#riverdale thoughts: I have them

[lyxchen]

I could watch so many new shows, but instead I keep rotating through the same three seven-season-twenty-episode shows that I've rewatched 5 times each

[arsenicpanda]

ok, ok, I’ll admit it: Jughead and Veronica are cute

[blu3c4n4ry]

Apologies to people clicking on my Spotify account for more Character playlists and getting flashbanged with my selfship playlist. Sorry im weird. Im a weirdo. I dont fit in and i don't wanna fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on . That's weird

[eastvillages]

thinking about how it isn’t varchie this barchie that we should be bantering about. thinking about how we should just all accept whatever happens (and i’m not so sure it will be varchie or barchie, at least not solidly!) thinking about how every (normal) archie ship brings some different interests, personality traits, and ideas out from him!!!

betty brings out archie’s deep longing to live up to his father. she brings out his boy next door nature and his dream to lead a simple white picket fence suburban life!!! and that is okay!!!!

veronica brings out the little voice saying “what if” in his head. what if i didn’t follow the path everyone is telling me i should be on? what if i didn’t allow myself to be influenced by my legacy? what if i did move to new york and live in a penthouse?? and that is okay!!!!

jughead brings out his creativity. jughead is the narrator and archie is his muse and the hero of his story!! jughead also brings out the little “what if” voice in his head but in a much different way!!! what if i pursued music again? what if i dropped everything and ran away with him? and that is okay!!!

josie brings out his love for music. reggie brings out his humor and competitiveness. et cetera et cetera!!!

[cescalr]

Hm

Hmmm.

[frankensteindotpdf]

i still havent decided whether or not i have the puzzlers disposition

[decalcomanique]

anyone who is inlove with me 👉👈

[thoughtofadumbteenprotagonist]

Okay no but I have Thoughts™️ about this (sorry op)

Cuz I watched Riverdale when it originally came out and, to this day, I maintain that the first season is actually pretty good. It came in the Pretty Little Liars era so it was all like “Cool Edgy Teens Hate Their Parents And Solve A Murder” which, yknow, any 13 year old would love. My point is they had a genre [in season one] and they stuck to it.

Even season two wasn’t so bad, sure it got a little weird, but it was still very on brand and it all still made sense up to a point and then. . . Season three.

Season three still baffles me tbh. Their writing starts to be effected by the lives of the actors (there were relationships put into the show just because their actors were dating irl, it didn’t work) and they started off with the cult plot line which, again, was a little weird but if it was written like the previous series it was probably going to turn out fairly okay. . . And then they introduced fucking magic. The only reason I can think to justify this is that all this happened circa the Endgame era of Marvel, so all the lazy studio executives were like “let’s create a multiverse! That’ll definitely make sense somehow!” So now they claim Riverdale occurs in the same universe as Sabrina. Plus amongst all this they were tripping over themselves to have some sort of LGBTQ representation (which was never presented as a healthy relationship so. . . Diversity win? They’re not afraid to write an unhealthy queer relationship? Fuck knows)

I have now not watched in years - apart from the 100th episode which, whilst funny, made no sense - and the amount of bullshit that I’ve heard passively about the show (time travelling, superpowers, even more cults that fucked with the other cults, a lil bit of necromancy cuz why not, Cheryl was a the bee queen? Or something???) it feels less self aware like op said and more like a five year old writing their first book and having to cram in every plot line possible because their little brain can’t successfully plot a story yet. I agree that it’s similar to supernatural in the car wreck sense of “I don’t want to keep watching but I can’t look away”, but from what I’ve watched and heard of the entirety of supernatural, it had a cohesive plot, it’s just the cohesive plot sucked major balls. The contrast is with Riverdale I think the writing remained quite earnest for quite some time - now in season seven it is probably the case where the writers hate the show and the actors hate the show so they’re like “let’s do some random bs and just get this over with” (which is why literally everyone’s characterisation is completely unrecognisable compared to their early-show selves) and they’re definitely aware of the media attention it garners but yeah, I think for a long time the writers genuinely believed in the plots they were creating which. . . Concerns me, slightly

