#south side serpent x reader

[latoyalestrange]

eternal glory

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian is selected to compete in the triwizard tournament during your seventh year at hogwarts. after he won the first challenge (by a landslide), you could've practically exploded with excitement for him. seeing you like that...wait, were his pants getting tighter?

words: 700ish

warnings: fluff, established relationship, aged up seb and mc, praise kink!seb?? soft!seb, not smutty just a spicy lil makeout sesh. not edited. minors dni!!

a/n: someone pls draw seb with the kisses all over his face how cute would that be!!

the triwizard cup, one thousand galleons, and eternal glory. that's what sebastian was promised. how could a slytherin resist? sebastian knew that as long as you were by his side, eternal glory was as good as his. however, this tournament was already proving to be easy enough. it also came with some...unexpected perks.

after defeating his appointed common green dragon, debatably the easiest to beat, you were obviously overcome with joy. as soon as he emerged from the player's tent, you launched yourself into his arms. a smile split from ear to ear on his face, seeing your genuine excitement for his win. he felt so much pride, so much love.

"you did so good, my love!" he instantly felt his heart flutter in his chest as he held you close to him in the air. you peppered exaggerated kisses all over his face, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. he couldn't help but giggle as you wouldn't stop when he tried to plant your feet on the ground again.

"you were incredible! oh my days, i'm so proud of you!" the pure look of joy on your face still lingered as you continued to sing his praises in front of everyone, including the reporter for the daily prophet. with your lipstick now splattered around his face, he had an infectious smile that even he couldn't deny. he was blushing, hard, as much as he hated to admit it.

"it was easy enough." he smirked, keeping his tough exterior.

"i must interview this boy! mr. sallow--" before the man could get another word out, sebastian raised his hand to stop him.

"i won't be answering questions," as unusual as it was to say, his expression was casual--smug, even. "thank you." the reporter stood stunned for a moment as he watched sebastian usher you away by your wrist.

"sebastian? you're not going to talk to anyone?" he weaved through the crowd, reaching a clearing near the south exit.

"waste of time!" he answered, glancing back at you with a mischievous look.

"waste of time? are you late for something, sallow?" you teased, but he didn't respond. he only increased his speed to a jog, creating giggles between the two of you as you raced the halls. you quickly recognized that he was leading you to the slytherin common room. as you reached the dimly lit hallway, a familiar serpent slithered around the wall, and the grand door appeared beneath it. he quickly shoved it open, pulling you in with him before turning to push you up against the cold slab of wood as it closed.

"i don't suppose you were this excited to cuddle and take a nap?" you looked up at him teasingly as he towered over you, hands trapping you below.

"you know me well." his head dipped to leave love-marks at the base of your neck. your hands naturally raised to tangle in his brown locks.

"can i ask-- was it winning, or--" he chuckled at your assumption.

"no, hardly." he craned his neck to meet your gaze again with his dark eyes. the smirk still lingered on his lips. "tell me how good i'm doing." that same smirk turned downward as his he bit his lower lip impatiently. you also lost any sense of smugness in your face, and curiosity replaced it.

"oh?" he nodded, his eyes pleading for more as he continued nipping at your chest. you breathed out a sigh of contempt, feeling a fire beginning to spark to life in your lower-half.

"you look so handsome, leaving marks on me." he groaned into your skin, almost making you giggle from the vibration.

"you like it when i praise you, baby? you did so good for me today, looked so good in your uniform." that was enough to make him mad. he quickly crashed his lips into yours, needing to transfer some of the fire he felt to you.

"don't stop...never stop saying those things to me." his lips were swollen when you finally broke apart, and his eyes were anything but satisfied.

"never." you shook your head, promising him. he smiled innocently for the last time that day before your lips met once more.

he loved being so rough with you, who would've thought he liked it when you were so gentle? either way, you were happy to know how sebastian felt when he saw you crumble underneath him when he used you for everything you had. seeing him weak at the knees from just your words, you felt, leveled the playing feild.

[lxke02]

SERPENT STYLE

—soshiro hoshina x fem! iguro obanai! reader

CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST | PREV. | NEXT CH. | NAV.

It was a quiet night at the Third Division base located at Tachikawa-that is if you ignore the sounds of muffled telephone rings occasionally coming from different rooms of the building or the sounds of printers printing out important documents or even the sounds of a sword slicing through thin air from one of the building's training rooms as a soldier recounting the kaiju he encountered earlier that day and continues to train despite his aching muscles.

Despite the mundane happenings inside the base, [Name] Iguro, the Third in Command knew that there is absolutely no peace unless all kaijus are eliminated.

She stood in front of the large window of her office, her reflection mirrored by the glass. Heterochromatic eyes gazing down below, watching as her fellow troop members worked their night shifts. Her albino red-eyed snake, Kaburamaru was wrapped comfortably around her neck.

Sharp turquoise and gold eyes narrowed as she finally took in her features-that is reflected from the glass window. She often wore bandages around her lower face, to hide the single hideous scar that stretches to both sides of her cheeks-resembling like a serpent's mouth.

The marred and uneven skin tone of her skin. It disgusts her. The seemingly permanent smile that was carved into her face, it makes her horrified.

"This is taking a long time to fade." She muttered, hand caressing the scar on her cheek, feeling the rugged skin underneath her fingertips. She winces, hand immediately moving away from her face.

There it is again, the phantom pains.

Even though it's been years since she got this scar, sometimes she can feel pain that's not supposed to be there. She can still feel it, the blade cutting through her skin, the iron taste that fills her tongue, the undescribable burning pain of her skin being sliced apart.

She can still sometimes feel it. It haunts her.

To this day, she sometimes still sees the kaiju that did this to her whenever she looks in the mirror. The snake-like kaiju still haunts her to this day, making a mockery of her.

A cruel mockery to her entire being. Reducing her humanity to nothing but monstrosity, all because that wretched creature sliced her face to resemble her like a serpent-the very creature that monster was.

"God, I truly despise myself." She muttered with bitter resentment.

