullied by Chuck. We discovered that he and his friends, incuding Reggie, have a 'playbook' where they write the names of girls in the school and then try to get to them, only to earn points by their friends and make fun of the girls", she exhaled, "we broke into school last night and found the book".

Veronica continued after taking my hand in hers and looking into my eyes. "I'm so sorry baby, your name is in the book, next to Reggie's".

All emotion drained from your face, putting on a strong mask even though it was your most trusted friends you have infront of you.

Your hand stilled and your body tensed. After some minutes you slowly got up and after uttering an 'I would like to be alone please' you never even bothered to look back, only walking towards your car that drove you to your home.

The trip from school to your bed was something you never registered in your mind. You only knew the girls tried to stop you but eventually gave up, aknowledging your need to be alone and let the fact that the guy you liked so much only dated you for some points settle in.

Sleep overtook you, after hours of crying, and you welcomed it like an old friend after an emotianally exhausting day.

--

Knocks on your bedroom window woke you up from your sleep. They were persistent and were getting louder by the second. Checking the time from your alarm clock you did a double take, the bright green letters reading 8:46 in the afternoon.

Now you knew who would be the only person knocking on your window at this time, but since you weren't sure how to face him after what you learned earlier in the day, you kept your windows locked and opted to text him a simple 'please stop'.

'Baby, talk to me' and 'what's wrong' were his replies that came immediately after you send the text.

The pebbles stopped but your phone buzzed without break for at least 5 minutes. Then only once and then never again in the evening.

You knew ignoring him would only make things worse. Things like this should be talked out between two people. But right now, the only thing you could do is think about your girls, and how you needed them at the moment. So you called them both, and asked them to bring ice cream with.

B and V were at your doorstep in a quarter and from that moment a marathon of stress eating, crying and watching sappy movies started and ended with your friends sleeping over, your parents not even questioning it anymore.

--

You walked into school the next morning, the sun shining as if mocking you and your misery. Ronnie had decided that waking up early in the morning, having a good breakfast and actually putting some effort in your outfit was a good start for such a difficult day.

It worked for a while, but now that you run into your boyfriend (?) at the school halway, there wasn't much a nice skirt and a pretty top could do to help you.

Reggie looked like he didn't sleep at all last night, and honestly, you didn't know how that made you feel. You cared about the boy, even when he broke your heart.

His face brightened up when he spotted you in the crowd though, and he made his way to you in big strides.

"Hi princess, I missed you yesterday" he said with a questioning look in his orbs.

Ignoring his greeting you got straight to the point, "we need to talk, Reggie, but I don't want to do this here" you looked around.

A frown took over his face, an even more worried look evident in the way he spoke. "Do you want to skip first period with me then?" He asked and reached a hand out, waiting for you to link your fingers together. But you didn't and it only made him more upset.

"Yes, let's go to Pop's" you noded and turned towards the exit, ignoring his palm that reached for yours.

He drove and the car that was once filled with music and off-tune singing was silent and the atmoshaire was gloomy. By now, Reggie wrecked his brain for something that had happened the last weeks that could lead to this situation but he came up with nothing.

You opened the door to Pop's, the bell ringing over your body and you slidded into a booth in the almost empty diner.

"Okay baby, I have to know what's going on, you are worriyng me so much right now" he pleaded and looked at you with sad eyes.

"I know about the playbook" you replied at first and when he didn't respond you specified, "I know I'm worth 8 points for your game" you said you said in between sharp breaths, at this point barely keeping it together.

Reggie took a deep breath, obviously trying to respont to the reveal. It seemed like nothing he tried to say made sence so he decided to wing it, to tell you the truth that you deserve.

"Y/n I want you to look into my eyes when I say this okay?"

"I don't think there's really anything to say Reg-"

"Just this once, okay baby?" He insisted and you just signed, letting him continue. "I know how this sounds, I do. But it was a stupid thing between us guys that never made sence but we did it anyway to make ourselves feel good and to climb the social ladder" he scoffed and turned his gaze, as if recalling the time they agreed on making the damned book.

"I had a big crush on you for about some time before I actually approached you and that was the reason I faught to write my name next to yours instead of Chuck".

You had a whiplash at this new information, the sock evident in your expression, "Wait, did Chuck Clayton actually want to use me as he did Ethel and those poor girls?"

"Yes, he and I haven't been on great terms since that argument" he confirmed.

"Please, continue".

He sighed, "I got to put my name next to yours on the book, but it served as a push for me to finally make a move, I swear," he locked eyes with me, "You have to believe me, darling, these past months with you were the best I have ever had with someone" Reggie confessed.

But that was your breaking point. How dare he turn this around on you? How dare he lie more than he already had?