Rant over, sorry for hijacking your post op /genuine

i think the experience of watching riverdale is a sort of mirror to the experience of watching supernatural. dont leave sit back down i have a point. because riverdale is a show thats completely insane and knows its completely insane. which is honestly kind of hard to pull off, usually the self awareness ruins it. but with riverdale its very like. clearly the people making this know exactly what theyre doing but EYE sure as hell do not. and i need to know why they are doing this. what are they accomplishing. how are they getting away with it, archie comics is ancient and venerated intellectual property. my mom read archie comics. what the fuck.

supernatural past a certain point was more like. it is clear nobody here has control. it is clear that there are too many cooks in the kitchen. making a lasagna is a one- or two-person job, but this lasagna is being made by a team of 500 people that rotates every 10 minutes. also the tomato and the basil dont talk to each other anymore, and the ricotta cheese is experiencing homophobia and its not even gay. got lost in this metaphor a little. whats going on.

[crosbyism]

"but then again this is the guy who’s publically known for loving to eat ass so"

I'm sorry, I thought Nate eating ass was fanon. Are you telling me this is an actual canon fact??

god i love when people don’t realise how much “fanon” around sid and nate is actually canon. it’s like heroin to me. also bc it’s like. 90% of the stuff in fics (which is probably why people assume it’s fanon but. oh boy it’s not. there’s shockingly little fanon around these two, mostly because canon is so abundant).

yes, nathan mackinnon is a known ass-eater. let me direct you to this post, anon. you’re welcome.

other nate (and sid) facts you might not have realised are canon:

nate is a known advocate for therapy. he’s been seeing a sports therapist since 2017

they wear matching clothing all the fucking time, sid has said publicly that he started wearing white sneakers and updated his wardrobe due to nate’s influence (iirc nate might’ve even bought him his first pair of white sneakers? either that or it was a “he told me i need to so i did” situation). they share a tailor. unfortunately i now have to bring your attention to the fact that since they have an alarming amount of matching clothes that they’ve bought for each other, that means that they in fact have to know each other’s clothing sizes off by heart. they also low-key share clothing btw

their families celebrate canada day together and their dads are best friends. in-law behaviour goes crazy

nate did in fact stalk his way into sid’s heart (got the same personal trainer and agent at age 13; built his house next door in 2017; they’ve been spending every day in the summers together since at least 2015. sid cooks for them daily, or at least did pre-pandemic. sid refuses to use nate’s gym tho so they always use sid’s).

nate used to have a fan twitter account more or less where he rooted for the pens. it was active until 2017.

sid and nate regularly go to summer weddings together as each other’s dates. they have done this since, once again, at least 2015

nate has confirmed that he used to have a poster of sid on his wall as a teenager (he didn’t confirm he used to jerk off to it but frankly. i think that’d be saying the quiet part out loud)

when sid won the cup in 2009 and held the parade in cole harbour, nate stood by the side of the road watching it. he was about to turn 14, he was already working with sid’s trainer and agent, and he was about to start attending shattuck (sid’s junior high). due to old pics we also know that this was RIGHT before nate had his first growth spurt and hit puberty. i’m not saying seeing sid with the cup kickstarted nate’s puberty and gave him his first boner but i’m not NOT saying it

nate dated vanessa morgan of riverdale fame in his rookie year. she’s now good friends with elias petersson from the vancouver canucks (this means nothing but i do think it’s a very funny coincidence).

nate schmidt, formerly of the VGK, once failed a drug test (it turned out to be a testing-fuck-up); when nhl players were asked about it natemack iconically said “i don’t think he was sticking a needle up his ass” (i just like this one)

when he was a kid, the one other thing sid wanted to be was a hairdresser. nate, on the other hand, “didn’t have a plan B”

nate is canonically possessive of sid (see: the asg 2024) and sid is canonically delighted by this and into it

they go on so many lunch dates in the summer my dude. they go grocery shopping together. like there’s so many pics of them in grocery stores or out having coffee or weird green shakes

oh i almost forgot, they went on a roadtrip through ireland last year. they’ve been on holiday together multiple times over the years though. done some eurotripping together and stuff. in 2015 they spent three months together, three weeks of which were spent living in sid’s santa monica condo together just the two of them

sid has put up a picture of every stanley cup winning captain in his basement since 2008, when the pens lost in the scf to DET. apparently this serves as motivation for him to win the cup. he notoriously does not watch the playoffs after the pens are out