Brrr... Brrr... Brrr...

The sounds of muffled sounds of vibration coming from her phone was heard, she raises an eyebrow as she fished out the device from her pocket.

Heterochromatic eyes widened as she read the message, Kaiju Alert: South Yokohama Hospital.

"These fuckers really don't know when to stop, do they?" She grumbles, her eyes widened ever so slightly when she hears the rustling sound of the doorknob to her office.

Her eyes landed on the bandages on her couch, a few feet away from her.

There's not enough time to grab it!

She thought, eyes widened.

The doors opened, the familiar figure of the Third Division Vice Captain entered her office-already dressed in his combat suit, fox-like eyes scanning the room until it landed on heterochromatic turquoise and gold ones.

"Iguro-san, let's go. We have work to do." Soshiro says, looking at the woman who stood a few feet away from him, her arm covering the lower half of her face. He decided not to point it out.

"Yes, let's go." [Name] muttered and watched him leave the room first. She grabs the bandages on the couch and quickly ties it around her face—making sure it's tight and secured.

She removes her standard uniform jacket to reveal her tight black compression shirt and black pants. She immediately grabs her combat suit that she placed on the couch's armrest, immediately putting it on-the fabric glowing in white as it slowly adjusts and closes on her body.

She shuddered, feeling the suit slowly tighten and cling to her body like a second skin, the familiar heat of the technology spreading all over her body.

She grabs the gas mask, placing it over her mouth and nose.

And lastly, her specialized weapon—a long katana with an odd design that resembles a wave-like a slithering serpent.

"Let's go, Kaburamaru." She muttered, heterochromatic eyes dark in blood lust and her snake just slithered his tongue in response as they left the room.

[Name] stood beside Soshiro, her heterochromatic eyes sternly looking around her fellow troop members gathered outside, with two armored vehicles waiting for them.

Loud footsteps were heard, yet they remained firm on where they stand. Not moving a muscle.

Commander Ashiro along with her pet tiger, Bakko walks in the middle of the two units.

"The kaiju was discovered in the hospital, we must prevent any human casualties." She sternly says, walking in front of the group, standing in front facing them, "We'll defeat this kaiju at all costs." She says, the tone of her voice stern. This was a command from the captain, and everyone will make sure that it is met.

"Let's split into two groups, Iguro and Hoshina both of you will be on the same cart as me." Ashiro ordered, the two officers gave her a salute.

"Yes, Captain!" They both say.

[Name] sat beside Soshiro on the armored vehicle they were riding along with a few troop members including the captain.

Her heterochromatic eyes staring at the golden holographic screen-that contains the map of Yokohama in front of Soshiro, a red blinking dot was seen.

"Another kaiju?" Soshiro muttered, hand on his earpiece, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Cart 2, continue right ahead. We'll head to a new point." Ashiro orders, [Name] can feel the vehicle shifted and turned to a new direction, she clenches her fists, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Soshiro turns to look at her, noticing the glare in those heterochromatic eyes of hers. He nudges her gently to the side, "Hey, calm down, we'll arrive there soon. We'll make sure to neutralize them." He whispers and [Name] just sighs and nodded. Closing her eyes as she tries to envision the possible moves she'll be using when the moment comes.

"What the hell happened here?" [Name] muttered, heterochromatic eyes scanning the destroyed and utterly bloodied area, her hands tightly gripping her sword.

"What the hell is this?" Soshiro asked beside her, looking around the area with his hands on his hips before slowly walking towards Captain Ashiro's side.

[Name]'s eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at the surrounding area in disgust—blood, guts, broken kaiju bones everywhere. The stench was horrifying despite the gas mask she was wearing.

Kaburamaru seems to hate the foul iron smell as the serpent decided to hide underneath her long black hair.

She watches as the medic carried the injured woman on a stretcher before her eyes followed Captain Ashiro who was walking towards the small girl.

[Name] decided to approach them, standing on Soshiro's side as they watched the older woman knelt in front of the small child.

"Tell me about the kaiju you saw." Commander Ashiro spoke softly, [Name] observed the two.

"Kaiju..." The small child softly says, slightly whimpering in fear as tears begin to form at the side of her eyes, Ashiro patted the smaller girl's head to comfort her.

"It'll be okay, I'm going to defeat all the kaijus." Ashiro says, truthfulness was evident in her voice.

The girl's eyes brightened, as she began to smile, "Really?!" She asked before her face fell, catching the attention of the three high officers of the Third Division.

"Please don't kill that nice kaiju-san though," She begged softly, eyes filled with innocence.

[Name]'s, Soshiro's, and Ashiro's eyes widened in surprise.

"Eh?" Commander Ashiro muttered, shock and confusion evident on her face.

"He saved my mom." The kid answers, truth evident in her voice.

[Name] scoffs, sheathing her sword back to its scabbard, "There are no such things as nice kaijus, we'll make sure to eliminate all of those creatu-hey, wait, where are you taking me?!" [Name] asked, a surprised tone in her voice as Soshiro decided to grab her wrist and pulled her away, "Let's go." Soshiro deadpans as he pulls the woman along with him.

Commander Ashiro and the child just sweat dropped as they watched the scene.

➤ THE NEXT MORNING.

The sounds of shuffling papers were heard inside the staff room, the smell of freshly brewed black coffee lingers in the air.

Yet, Soshiro can't focus on his work as he feels a certain woman's sharp glare on him.

"Why are you glaring at me?" Soshiro asked, who was working beside [Name]. Currently the two are working in the staff room-busy with multiple stacks of paperwork that Commander Ashiro asked them to do.

And [Name] was occasionally glaring at the Vice Captain, Soshiro sighs, "Is it because I stopped you from crushing that poor girl's hopes and dreams?" He asked, fox-like eyes looking at her.

"I was about to give her a reality check." She muttered and Soshiro just sighed before deciding to change the subject, "Enough about that, have you seen this year's batch of applicants? I must say I'm impressed." He says with a grin, canines poking out of his lips.