"That's the thing, Mantle, I don't have to believe anything that comes out of those lips" you looked at him dead in the eye for a moment and then grabbed your bag and got up.

"You're not a bad boy, Reggie," you looked at him one last time before walking out the door of the shop.

"You're a bad guy".

[stan-joonies]

The Lodge In a Beautiful Relationship

Summary: the pearl wearing new girl seems to have caught a interest in Reggie Mantle. However, little does she care, he has a girlfriend.

Requests Are Open!

I got so carried away!!

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Veronica Lodge hung from Betty's arm.

"So...you and Archie?" Betty rolled her eyes.

"Nothings going on between us," She stated, pulling Veronica hastily towards their next lesson.

"But you want something to go on." Veronica grinned at the blonde's red face. "It's ok, i wont tell." She promised, smiling softly when she saw Betty let out a big breath.

"Thanks Veronica,"

"No worries," they got to class, Ronnie pushing Betty to the back of the class. "So," she said, sitting down and pulling out a few books. "If Archibald is off limits, who here is free for the taking?"

Betty laughed.

"Already sinking your claws into a boy?" Veronica scrunched her face up.

"You make it sound like I'm going to eat someone alive."

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to sound so...rude."

"It's fine," Veronica assured.

The door to the class flew open, boys in letterman jackets flooded in. Their laughs and shouts filled the room and vibrated through the walls.

Betty rolled her eyes, adjusting her baby pink sweater.

However, Veronica's eyes scouted out all the boys' faces, a little disappointed at their generic features. Her eyes passed a dark-skinned buff male. Her eyes lingered for a minute.

"Nope," Betty shook her head.

"What?"

"Chuck is a no go. Complete womanizer." She stated, scowling "ever heard of a sticky maple?"

"No...?" Veronica's face scrunched up again, silently asking for more details.

"Let's keep it that way..."

The Lodge huffed, surveying the boys again.

Her eyes landed on a tall, olive skinned beauty. His dark hair was swept back, creating an amazing view of his chiseled jawline and plump, Pink lips. His eyes were dark pools of chocolate that Veronica knew she would melt into.

"Who's he?" She directed her head the the jock, who finally sat down nearer to the front.

"That is Reggie Mantle," Betty shrugged, pulling out her equipment. "Why--" she froze, her eyes flying to mantle and then back to Veronica, multiple times. "No."

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Ok, seriously? Whats this guy's problem them? Secretly a cannibal?"

Betty sighed.

"No, he has a girlfriend." The Lodge perked up.

"Really now..." Her eyes burned into the boy's head. "Who is she?"

"Y/N L/N." The blonde muttered. "I've spoke to her a couple of time. She's really nice, but sometimes she can be sensitive. That's why you shouldn't mess with her!"

Veronica laughed slightly.

"She sounds like a pussy the way you're describing her." Veronica put a palm to her mouth. "Sorry! I shouldn't be calling people names when i haven't even met them. Force of habit i guess."

Betty placed a comforting hand on her back, rubbing slightly.

"It's ok. I get it. But don't say that infront of any of the bulldogs, or Cheryl Blossom." She warned.

"Why Cheryl?"

"Cheryl and Y/N may not be enemies, but Cheryl is a gossip bomb. If she hears anyone say anything, she tells everyone, and she never tells anyone nicely."

Veronica groaned.

"Look," Betty put her hands near her chest, palms facing Veronica. "I can't control what you do. If you wanna try get inbetween the Power Couple then go ahead, but i warned you..."

"Power Couple?"

"They've been together since Freshman Year. They've never broken up or gone on a break. Both are fiercely loyal to each other and they have never been tempted by the many people who have tried to get one of theirs attention."

The school teacher waltz in, a smile on his face.

"All right class, settle down now. Turn to page--"

--

Veronica eyed Reggie on the other side of the cafeteria.

"For being the power couple, they sure don't spend a lot of time together, i haven't even seen this Y/N girl in the hallways."

Kevin's eyes darted to Betty's.

"Well, they often say that they can trust eachother enough not to be around eachother 24/7. Plus, Y/N been busy with the drama club she runs."

"Drama? No wonder She's so sensitive," the insult flies out her mouth without her noticing, chomping on some fries instead.

"Well, she's amazing at it, me and her are close friends because of it," Kevin stated, looking around and avoiding Veronica's eyes.

"Welp, nows better then never," Veronica stood up, sliding off the bench before swaying her hips, making the small journey to the jocks.

When she rested her hand on the table, chatter stopped and the boys looked at her expectantly.

"Hello, My names Veronica Lodge. I'm new here," She introduced, her eyes pinned to chocolate brown ones.

"You're new?" Reggie asked, smiling up at the girl.