however, he partied so hard at nate’s cup party he actually closed down the party with his dad. nate is the only non-teammate sid’s ever been seen supporting for a cup run (he’s also never been to his teammates’ cup parties afaik so. there’s that)

also they talked on the phone daily and between periods during nate’s cup run. they also canonically have almost weekly phone dates that can run multiple hours. quote nate “i can’t talk to anyone else the way i can talk to him”

they each have pictures of the two of them together framed in each other’s houses

there’s rumours they’re building adjoining houses on neighbouring properties in cape breton next to a golf course bc apparently being neighbours in halifax isn’t enough or something. this one is as yet unconfirmed by reputable sources though

[arsenicpanda]

I am coming to terms with the fact that my opinion of Julian changed 100% because of his duet with Archie and how nice his voice is. Tragically, I am not immune to tenor men 😔

[yourjughead]

Attack Dog

Sweet Pea X Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: You return to Riverdale to find your best friend Jughead has joined a gang he said he never would. A certain member of said gang takes an interest in you in return

A/N: This was a draft from years ago. It's set when the Serpents join Riverdale high (a throwback) but also somehow their senior year....

This is very long, apologies.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

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You piled your books into your locker, the Monday dew still cascading the halls. Groggily going about your business but happy to be finally back in Riverdale High. You had moved back on Friday night with your family and had already seen most of your friends that same night. After moving around so much with both your parents in the army it was nice to finally replant your roots.

“Ah yn, how I have missed you standing there" Archie threw himself against the locker smiling.

“I missed you too Archiedoodles, do you think we can go see Jughead today?” Archie had decided to keep you away from Jughead for as long as possible, he didn't quite think you'd want to see who had become. 

“Emm I don't know, he's kinda busy lately” 

“Too busy for me...did you hear that?” It was like a scene from a film. The banging of the hallway doors and entered the Serpents, their new school. You and Archie looked to see the swarm before Archie could see who was leading them.

“Oh hey YN look at this locker door” he turned you against the lockers by the shoulders.

“Archie what the hell” you laughed pushing against him to turn and see Jughead striding past you 

“Juggy!” 

“Yn!?” You ran over to him, interrupting his new hard core image, giving him a giant hug. 

“What the hell are you doing back?” he smiled greatly shock still colouring him.

“Mom's done with the Army so she moved us back, dad still has a few more years but that's okay, I'm back! What are you doing here Arch said you moved schools?”

“School moved us”

“Us?” It was then you noticed the sward behind him and the leather jackets they wore. You took a step back, all of them eyeing you.

“Oh….umm” Archie joined your side, the group glaring at him harshly. 

“I thought you said you'd never jo-”

“-uh yn this isn't the place for this conversation” Jughead interrupted you.

“Well then make it the place Jughead” a chorus of oohs from behind him followed.

“Come on yn let's go, you must meet Veronica” Archie wrapped an arm around you breaking the stare off you and Jughead were having.

~

The day flowed on and you avoided Jughead as much as possible, until the final bell rang and he cornered you outside your car.

“Yn we need to talk”

“I'd love to talk to Jughead, let me know when you see him will you?” you opened the car door but he closed it again, almost catching your fingers in it. You sighed loudly at his action.

“Yn it is still same the Jughead-”

“Really?! I remember a Jughead who hated the Serpents and what they did to his dad and how they're basically the reason his family is in two! I remember a Jughead who promised he'd never get caught up in that world! Because you sir, are not him!” you jabbed your finger into his chest.

“Hey Jones you coming?” A tall serpent called from across the carpark.

“Just a second! Yn this shouldn't be a big deal, so I have a family now, it doesn't matter!”

“You have a family now?! What am I then?! And Archie and Betty?! We were your family, your friends….” you looked down at the ground and he looked desperately at you, the tall Serpent called him from the background again before beginning to stride over. 

“YN, I don't want to have this conversation in front of the Serpents, I have to keep a strong front for them” you rolled your eyes at him as Sweet Pea reached his side. You couldn't help but glare at him and he gave a small laugh. 

“Jones, who's the attack dog?”

“Listen here Snake Brain-” 

“YN, leave it!” Jughead cut across you earning another laugh from Sweet Pea, you began to seethe at your old best friends defence of his new family member. 