[Name] just sighs and nodded, "Indeed, this year's batch is rather impressive. Though, I have a question." She muttered, eye twitching in annoyance before showing the Vice Captain a paper with an applicant's details on it.

"Why do we have an old man here?" She grumbles and Soshiro cackles, "Oh, right! I forgot about him HAHAHAHA, Commander decided to raise the limit because of Japan's lowering birthrates, something like that." He answered, occasionally wheezing.

[Name] just grumbles before returning the paper back to the stack then immediately slapping her own forehead, "I don't know if he's stupid or not."

Soshiro just grins before shrugging, "He is determined, no doubt about that." He says before chuckling, "Gonna ask, is there a certain applicant that caught your interest?" He asked and [Name] shook her head, her heterochromatic eyes landed on to the top most paper on a different stack, containing the details of blonde haired and emerald-eyed girl.

"No one caught my eyes, unfortunately." She says avoiding the male's wine-red eyes that shines like rubies. Soshiro snorted, crossing his arms, "Somehow, I feel like yer lying." He says with a smirk and [Name] ignored him, turning her attention back to the papers on her side of the table, her cup of coffee untouched as she refuses to eat or drink when others are around.

"Anyways, you're going to proctor the exam, right?" [Name] asked, placing her right elbow on top of the table before leaning her head against her right palm.

Soshiro grins, giving the girl a thumbs up, "Yup! Maybe I should ask the Captain to make you a proctor too." He suggested with a smirk and [Name] glares at him, "Don't you fucking dare."

He just looks at her with a mischievous look inside those wine-red eyes of his, "What? Scared you'll lose your free time to read haikus?" He teasingly asked and an irked mark was on [Name]'s forehead, "Damn right."

"Too bad, I'll still ask the Captain anyways, think about it as hanging out." He cackled, and [Name] just deadpans at him, "You're really annoying, Hoshina." She flatly says.

"You loved me anyways." He grins and she just blankly looks at him, "Loud incorrect buzzer." She says and Soshiro laughs

"Did you just say "loud incorrect buzzer?"" He asked in between wheezes, "I said what I said." [Name] flatly says but unknown to Soshiro, she was smiling underneath her bandages.

[Name] ended up accepting to be a proctor anyways when Commander Ashiro asked her.

[yourjughead]

The Past

Sweet Pea X Reader

A/N: In my world Fangs is not dead. I don't know if this makes sense with the canon of the show. it is what it is. Much love.

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Sweet Pea jogged through the streets of the South Side, mind racing about following Josie to New York or not. The 11pm  jog a result of another fight about futures between the two. Sweet Peas legs burned as he pushed through, enjoying the pain and believing he deserves it. The rain glowed in the street lights, the centre of the Southside almost deserted, all busy taking advantage of the late night and the cover of  rain to get business done. 

Finally deciding he'd had enough he checked his phone to find a missed call from a private number. Not unusual for a high ranking Serpent he thought, locking the phone again, tucking it into his pocket and beginning to jog again, crashing directly into the door of a taxi. 

“Fucking hell!” He gripped the top of the window with his hands before placing a hand on his chest. You swung your legs out of the taxi starting to apologise, the words catching in your throat at the sight of him. 

“Sweet Pea” 

“YN…YLN” 

You took the door from his grip closing it behind you, the taxi immediately relocking it's doors and taking off back into the streets. The dying light of the last remaining Southside motel flickering light up both your profiles. 

“Emm you're looking well Sweets…Sweet Pea” the red flush from his jog was gone from his face growing pale at the sight of a ghost and a nickname not spoken in almost 4 years, back to senior year. 

“Thank- what are you doing here YN?” tones of confused sadness left Sweet Pea, the anger towards you he felt so many years ago unable to be conjured back at will. 

“I have business with…it doesn't really matter who. I wasn't expecting to see you, it's only a flying visit”

“I suppose you're good at that” you looked away briefly to shield some of the pain of that dig before looking back, exhaling and trying to nodd to him. The rain had began to soak you both down to your skin but neither of you moved.

“I…I'm sorry about how we left…how I left it…I know that's not enough… I don't know how to fix it” it came out of you in a jumble.

“If you had an umbrella that might make a start” he half smiled at you easing some tension, used to playing that role in your life. Your phone ringing cut through the air between you. 

“I have to take this Sweets….Sweet Pea” he nodded in understanding as you swiped to answer the phone while turning from him. 

“Yeah- Yeah - I'm here now - whatevers necessary - Yeah - For how long?! - But - Yeah fine” you looked back around and found a puddle where Sweet Pea once stood, having run back off into the night.

Sweet Pea POV

After my encounter with the ghost I met with my friends at the Wyrm. I needed a drink...or a bull tranquiliser.

“She what?!” Toni chipped the ball over the side of the pool table in shock as told them of my encounter.

“She tried to apologise” 

“Ughhhh” Toni took her shot and Jughead watched from the booth, typing away.

The bar was abuzz with talks of yn. She was the name on everybody's lips, a few people even saying I made it up.

“She should just go back to where she came from” Toni growled.

“Isn't she doing that by being here” Toni looked at Fangs like she was trying to explode his head with her mind.  

“There's no way she'll last the weekend, she'll get wind of all of the gossip about her and bolt” Fangs sunk a ball in the corner pocket.

“Yeah she's good at that” Toni missing a sure bet. It was clear Yn was running laps around her mind, she was in everyone else's. 

“Do you think she'll go to FPs birthday party”

“I'm not sure fangs, I wouldn't think so” I sunk another ball. 

“That'd be pretty ballsy” he sunk two

“Yeah but then again that sounds like yn” Toni chipped another ball over the side receiving teasing from fangs and I. She's usually much better than this, she's clearly very bothered.