"Fresh meat," She winked, Reggie's eyes widening. The table was dead still.

"Hey Reg, boys," A voice came from behind her, causing her body to swerve round and face the body of the voice.

A [tall/short] girl with H/C hair and [shade] E/C eyes stared back at her, eyes shinning in confusion.

"Hello?" The girl called, eyes squinting curiously.

"Oh!" Veronica flinched slightly. "Sorry, my names Veronica Lodge. I'm new here,"

"I'm Y/N,"

Veronica smiled, internally wincing. She was pretty, very pretty.

"Hey Babe," Reggie leaned in, placing a small peck on her lips.

"Hey Reg," She help onto his bicep, the couple looking at Veronica expectantly.

Veronica's eyes observed their figures, her eyes zooming in on the hands on the jock's bicep.

Her eyes widened to saucers, a sparkling pink ring was decorating the girls ring finger. The ring was shaped like vines wrapping around her delicate fingers with a beautiful, small diamond in the middle where the vines connect.

"Wow, that's stunning," She gushed, taking the girl's hand in her own.

"Oh!" The girl blushed, gently taking her hand away. "Thank you, he gave it to me last month," she explained, awkwardly looking around the room.

"You're very lucky," Veronica smiled. "To be with someone so...sculpted and ,dare i say, handsome. You never know who might want to dig their claws in."

Veronica laughed, but Y/N's face darkened and she looked up at Reggie, who was staring at Veronica in disbelief.

Y/N cleared her throat.

"Y-yes. Very lucky..."

-

Veronica huffed, playing with her pearl necklace.

"I told you so." Betty stated, wrapping her lips around her straw.

"Oh, shut up! I'm barely getting started." She snapped "...sorry."

Betty rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, if you even want a chance you're gonna have to sort that attitude," She smiled sarcastically. Ronnie huffed, digging into her chips.

The arrival of new people was announced by the bell.

Veronica looked over, her eyes widening.

"It's Reggie the hunk and his girlfriend." She mumbled to the Cooper girl, who raised a brow.

"And? They're probably out on a date. Leave them be,"

"Hey! Reggie!" She called, causing Betty to widen her eyes and grit her teeth. "Come sit with us,"

Reggie turned to Y/N, whispering something to her. Y/N's eyes creased before shaking her head.

"It looks like Y/N doesn't want to sit with us." Veronica mumbled. Watching as the couple continued to hiss at eachother. "Oh, look at that...Reggie's practically dragging her over here."

"V, dont."

"Hey Reggie," She fluttered her eyelashes, flicking her hair away from her face. "A little eager?"

Y/N's eyes shot between the two.

"I'm just excited to go on a date with Y/N," he confessed, squeezing the girl's hand.

Veronica hummed, shuffling up.

"You can sit next to me Reg," Reggie's eyes shot to her.

"No offense, but i'd prefer if you called me Reggie," He slid into the booth with Ronnie, leaving Betty to sit with Y/N.

"So," Betty smiled. "What were you guys up to?"

Y/N smiled, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Well, we were just driving around Riverdale." She explained, grinning at Reggie.

"Ooh," Veronica whistled. "Getting frisky in a car are we?"

Y/N scrunched up her face, shaking her head.

"No," Reggie stated, shaking his head. "Just cruising,"

Ronnie rolled her eyes, deflating slightly.

"That's all? Sounds very...tame. i thought you'd be a wild one Reg-gie." She scooted slightly closer, nobody but Betty noticing.

"We enjoy it either way," Y/N interjected, placing a hand on Reggie's " it clears our heads and we can just talk about everything. Or sit in silence if we're not up for talking."

Veronica looked towards the window, hiding her bored expression. In the reflection, she saw the promise ring sparkling. Her eyes lit up.

"I'm seriously so obsessed with your ring," Ronnie gushed, turning towards them. Y/N smiled, fidgeting in her seat. "May i?"

"Hm?" Veronica nodded to the ring.

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Actually-" Veronica grabbed her hand, yanking the ring off, hearing as she clicked Y/N's fingers accidentally.

"Thanks!" She observed the jewel. "Wow, it's actually real,"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Y/N snapped, eyes squinting slightly.

"Well...i-it's just a promise ring," she shrugged. "Why spend so much money on it?"

"Because it ment something to the both of us," Reggie interjected,eyeing his own finger. His one was a simple rose cold band, the same jewel embedded into it. "Plus, she's worth it."

Y/N laughed, a light pink blush blossoming on her cheeks.

Veronica's face twisted into something ugly, her grip tightened on the ring.

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed. "Careful, you'll break it." She reached for it.

"It's just a promise ring." She stated, her voice dripping with agitation. Moving it out of her reach.