“Just call me when you feel like being yourself again” you breathed out the words until your lungs nearly emptied, moving to open the car again to be stopped by Sweet Peas voice 

“i think the snake skin is him Princess-”

“Don't you have some drugs to deal to children or something -” you cut across him this time.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Sweet Pea raised an eyebrow, smile now long gone. Jughead looked between the two of you

“I meant what I said, or is the leather jacket cutting off the blood flow to your ears”

“Listen I don't know you Princess but you're not exactly making a good impression-”

“I don't give a fuck what you think about me, you seem to care a lot about what I think about you though” more Serpents seemed to join around, panic began to rise in Jughead, his attempted to stop Sweet Pea but Sweet Peas voice came harsher.

“You're seriously misguided Princess” 

“And you're seriously what's wrong with Riverdale” you said through gritted teeth, receiving scoffs from the gathering Serpents but Sweet Pea stated unreadable eyes fixed on you. 

“Guys just relax, YN I'll call you later” Jughead reached for your arm but you moved took a step back.

“Don't bother”

~ 

For the remainder of the week you avoided Jughead and the rest of them, instead spending time with your friends you missed so much. Catching up with all the chaos that had gone down since you left 3 years ago, and there was a lot. It was nice to feel like a senior around your friends, how it should be. You were shocked that for the most part everyone was understanding of Jughead joining the Serpents, you couldn't really understand it. Jughead continued to try to text or call you until you had enough. You needed a break from it, leaving your phone turned off on your dresser before putting on your runners. 

You tried to process how you felt as you jogged through Riverdale, trying to remember your old route. You were zoned out of the world as your legs took you from a jog to run, the burn growing from your thighs down to your shins. You had been out for an hour or so now and by the third wrong turn you landed out of your subconsciousness and back to the world in front of you. Lost. How could you forget the town you grew up in. Suddenly you became very aware of the dark night that had closed around you. You looked around for anywhere still open, only a gruby bar was in your sights. They probably had a phone you thought, walking right past the fading sign of the Whyte Wyrm. 

Upon approach you noticed the large amount of motorbikes outside the door.  Then the amount of Serpents jackets and their owners flowing in and out of the bar. Shit you thought. You turned to leave back through the carpark you just walked through and instead crashed directly into an older Serpent and his pint of larger, sending it all over him. 

“What the fuck?!” He half yelped at the cold hitting his chest. You stuttered apologies as you moved to walk past him. Instead he caught your wrist with bone crushing force. Without realising what you were doing, you sent the heel of your hand straight up and into his nose, contorting it completely. He shouted before releasing you and you moved from his shadow, other Serpents witnessing the incident and gathering quickly. You begged your tired legs to bring you running back to the main road as some began to follow you shouting. 

Sweet Pea walked around the wall of the car park boarder and was immediately confused by the several Serpents beginning to run towards his direction. You didn't even take notice of him as you ran past, your leg then spasming, sending you my into the pavement. He didn't know where to look. You pulled yourself cursing behind the pillar of the entrance, resting your head again the cement of its support, preparing to get mangled by Serpents. 

“Sweet Pea!” An older woman shouted his name bringing his attention from you and your attention to him. 

“Ehh yes Penny?” 

“Did you see a girl, Y/C/H, this tall or so” the woman made a guestimate of your height with her hand. You held your breath as Sweet Pea fought every instinct to not look down at you. 

“Emm I did see someonel go over the hedges towards the back there, maybe thats her?” 

“Great, she just broke one of the Seniors noses, girls dead meat” shock painted Sweet Peas face and he tried not to laugh at the thought. The woman then gave a wave before running off with the others in the direction he sent them. He exhaled loudly, looking at where you once were sat, now empty. Sweet Pea looked quickly to find your shadow hobbling down the road you think you came down. He gave a small laugh, rolled his eyes and began to jog to catch up with you. 

Part 2

[sumquiasum]

I've gone back and forth on this but given what I know, I think they were no-contact at least at the beginning of Chic staying with the Coopers. Their neighbour said she heard fighting and there was a lot of blood etc, which was probably a co-murder that went off the rails. When we meet Chic, he is without Charles and doesn't hesitate assuming Charles' identity, which means Charles isn't around. However, unlike Chic's claim, Charles didn't die of a jingle-jangle overdose. He is very much alive and I think Chic knows this. My personal pet-theory is that they were in touch at some point during s2 and that Charles approved of Chic claiming he was dead.