The ball rolled along the bar floor and stopped dead under the sole of a boot. Yns boot. She stood, hands in her pockets, confidently surveying the bar. You could hear a pin drop, it was like a scene from an old wild Western. She laughed lightly before kicking the ball back in our direction and strutting towards the bar, there wasn't an eye in the house not on her. Fangs mouth hung open, Toni stood straight with pursed lips and a mixture of hate and pain in her eyes. Jughead was the only one to make noise, busily typing away. Yns eyes dragged around the room, staying a little longer on me than anyone else...or maybe I was imagining that.  The sound of her boots off the wooden worn floor echoed throughout, she sauntered up the back the stairs, pushing a strand of hair over her shoulder. I hate how i want to be the one to do that again. I hate how she can still command a rooms attention without a word. I hate how i don't hate her. She reached the back office door, looking over her shoulders before ducking inside. The bar buzzed back to life. 

“How dare she walk in here!!!” Toni was turning red, fangs looked more confused but not as much as Jughead did.

“So that's yn? Why is she such a big deal?”

“She nearly killed Sweet Pea” 

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[soft-mafia]

Something for my Hisoka simps

This is a small part from the oc fic I’m working on but I decided to cut this part out since I feel like it adds nothing to the plot. But I don’t want it to go to waste, I thought someone might enjoy it lol(no actual names are mentioned so this could count as an x reader fic before anyone yells at me) this was originally going to be at the very end of chapter one.

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I was going up to the bridge I would always climb before the sun sets. It’s the large bridge that connects the north side to the south, the black metal arches were a pretty pattern. One day I want to take my little brother out here once we reunite and teach him how to scale these buildings and climb up the bridge. A lot of street kids climb up there too sometimes, usually to make out or something.

I do it because it’s peaceful, though I can see Kukuroo Mountain when I’m all the way up at the top of the left arch. It’s the closest I can be to my little brother, but it makes me sick whenever I look at it so I always sit up at the right. There’s a boy that sits with me sometimes and we talk. We don’t know each other’s names though, he never asks me and I never ask him. Maybe we both want to keep it that way. He looks like he’s the same age as Moza but less annoying and more mature.

I don’t see him at the lodge though, he says he spends most of his time in the north side. He says he wants to fight at Heaven’s Arena which is laughable. As if that place would ever take a street kid like him seriously. Despite how mature he is, everybody up north sees anyone from the south side as trash. Heaven’s Arena was the huge skyscraper that went past the clouds up in the north side. It's really hard to miss unless it’s extremely foggy. It’s basically the Serpent’s Den, but legal. Plus the arena’s fighters were more “presentable”, I watch the fights on the television sometimes. The fighters all wore pristine, elaborate costumes, leotards digging into their asses. Me and Hades would always make fun of them when we watched the fights that were broadcasted. Their stage looked nicer as well, cleaner, much larger and grander than the small pit in the basement of the tiny cramped bar that was the Serpent’s Den.

The winners in Heaven’s Arena, the floor masters, could also live in penthouses provided by the arena itself, rent free. Something like that would sound like heaven to anybody, maybe that’s why they call it “Heaven’s Arena.” It’s not like I hope the kid doesn’t make it, it just seems so unrealistic. But he’s confident in himself, and I can tell he’s not like any of these other kids out here. He’s skinny but not malnourished, he’s pale but that’s probably due to the fact he’s a ginger. Maybe he’ll have a shot, but nobody is gonna take him seriously. I don’t see him at the lodge, I don’t really see him at all other than when we meet up at the bridge. He probably has a place he’s staying in the north side.

I scale the buildings and make my way up to the top of the one closest to the bridge. As I go to jump, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see who it was, a feeling of panic shoots through my body until I see who it was. It was the redhead. He looms over me, he’s insanely tall.

“Hey.” He says to me. I blink a couple of times and step away from him.

“Hey.” I say back to him. He starts laughing under his breath, I can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. He scared me and it was such a stupid thing to be scared of, it was because I was about to jump from a building when he snuck up on me, that’s why.

“I didn’t know you were such a scaredy cat.” He chuckles, he’s a jerk sometimes, but not in the way Moza is. He doesn’t purposely try to piss me off. He reaches into his back pocket, “Want some gum?” He loved gum for some reason, he always had it on him. It was probably a hunger suppressant since he was too broke to afford an actual meal. He says you could chew gum for hours and you could always feel full, it doesn’t matter if you haven’t eaten. Even when the flavor would dissolve and you were left chewing some gross, firm gunk. I shake my head, I’m not a big fan of gum, it always leaves my teeth feeling sore.

“No thanks. I got some chips if you wanna share them once we get to the top.” I offer, pulling out the bag of chips I had forgotten were stuffed under my shirt. He shakes his head as he pops the piece of gum into his mouth, his soft red bangs blew through the breeze against his forehead. He has a little bit of acne but for some odd reason it looks attractive on him, maybe it’s his facial structure that makes it seem that way. He’s a handsome dude. If we met under different circumstances, where I wasn’t having to hide my identity, I would want to be friends with him.

He looks at me through his bangs as they would fall over his eyes sometimes, “No, I’m not climbing the bridge today. I’m sorry.” He says in his charming, suave voice, “I came here to tell you I won’t be coming to the south side anymore.”

For some reason his words put a pain in my chest, why was I hurt by this? We rarely ever spoke, we don’t even know each other’s names.

I stammer for a moment, “Um..” I try to find my words, looking away for a moment then looking back at him, “Why?”

“I’m gonna do it. I’m going to sign up at Heaven’s Arena. It won’t take me long to reach the top floors.” He says, putting his hands in his pockets, “I predict I’ll be at the 100th floor in no less than a week.”

That makes me let out a soft chuckle, “You’re dreaming, kid.” I tell him, “Have you ever watched an Arena fight? I mean yeah, it’s fun to talk shit, but just because they dress like pansies doesn’t mean they’re weak.” That was true, even if they were a bunch of prissies, they were violent.

“Oh I watch them every night, even in person whenever I can. Sometimes, instead of choosing to buy dinner for myself, I buy a ticket just to watch a fight.” He says, I blink a few times, then cross my arms and look off to the side again. There’s a long silence, neither of us are looking at each other. I look back at him finally, “I guess this is goodbye.”