"If it's 'just a promise ring' you can give it back,"

"Hold on." The rich girl hissed. "I'm not done yet!" She caught a glimpse of Betty, who was giving her a disgusted look, her milkshake held tightly in her hands.

She ignored the look, instead she looked at the couple before slowly slipping the ring on.

"W--" Veronica interrupted her.

"Wow. It fits on my hand perfectly."

"Yeah it does," The bulldog stated, "you guys must have simular hands."

"Hmm." She hummed happily. "I've been told my hands are very soft." She purred, sliding closer.

Reggie laughed, looking at Ronnie.

Veronica bathed in this attention, even if it was just a little.

She pulled Y/N's hand off Reggie's, pulling his up against her own.

"See? Matching," She giggled, causing Reggie to smile.

"Yeah..."

Suddenly, Y/N bolted up, snatching Veronica's hand so harshly that it caused Veronica to lurch, making her stomach hit the corner of the table.

Y/N roughly grabbed the ring and snatched it aggressively.

"Look," Y/N started. "I don't know what your problem is Vanessa, but you need to stop. You shouldn't be snatching things that aren't yours. I would say that your parents should of taught you, but then i remember that your Daddy must have not been around often, doing something criminal? Planning to bulldoze a orphanage and turn it into a theme park? He'd make up any excuse to not have to come home to a whiny brat like yourself." Y/N turned, stalking out of Pops.

Reggie trailed after her quickly.

Veronica watched from the window as Reggie grabbed her. From their faces they were arguing.

"What the hell was that?" Betty hissed.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

"She said some shit things too."

"You deserved it!" Betty bellowed, getting up.

"Wait--" Veronica grabbed her. "Where are you going?"

Betty shook her off.

"Away from you."

-

"Hey Reg," Reggie jumped when Veronica appeared suddenly at his locker.

"What you want Victoria?"

Veronica hissed, almost growling.

"Well," Veronica breathed, taking a step closer, smiling up at him innocently. "I thought me and you could go to Pops today? I heard they're doing a 10% off deal."

Reggie sighed.

"Look--"

"Reggie," Cheryl waltzed up to the two, a giant smile on her perfectly painted lips. Her eyes sparkled. "I just wanted to offer my congratulations, you must be very happy."

Reggie rolled his eyes.

"Cheryl--"

"What's going on?" Veronica slid into the conversation, her shoulder rubbing against Reggie.

The ginger observed the two before directing her attention to Reggie.

"Y/N isn't going to like...whatever this is," she pointed to both of them.

"Nothings-"

"-especially now she's pregnant."

Ronnie stiffened, eyes shooting up to Reggie who was staring at Cheryl.

"I don't want everyone to know Cheryl! Y/N's still adamant about people knowing." He hissed.

"Where is she anyway?" The blossom questioned.

"At home," he grumbled "morning sickness."

Cheryl frowned mockingly

"Give her my condolences." She turned to Veronica. "Use protection." She sauntered off.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Veronica asked, turning to face him, arms crossed.

"Why would i need to tell you?"

Veronica bristled.

"B-because...we...i t-thought. Me and--" she stuttered, face burning. "At Pops..."

"Did you think i was making a move on you?" Reggie asked, bewildered.

"Well--"

"Oh god, Lodge. Sorry but no." He shook his head, taking a few steps back. "I never ment for you to think that. You were talking about the ring, so i got comfortable cause I'm used to talking about it."

"But--i,"

"I knew it." Reggie grumbled, shaking his head and running a hand through his dark locks. "I tried to tell Y/N that we should of sat somewhere else, but Y/N said it would be rude. I wish i just dragged her way from you. Stress isn't good for the baby."

Were they actually gonna keep it? At this age??

"Are you actually thinking of keeping it?" She blurted out before covering her mouth.

Reggie's eyes darkened, his body caging Veronica against the lockers.

"I don't know what you're suggesting, Lodge. But you better rein it in. You got no fucking say in what i do with my child. Y/N wants to keep it. So do i. If you have a problem with that then you can fuck off. Cause I'm not hearing any of your excuses." He turned around, storming away...

-

Y/N lay in her bed sipping a hot beverage as she watched her favourite TV show. A soft hand came to rest on her flat stomach. No baby bump yet.

"Y/N?" Reggie entered, topless and in pajama shorts. He climbed into the bed, snuggling up to the georgous girl laid beside him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you turn to channel six?"

Y/N laughed.

"No, get your own TV,"

"Y/N...this is my house.." he whinned, reaching for the remote.

"Nope. I'm pregnant."

"Is that gonna be your excuse for everything?"

"Yup,"

"Ok,"

They laid beside one another, three hearts beating in sinc as they watch the TV that illuminated the room.

"Can i have some hot chocolate?"

"No,"