During s3, Chic probably isn't in touch with Charles - he just disappears. Maybe that is one of the (several) reasons Charles comes to Riverdale. They make up for real once Charles visits him in prison for the first time. It doesn't really matter what mindset he came in with; at the end of the day, Chic knows his family and Charles needs his help. That's a big part of why they reconcile. They are then in regular contact during s4 & rekindle their relationship in prison before breaking out to get married.

how in contact do you think chic and charles were while chic was living with the coopers

oooo this is really interesting and something i haven’t considered very much. i could see the arguments for both sides (very little contact & very much) but i really don’t know.

this isn’t your question but relating to this, i do wonder what charles thought about the whole chic being the gargoyle king thing. maybe they talk about this in universe i dont remember, but was he all for it? or did he think it was a weird sacrifice of chic’s personhood (although chic’s personhood is always sacrificed, first with the coopers and then with penelope). maybe he was into it lmao

i would love to hear your (and everyone’s) opinions on this, or if it’s talked about in the show cause i haven’t hit charles intro in my rewatch yet and i really don’t remember how it all goes down between chic and charles and the revelation they’re crime husbands

[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

Confession | Sweet Pea

[gif is not mine; credit goes to the creator]

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader, 2nd person pov

Warnings: mentions of fighting

Description: The night before the drug raid with Jughead and the other Serpents, Sweet Pea confronts his feelings for his best friend.

Trope: friends to lovers

A/N: The moment I saw this scene in 3x17, I knew I had to write a prequel to it.

- - -

You could tell something was off with Sweet Pea the moment he walked in the door. Normally so calm and composed, your best friend was fidgety and off. 

“Alright, something’s wrong,” you said, unable to finally take it anymore. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Sweet Pea maintained, not keeping eye contact. “Just forget about it.”

“Does this have anything to do with the Serpents now working under Sheriff Jones?”

“No.” 

“Does it have something to do with the Serpents?”

“N-No.”

If you didn’t know Sweet Pea like you did, you wouldn’t have been able to detect the barest hint of a stutter of uncertainty in his voice. “No more games, Sweet Pea,” you growled, upset at his caginess. “Either you tell me or I’m kicking you out.”

Sweet Pea let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head. “It’s…a raid.”

“A raid? But I thought Tent City was raided a while ago.”

“No, it’s not that. Jughead has organized a raid to rid Riverdale of Fizzle Rocks and whatever else the Gargoyles are selling. That’s all I can tell you.”

“Are these orders from the Sheriff?”

“No. And you can’t say anything to him or anyone else.” Sweet Pea ran a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have even told you.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m glad you did. This seems to be weighing on you and I want to be able to help. What about this raid has you spooked?”

“We’re outnumbered. Sure, we’ll have Archie and some of the guys from El Royale, but we don’t really know exactly how many Gargoyles are out there. Or if they’re armed.” His eyes met yours and you could see the fear in them. “Hell, we don’t even know if we’re all going to make it out alive.”

“You will,” you reassured him, with more certainty than you felt. “You and the Serpents have done way more dangerous shit than this and made it out alive. This won’t be any different.” Without thinking, you launched yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. There wasn’t much else you could do to comfort him, but it was the best you could do in the moment. 

Sweet Pea was still clinging to you when you started to pull away, an intense look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize. The way he said your name tugged at your heartstrings and you looked up at him, transfixed. “Just in case I don’t make it back, I want you to know something.”

“Don’t talk like that, Sweet Pea. You can tell me after you get back.”

“No.” Sweet Pea shook his head. “It has to be tonight.”

“Then what is it?” You were utterly confused, but your racing heart told you that you knew deep down what he was going to say.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sweet Pea.”

“No, I love you,” he said, desperation in his voice as he said your name again. “I have for a long time, I’ve just been too chicken-shit to say something.”

“Are you telling me this because you think something bad is going to happen to you tomorrow night?” You took a step back, looking at Sweet Pea in shock. “Tell me something, Sweet Pea: if this raid wasn’t happening tomorrow, would you have ever even told me this?”