I watch as he walks to the edge of the building, putting one foot up on the ledge. There’s another silence before he looks back at me, “I never asked you what your name was.” He says to me, I swallow, my eyes dart to the ground but then I look back up to him again. “Rinata.” I say, it doesn’t matter if I give him a fake name, I’ll never see him again anyway. He laughs at me again and shakes his head, his smile is sharp, like a predator’s, he looks up at the sky before looking back at me. He knew I was lying, but how? Did he know me by any of my other names?

“You don’t have to lie to me like you lie to the others. You don’t have to tell me. It doesn’t matter to me any less. I’m sure we’ll forget each other as soon as the sun sets.” He says, and that hits me like a bullet. Before I know it he’s gone and I’m alone. My mouth falls agape, my hands hang at my sides as I think about what just happened. He truly wasn’t like any of these kids out here, he was smart, we could’ve been friends. Why was this hurting me so much? I feel that sick feeling in my stomach, the same feeling I get when thinking of Milluki, or looking at Kukuroo Mountain from a distance. That feeling of loneliness, that feeling of what could’ve been.

I don’t feel like climbing the bridge tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever go up there again. It’ll just be another reminder of something I lost. Another place completely ruined for me, another moment that I don’t want to think about ever again, and another emotion I don’t want to feel. I jump off of the building, and some part of me hopes I’ll find the boy somewhere once I land but he’s completely vanished, probably back up to the north side. I inhale shakily, the cold is finally getting to me without my leather coat, I hope Violet is feeling extra warm right now.

[imtryingmybeskar]

Come Home Chapter Nine

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Overnight in the clocktower with Joel. But you're not alone in the town.

Word count: 4,982

Come Home

Chapter Nine - The Tallest Height

A little over a week later, once the snow has receded somewhat and there have been a few days of uninterrupted bright winter sunshine, you and Joel head out beyond the walls of Jackson one early morning. The saddlebags on the horses are full – of food, first aid supplies, wind up torches and blankets. Not all of it is for your use, of course. The clock tower will serve both as outpost and beacon – a way for the people of Jackson to communicate over longer distances. That is, if you can reach it.

The apprehension you feel has been honed over the past few days, sharpened into something almost painful. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said that it was entirely to do with the prospect of facing a town potentially full of infected. You had done that before – silently sneaking around clickers, using whatever means necessary to escape from runners. It wasn’t fun and you were very aware that a misstep led to certain death, but it was expected. It was familiar, almost comfortable, this far into this brave new world.

What was decidedly less comfortable were the glances you catch yourself sneaking at Joel more and more often, the daydreams that you had found yourself immersed in as you stared into your fireplace instead of concentrating on your book. The constant “Why?” that had plagued you since Maria had told you that he had requested that you ride out alone together. Clearly, he had taken your words that day on your porch on board. He now trusted – at least outwardly – that you were more than capable of a journey like this, that you had experienced enough of life out in the wilderness that you wouldn’t shy from what had to be done. When you were making your plans and preparing yourselves for the journey, he had mentioned in a matter-of-fact way that this kind of scouting lent itself better to a small party, so that if anything did go south casualties would be minimal. But why you? There were a hundred people in Jackson, many of them accustomed to going outside the walls. Hell, you were pretty sure that he generally went out with Tommy, and who better to rely upon for something like this than his own brother?

The prospect of being alone with Joel for an extended period of time made your stomach fill with…well if they weren’t quite butterflies, they were certainly moths, and you weren’t sure if it was because you found him so physically attractive or it was a hint at something deeper. You found yourself hoping for the former. No good ever came of being attached. You had found that out the hard way. Twice.

And yet…

You found yourself soothed by his very presence, his voice, unable to look away from how his coat strained across his broad shoulders the times he took the lead across terrain that necessitated the horses walk single file. Part of you trusted him completely already – in his clear strength, his abilities. Even that was disconcerting after having known him for such a short length of time. And now…now you would be on your own with him for a couple of days at the very least. It was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

“Robert Smith.”

Joel’s gravelly tones break into your musings and you glance up at him as he rides to your right, blinking your confusion.

“Huh?”

“I’ll bet he survived.”

The peal of laughter that escapes you is irresistible, and his own dimpled smile is glorious as it matches yours.

The sun is high when you reach the designated crossing point over the writhing serpent of the river. At one time a bridge spanned its churning rapids, and you can still see the twisted metal bones of it far to your right, a yawning chasm now separating one side from the other. The water in front of you is more gentle here, twisting streams flowing and gurgling around raised points of earth and silt.

Before you cross, Joel calls a halt and retrieves the map that was sketched on a previous recce from an inside pocket of his coat. You draw your horse closer to his and examine it together.

“We’ll come into the town here,” he says, jabbing a finger at the point in question and then tracing a path. “We’ll ride along this road, avoidin’ the main street for now. It will lead us straight to the clock tower, and we can try to spot any infected that might be out in the open. This place was too small to warrant any kind of bombing campaign, but they did evac the residents. The last coupla groups that came found a few pockets of infected – some runners, some clickers that were probably responsible for the runners. They cleared some of the shops that they raided for supplies – pharmacies and the like – and they didn’t get swarmed afterward which is reassurin’. But we have to think that they probably didn’t get ‘em all. Stay alert.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. The towns that you and Chris had raided over the years had tended to the small side. This was twice as big and therefore twice as dangerous.

A barricade that has been noticeably forced open and then put back together in a more sparse and higgledy-piggledy way is your welcome into the town. A large sign in red and white that you recognise very well despite its faded and broken appearance is off to one side.

MANDATORY EVACUATION NOTICE

All residents of STONETOWN and all outlying areas are required to evacuate by 8pm on 10/14/13

PLEASE FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS OF DESIGNATED AUTHORITIES

All evacuees will be asked to provide identification and may be subject to onsite medical testing.

Any evacuees resisting official directives will be detained.