His look away told you everything you needed to know. You felt like you’d been sucker-punched in the gut for the second time that night.

Sweet Pea started to say your name again but you cut him off with a glare. “I’m going to need you to do two things for me.”

“Anything - name it.”

“If you really feel this way about me, you’ll come back tomorrow and tell me this so I know it has nothing to do with this raid.”

Sweet Pea nodded. “And the second thing?”

“Leave.” You didn’t want to be so harsh on him, but you needed time to process everything that had just happened. 

You could barely look at him as he gathered his things, making a point to leave his flannel behind.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promised, giving you one last longing look as he shut the door behind him.

*~*~*~*

You fidgeted with the sleeves of Sweet Pea’s flannel that he’d left behind, trying to take comfort in his scent and its softness. With every second the clock ticked past eight, you couldn’t help worrying. Maybe something would happen to him tonight and you turning him down last night was your only chance to actually be with him - hell, you hadn’t even kissed him last night.

Breathe in. 

Breathe out.

You tried to do anything and everything to distract yourself, but you hit a point where your house was spotless and there wasn’t anything more to stress-clean. It was impossible to focus on any tv show or movie, your thoughts always leading back to Sweet Pea.

The knock at your door had you jumping, your heart starting to race as you ran for the door, yanking it open after confirming it was Sweet Pea. “You’re here,” you gasped, hurling yourself into his arms. “You came.”

“Of course I came,” he chuckled, more sure of himself than the last time you’d spoken.

“How did the raid go?” You asked, stepping out of his embrace and sucking in a breath when you saw the state of his face. “Oh my god, Sweet Pea - your eye!”

“Raid went okay, but I was hoping you could fix my eye?”

It was your turn to laugh as you took his hand and led him to the bathroom to fix him up. “Of course.”

The air was thick with a tension neither of you were ready to acknowledge as you got out your first aid kit and began patching him up. Although he tried not to show it, Sweet Pea winced as you cleaned his bruised and bloodied knuckles. 

It wasn’t long before he was all cleaned up and sitting on your couch, both of you giggling at the irony of Sweet Pea holding a bag of frozen peas to his face to help with the swelling on his newly-forming black eye.

“Here,” you said, still giggling as you reached over to adjust his ice pack. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got in a fight with some Gargoyles,” he sassed, groaning as he shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch.

“Is there…anything else I can do to help?” You asked, making sure the flirtatious lilt in your voice was evident.

Sweet Pea reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as his thumb ran over the back of your hand. “About last night…” he started, gazing into your eyes so you could see the truth held in them, “I meant every word I said. Yes, it might’ve been brought on by the fact that I was nervous about tonight’s raid, but it didn’t make it any less true. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sweet Pea,” you whispered, bracing a hand on his shoulder so you could straddle him. You took his face in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him for the first time.

Both of you were smiling when the kiss ended, Sweet Pea’s hands resting on your hips. “So,” he began, sliding his hands up underneath the flannel of his that you were still wearing, “when do I get to take you out?”

“Whenever you’d like,” you smirked, leaning in for another kiss.

[lowkeyrobin]

SWEET PEA ; dating hcs

summary ; dating headcanons w sp :)

warnings ; language

word count ; 631

masterlist

you often go on bike rides together

if it's a warm weekend, really long ones, sometimes into surrounding state/s

he never raises his voice at you EVER

he'd rather die than do that

if he does, you're probably both playing around acting like dumbasses

if you're fresh into serpent life, he's holding your hand the whole way through til you're completely adjusted

he never allows you to wander around the wyrm alone, for justified reasoning

he's lowkey a little gossiper

so when tall boy got banished, he went straight to you to spill the beans lmao

if you make patches / pins for him, he's 100% putting them on his denim jacket

not the leather one cause it's hella expensive and they won't stay on

if need be, he slaps some on his school bag too

he's so in love with you

80% of his thoughts are about you

he craves seeing the world with you

he often writes in his school notebook about you / doodles on homework that are you n him centric

he was honestly really nervous to ask you out

he needed some serious hyping up from his friends beforehand

jughead was more of the level-headed, reasonable one, toni being the 'they'll say yes 100%' one, and fangs being the 'if they say no, it's whatever'

basicallt 50/50/100 thoughts, all his feelings summarized by his friends if that makes sense

he found his guts though... and threw them straight at you

he could NOT play it cool, he was rambling and trying to hide his fidgeting hands in his pockets

you said yes tho

you obviously steal his Serpent jacket from time to time, especially if you don't have one

riverdale gets really cold in the winter 😔

he also shares his rings if you want to, he thinks you look attractive in his style

his love language imo is quality time

he just wants to spend every waking moment with you and he's always dragging you around

he's always looking out for you, making sure the decisions he makes are best for both of you

well.. maybe not always? most the time

cause trashing riverdale high obv wasn't one of those 'always' moments

I can't decide what type of music he'd be into ngl

I feel like he'd like alice in chains & eminem if you feel my drift

and as a character, he 100% fits songs like nextime's, like ride like lightening and save the world w we are not friends

he looks like he listens to 90s/2000s grunge & hip hop

he doesn't listen to music that much, he mostly does on his bike

he averages ab 500 minutes a week

he has 8 different playlists for different genres / occasions and that's how it'll always be

they're all just 'playlist *number*', no title or anything 😭

for the one for riding, it's a pic of his bike

but half of them don't even have covers

if you have fun with / are good at any sort of digital design, he allows you full control of what his spotify / phone looks like, he rlly doesn't care

he loves chilling with his friends and you, his chosen family

like he can't be more happy like that

you often hang out at the wyrm, play pool til unruly hours of the night, go home, and watch movies

you love watching funny cat videos together

he loves seeing you show up to his basketball practices / games

he feels so supported 💔

he just craves having your support and love because he thrives off of it, not in a toxic way but in a 'you make me a better person' typa way

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

I want to know if you can do a omegaverse fanfict of alpha Archie Andrews X Omega male reader where the reader is a single dad of twin boys from a previous Alpha that left him. Who after his sons were born him and his family moved to Riverdale to start a new start. Quickly he people in Riverdale begin to realize he is the father of his twin Sons who got mixed reactions but he doesn't really care because all he cares about are his own children their safety thinking that he doesn't need a another Alpha in his life until he come across Archie. Who Archie surprisingly falls in love with the Omega reader loving how he takes care of his sons always imagining him as his mate but never know how to ask him until one day the reader was stressed since he has no way to pick up his sons from daycare because of the bad weather that day and his parents are out doing business as Archie realized and decide to help him giving him a ride to the preschool and help him pick up his sons who after that day it become a daily thing where the two will pick up the reader's sons and do something fun together. After a couple of weeks Archie finally asked the reader out who the reader accepted knowing that his sons love Archie so the sign to give it a shot. After some months they become official as everything was going well until the alpha that fathers the reader's Sons finally showed up causing trouble who Archie stands up for the reader which caused a fight between the two Alphas which cause both of them to go into the hospital. As the reader apologized to Archie that he bring him into this mess who Archie Comforts him telling him that he doesn't care as long as him and his sons are safe and that he would do anything for them. ( sorry for the long request)

Fresh start

Pairing : Alpha Archie Andrews x Omega Male reader Tags : Omega verse, Past implied Mpreg, Single parent reader Word count :1086

Authors Note : So sorry for the late reply, i tried my best but i have really bad writer block when it came to this one, if you would like a part two which includes the rest of you request, just let me know and I'll try to do it.

Riverdale was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance for Y/N to leave behind the painful memories of the past. After his Alpha ex left him and their twin boys, he packed up their lives and moved to this small town, hoping to find peace and a semblance of normalcy. The twin boys, Jasper and Leo, were everything to him—two tiny bundles of joy with laughter that could light up even the darkest of days.

The first few weeks in Riverdale were a whirlwind of unpacking boxes and trying to establish a routine. Y/N threw himself into being the best father he could be. He enrolled the boys in day-care, joined the local parents’ group, and tried to get to know the other families. While many of the neighbours extended warm welcomes, it was a small town, and secrets had a funny way of spilling out.

Some residents recognized Y/N as the single dad of twins, and the messages came from all sides. Curiosity swirled through Riverdale like a constant breeze, accompanied by mixed reactions. While most were supportive, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the prying eyes of judgement. But in those moments of vulnerability, he held fast to what mattered most: Jasper and Leo.