The cracked concrete of the streets are still being reclaimed by nature, bare dead sticks that would surely be green and lush in a few months poking through the manmade layer over them. The houses either side of the street you ride down are quiet and brooding, no sense that anyone is still present within. Cars lie rusted and derelict in driveways and upon the roads. The sound of the horses’ hooves are mercifully muffled by the snow that still overlays all and no footprints, no blood mar its glistening purity. Its everything you would expect and the best you could hope to find in a place like this. Still, the tension is thrumming. Your muscles are tightening in the saddle as you ride, and you have to constantly remind yourself to consciously relax, to drop your shoulders and unknot your stomach. You are glad for the machete at your hip, and unconsciously caress it as you follow Joel’s lead, happy to fall in line behind him as you progress to your destination.

The town is located on a slight incline, the mountains in the distance beginning to make themselves known in the terrain underfoot. Consequently, you catch more and more frequent glimpses of the heights of the red bricked, snowy roofed clock tower as you progress silently through the ghostly suburbia. It looks remarkably undamaged to your eyes, standing tall six storeys high and the passage of time marked only by the incongruous splash of green as twisted ivy ascends its side. Even the glass in the clockfaces that you can see appears intact.

The chipped, white planked building that it towers above also seems unscathed as you draw up beside it, and Joel bids you wait with the horses as he dismounts and goes inside to investigate. You pat both horses soothingly as you sit in the saddle, listening to the birds that trill happily to each other from their perches, and finding peace in the dappled primrose sunlight that slants through the trees.

Soon, Joel is emerging from the doorway again, and by the relaxed expression on his face you know that the short period of time that it took to explore is a good thing. Sure enough-

“All clear,” he confirms, quietly. “Let’s bring the horses inside.”

The racket their hooves make upon the cracked lacquered floor as you enter would surely be enough to rouse anyone, living or dead, nearby. But all remains still and peaceful, and you are grateful for the seeming adherence to the evacuation order you saw at the entrance to the town. The space was clearly some sort of church hall at one time or another and had been used as a refuge before evacuation took place. Abandoned camp beds are set up in squashed rows - about forty in all - luggage and clothes and soft toys and personal knick-knacks strewn around them. Disturbed dust moves through the soft winter sun that valiantly streams through the dirt and cobwebs across the windows.

He leads you past all of this to a set of double doors set right at the back, the horses forced single file once more. You leave them there, safely enclosed at the bottom of the large and dimly lit stairwell, and relieve them of their saddlebags before beginning your ascent into the clocktower itself. Small, thin windows of four panes of stacked glass are set at regular intervals within the brick, and the light they permit is enough to see by as you climb. Four storeys up there is another door, and the way Joel opens it with blithe confidence tells you that he has already checked that it is safe.

The room beyond is formed of plain, red bricked walls with three large, arched windows set into one wall. Boxy shapes covered with dust sheets lie here and there and it is obvious that this place had few visitors, even before the infection. The dust overlaying all stirs as you enter and you stifle the sneeze that tickles your nose.

Joel sets down his backpack and the saddlebag and approaches the window before beckoning you over.

The town is laid out before you, the main street wide and very obvious even from up here, clusters of houses fanning out from it in all directions. The sun is beginning to wane, and its golden rosy glow is reaching through the buildings to flare against the windows that aren’t broken and slide like honey across the snow.

Movement catches your eye at a point you estimate to be half a mile away and north east from your current position, and you lightly touch Joel’s arm to get his attention, nodding toward what has captured yours. He rummages through his saddlebag and retrieves a pair of binoculars, focusing on the area you have indicated.

“Clicker,” he says shortly. “And-“ he pauses for a moment, sweeping his gaze slowly from side to side. “Another clicker just beyond.

You draw out a small notebook and a pen from an inside pocket of your coat, an item you retrieved on some supply run with Chris that hadn’t yielded much more than that.

“What they wearing?” you ask, and Joel breaks his observance to give you a quizzical look, one eyebrow arching in an unspoken question. “If we have a way to keep count and confirm which ones we’ve killed when we’re down there, there will be fewer surprises.”

His face clears and he nods, giving the descriptions that you have requested as he resumes his vigilance over the streets below, panning the binoculars in a methodical sweep over everything. The two clickers are the only things moving out there, and even with your naked eye you can see them staggering around with their distinctive juddering movements as they disappear and reappear among the houses.

“Here,” he offers after a few minutes. “See if you can spot anything I haven’t.”

He hands you the binoculars and goes over to the covered boxes attempting to lift each of them until he finds one light enough that he can begin to move it over to your position. You realise that you have been staring at what he is doing – how his jeans bunch around his thighs and backside as he tests them, the tendons in his neck standing stark as he lifts, and you gulp and hurriedly press your eyes to the binoculars before he can catch you in the act. It was all very well looking at him in Jackson - at the bar, or as you walked together or as he sat in your living room. But here…that kind of inattention to what was important might get you killed.

Fucking tighten it up, you tell yourself. Fucking concentrate.

You also make a sweep of the town, starting from left to right. Houses. Rows upon rows. Snow. Trees. Fenced yards. Cars. There, one identified clicker. More houses. More snow. A child’s playset, it’s primary plastic colouring showing clearly against the white of the ground it was on. There, the other clicker. The main street. Some windows broken, some items dragged out into the street and now covered with a layer of snow too. And beyond, not too far from where you must have entered, a large store, its warehouse type structure by far the biggest of its kind around. You wonder if previous groups had searched it already.

“You see Jackson?”

His voice so close behind makes you startle, makes the moths in your stomach set to fluttering once more. But not as much as when his arm brushes your shoulder as he reaches around you to point ahead, somewhere beyond the circumference of where you had been looking. You don’t dare look up at him as you press the binoculars to your eyes again, searching until you see those strong walls that you have come to rely on, smoke rising in little patches from the town as the inhabitants keep warm in their houses.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I see it,” you reply, hoping you didn’t sound as wrong-footed as you felt.

“What about the outpost we visited the other day?”

How does his voice sound even deeper than it usually does? You concentrate on the task he has set you, working out the vicinity of the outpost from the spectacular view of this town that you had taken there. But you’re flustered, jittery. Half your brain is screaming at you to BE NORMAL, the other half already lost in the proximity of Joel. Can you feel his chest brushing against your back? His breath against you? Or are those imaginings, the ghost of yearning? A low chuckle comes from behind and you wonder too if he knows the effect he is having on you.

“This way,” he says quietly, and then his large, warm, gun calloused hand is covering yours and pushing it softly to the left and you blink rapidly behind the safety of the binoculars as you allow yourself to be gently guided into position. It feels like an effort to breathe, and while you have faced that particular problem more often recently, this time is quite different. A warmth cascades through you, starting from the top of your head and landing somewhere deep within.

“You see it?” he asks again and you desperately try to focus on the view in front of you. Trees, trees, an ocean of trees. And there, peeking between them, finally a concrete bunker surrounded by fences and wire.

“I can,” you breathe, your own voice much softer than you had intended. He drops his hand from yours, and your skin cries out for the loss of his warmth.

“We ain’t so far from home,” he remarks, and you wonder if it is supposed to be a comfort to you or him.

“W-what about that big store down there,” you stutter, trying to reclaim some equilibrium within you. He’s still so close though, so close that as he moves you catch a wafting smell of soap. “Could we go and check it out? Looks pretty intact from here. And it seems like its near to where we came in.”

“May I?” he asks, and you finally turn to him to hand him the binoculars, not quite daring to meet his eyes as you do.

He takes your place, looking out over the space you had indicated.

“Does seem intact,” he confirms. “The first team checked it out, but not thoroughly. Made sure there were no infected left in there. Took a few bits and pieces.” He breaks his concentration to look down at you again. “Might be a good idea. Maybe I’ll find somethin’ to give Tommy for Christmas. You’d think gift givin’ would be easier now, but that man is fussy,” he adds with a smile. You return it and are just about to ask what he had gotten for Ellie when further movement catches your eye.

You drop down out of sight of the window, dragging Joel down by the sleeve of his coat and he falls in with you immediately.

“What is it?” he hisses, all trace of humour and softness subsumed by the alert tension in his face.

As you open your mouth to reply, you hear the pop of muffled gunfire from the town beyond.

“Ah fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you’re inclined to agree. At least one person was left alive out there and either they were desperate enough to not be worried about drawing attention to themselves at this precise moment, or they were in great enough numbers that it didn’t matter.

More gunfire. And then the tell-tale scream of infected.

You glance over at Joel and he nods before you simultaneously risk peeping over the lip of the window frame.

A small group of people are inching slowly backward up the main street, sparks erupting from the ends of their guns as infected run toward them. You see five living, six or seven dead with a few scattered here and there, blood sprayed across the snow and finally at some kind of rest. The sun is fading fast and its now-ruby rays only serve to accentuate the blackness of the liquid surrounding the fallen. One of the living is blindsided by a runner to their left, the raging infected upon them before they can react. The rest of the group keep retreating, their only mercy to shoot both attacker and comrade in their heads.

The battle continues, passes further from the clocktower and out of sight until only the faint sounds of gunfire can be heard. Then that too ceases.

Joel and you exchange a dark look.

“At least they’ll have drawn out all the infected in the area,” you murmur. “We can keep watch on the situation, see how many are actually left to deal with.”

“Can we risk runnin’ into them though?” queries Joel. “At last count I saw four. If we get the jump on ‘em, fine, but what if there are more?”

You had been thinking much the same and had no good answer for him.

“Well,” he says, creeping away from the window before standing and stretching. “Let’s get to the work we can do.”

He bids you sit and keep watch with the binoculars while he unpacks the supplies you are to leave here. Some of the crates are prised open with the crowbar he has strapped to his pack, and he distributes the blankets, torches, food and first aid kits among them, covering them back with the dust sheets when he is done.

Meanwhile, you see nothing particularly noteworthy. Both clickers you took note of earlier are down, along with three runners and the man who had been on the side of the living until very recently.

By the time Joel takes his turn with the binoculars, the light is almost gone and you’re not sure how much he will be able to see. Still, you head downstairs to take care of the horses’ needs. They’re placid, unbothered, merely wanting to be fed and watered and you also make sure their blankets are secure about them before creeping back into the main hall.

Most of the camp beds are in a terrible state, rotting and useless after so long but eventually you find one that you deem useable, though it stinks of mildew. You also find a stuffed rabbit that you think Anna might like once its been thoroughly washed, and a few more books to add to your collection. Still no Keats, but there is a copy of Les Misérables that will keep you occupied for a while, as well as some Agatha Christie and Terry Pratchett novels too. You decide against the Stephen King and Clive Barker stuff – horror wasn’t so fun when you lived it daily – but you do also find a copy of A Game of Thrones which you take to give to Joel. You also double check the security of the doors that lead outside and quietly stack some chairs against them, just in case.

When you come back up to the clocktower, its to find that Joel has also been busy. He has rigged a curtain from the dust sheets, and the room is now softly lit by the low, welcoming glow of a lamp as it rests on the floor far from the window. He has lined up the wrapped sandwiches and slightly shrivelled winter store apples on the crate you had been sitting on earlier, an echo of shop displays from days gone by. His outer jacket lies neatly over his rucksack, but he has kept the fleece underneath on as the room is still pretty cold even with the windows now covered.

“Hey,” he greets you. “Horses okay?”

“All good,” you confirm as you deposit the camp bed beside a crate. “I’ll check on them again in the night. I assume we should probably take turns on watch?”

“I reckon that would be best,” he agrees. “I haven’t seen anything move out there, but I’d sleep much better knowin’ someone was keepin’ an eye on things. What’s that you got there?” He nods toward the bed and you begin to unfurl it.

“Figured it would be slightly more comfortable than the floor. Its not the Ritz, but it’ll do.”

“It’ll do,” he echoes with a smile.