Looking after the boys kept Y/N busy. But after a long day, the exhaustion often settled heavily in his bones. The thought of allowing another Alpha into their lives felt daunting. He had loved before—deeply and completely—but had been left alone to weather the storm of single parenthood. Now, he was determined to focus solely on his sons’ happiness and welfare.

Then came Archie Andrews.

With his charming smile and infectious enthusiasm, Archie quickly became a fixture in the lives of those in Riverdale. Y/N first noticed him during a community event—Archie was leading a music class for kids. Jasper and Leo's eyes sparkled with joy, captivated by the way Archie interacted with them and the other children. The warmth that radiated from Archie was palpable, and Y/N felt a flicker of admiration he hadn't anticipated.

As the weeks rolled on and the seasons began to shift toward colder weather, Y/N found himself drawing closer to Archie in unexpected ways. They had crossed paths at the day-care more often than not, and each time, Archie made an effort to engage with Y/N and the boys. It was innocent at first—a smile here, a shared laugh there—yet it quickly blossomed into something more profound.

However, one fateful day figured to challenge Y/N’s outlook on life in Riverdale.

The weather turned unexpectedly nasty. Clouds rolled in, and soon rain pelted the streets like marbles dropped on concrete. Y/N found himself fretting about the condition of the roads. He had no car, and his parents were out of town for business. The thought of walking in this downpour to pick up Jasper and Leo from day-care felt impossibly daunting.

As he paced his apartment, a faint knock at the door interrupted his spiralling thoughts. When he opened it, the sight of Archie standing there, drenched from head to toe, sent confusion rushing through him.

“Y/N!” Archie exclaimed, shaking off the rain like a soggy puppy. “I saw the weather forecast and came to see if you needed help. I can drive you to pick up your boys!”

Y/N hesitated, torn between feeling grateful and the constant reminder of his reluctance to allow anyone into their lives. Did he really want to rely on someone else again? But as he saw the genuine concern in Archie’s eyes, he felt the weight of his pride battling the reality of the situation.

“Um, yeah… that would be great. Thank you,” Y/N replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

The car ride was both tense and comforting. Y/N’s heart raced despite the ease of the conversation. They chatted about Riverdale’s quirks and local hangouts, but Y/N found it hard to ignore the way Archie’s casual glances made his stomach flip. It felt strangely wonderful.

When they arrived at the day-care, the sight of Jasper and Leo running to greet him was worth the world. With Archie by his side, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of delight as the boys excitedly recognized their new friend.

After picking them up, a spontaneous idea struck Y/N. “Would you like to come back to our place for some snacks? I could really use the company—and I’m sure the boys won’t complain,” he suggested, half-embarrassed.

Archie’s grin widened, and how could Y/N have known a simple invitation could change everything?

As weeks turned into a routine, the boys grew to adore Archie, and Y/N found solace in their little family growing closer. Each day meant picking up the boys and spending quality time together, whether it was building fortresses made of blankets or biking down the nearby trails.

Yet beneath that camaraderie blossomed something stirring in Y/N’s heart. The more time he spent with Archie, the more he realized how he had begun to imagine a future where they could be more than just friends. He saw in Archie a gentleness and strength that beckoned to him, softening the barriers he had built over the years.

Finally, weeks turned into a couple of months, and one sunny afternoon while Jasper and Leo played in the backyard, Archie mustered the courage to approach Y/N. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he started, clearing his throat.

Y/N, cautious but curious, waited for the words that would surely change everything.

“Would you like to go out with me? Just us? A date?” he blurted out, a hint of apprehension ghosting over his expression.

Y/N’s heart thundered in his chest, and a smile spread across his face—a smile filled with warmth and hope. The boys were playing nearby, oblivious to the moment that was unfolding between their father and the Alpha who had quickly carved a place in their lives.

“Yes,” Y/N answered, his voice barely above a whisper tinged with disbelief. “I’d love that.”

Days turned to weeks, and soon they were officially together. It felt right, bringing the boys along for “family days” where laughter and joy filled their small home. The connection between them deepened, fortifying Y/N’s belief that perhaps he could trust again, and that maybe Riverdale was not just a place for new beginnings, but for new chances at love.

[fanfics-b]

Be Mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, yeah, of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m so screwed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pea-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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