The two of you talk quietly as you eat – about everything and nothing. How Ellie is progressing with her art, how Tommy came to meet Maria, how Maria managed to build Jackson with her father, your life in the Helena QZ, the similarities and differences with Joel’s in the Boston one, your favourite holidays, favourite places to travel in times past. And then-

“What do you miss most from before? The small things, you know. Not the obvious,” you enquire.

He draws up a little, crosses his ankles and raises his knees and rests his arms upon them. You recognise the defensive body language and hasten to reassure him.

“Hey, if that’s getting too personal I understand-“

“No, no,” he replies, voice calm as ever. “Its just one of those questions I’ve tended not to think about. Not out loud anyway. It all seemed kinda…pointless most of the time.” You nod your understanding, having felt the same way on many occasions. “But in Jackson I realised I got back some of those things that I hadn't even known I'd missed because I thought they had already gone forever. Movie nights with popcorn. Hot showers. A good steak, on occasion. Lazy mornings. Those ones when the sun would wake you, not an alarm. And you’d go downstairs and open the refrigerator and make breakfast and actually sit and enjoy it rather than runnin’ out of the house to work. Even managed to have some of those recently.” He huffs a laugh, but it’s tinged with sadness and you begin to regret this particular choice of topic.

“Sorry,” you say. “Didn’t mean to stir up bad memories.”

“Naw, its not that. Its just…the differences between those mornings then and now, ya know? The food you took for granted – orange juice and bagels and avocados. The radio.” A pause, and you see sadness in his face as he looks away from you. “And the people.”

A beat of silence as you work out how to take the conversation from here. “Well…here’s to the people,” you eventually say, holding up your water bottle toward him in a toast.

“The people,” he echoes dully as he swigs from his own bottle.

You look at him a moment longer, the light casting shadows upon his face and making it seem even craggier than it was. You wouldn’t push him of course. But you’d bet actual rations that he was thinking of Sarah, whomever she was.

“Well…I was going to confess something horrific, but I think I’ve lowered the mood enough for tonight,” you say, trying to bring a little levity back to the atmosphere.

He glances up at you, a smile beginning to twitch at the corners of his mouth again.

“You can’t just dangle that in front of me and not follow up,” he insists, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“I miss…good wine and art galleries and the smell of stationary shops and visiting craft fairs and…ok you are definitely going to judge me for this.”

He relaxes, sits cross legged and leans toward you with a questioning yet amused expression, inviting you to continue.

“I fucking miss the taste of mushrooms.”

“Ooooof,” he huffs, jokingly. “Yeah, don’t go tellin’ that to everyone. They’ll think you’re some kinda degenerate.”

“Right? I mean if I was actually presented with a plate of mushrooms I think I’d shoot six rounds into it just to be sure. But man…sometimes I miss the harmless ones.”

He laughs, properly this time and you’re struck by its loveliness, the sound adding to the protective layers keeping out the cold and the dark and the violence outside and you feel a sudden urge to share something real with him, to keep this moment going for as long as it can.

��And-and I miss getting drunk with friends at the shitty bar down the street and coming home for more drinks even though its such a bad idea and putting on music to sing along to and waking up with a head like a buzzsaw and a mouth like the desert on my couch with-“

You stop abruptly. Press your lips together. Exhale hard through your nose. Maybe not.

“You miss hangovers?” His eyes are kind and his face soft as he teases you, gives you an out for the awkward and abrupt stop in your story. “You know…there’s always the winter dance. If you really wanna experience drinkin’ too much. I promise, I’ll make sure you get home.”

You can’t quite stop the widening of your eyes, the way your mouth falls open slightly. Was Joel asking you to go? And did you imagine that his eyes flicked down to your lips for the briefest of moments? A heat suffuses your face and you try your best to keep your voice neutral as you reply.

“Sure, why not. Sounds like fun.”

“Well, alright then,” he says in a low tone and it might be more of your imagination, but you think the sides of his mouth quirk a little wider.

You cast around for something to say. Anything to quell the spark of excitement that has begun to travel from your stomach out to your extremities. Suddenly, you remember.

“Oh! I found something for you.”

His gaze is curious as you stand and grab the book you had nabbed from downstairs from inside your backpack, and as he takes it from you his evident delight at the gift sparks your own grin.

“Hoo, boy. I won’t be much of a watchman if I’m readin’ this all night.” He raises his eyes from the cover to your face. “Thank you. And just for that, you can have the first sleep.” He holds up a hand to quell any protestations and then jerks his head toward the camp bed, now furnished with a sleeping bag upon it. “Go on now.”

You obey, trying and failing to keep the broad smile from your face.

The sleep you fall into is dreamless and actually restful. Joel wakes you at the allotted time, ready for the inevitable jump you give when he gently touches your shoulder and quietly reassuring you that all is well, both outside and with the horses, before you swap places. You blearily wipe the sleep from your eyes as he sighs in contentment as he shuffles down into the sleeping bag, clearly grateful that you have warmed it so thoroughly. Within a few short moments he is snoring softly.

You study his face for a while, no shame or apprehension holding you back now that you are unobserved. He looks younger now he’s relaxed and you can see the foundations of the man past within. The grey has started to encroach on two fronts of his beard – from his cheeks and chin and soon it will be more salt than pepper. The hair on his head is luscious and thick, one loose wave falling across his forehead and this too is greying, though not at the rate his facial hair is. He has a crease in the middle of his forehead, too deep to be banished by mere rest, and the ghosts of laughter lines reside at the corners of his eyes, too lightly reinforced of late you don’t doubt. His lips are open in a delicate pout, their Cupid’s bow framed by his moustache and you give yourself a shake as you realise you were imagining how soft they would be.

Pulling Death on the Nile from your rucksack, you settle yourself with your back toward a crate and begin to read in the lamp’s low light.

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A Heart, A Brain ~ J.J. (part 2)(final)

A/n: I loved rewriting this so much oh my god. I hope you love reading as much as I loved writing!! This series featured a super toxic pairing and I hope that I fixed it. It feels better to me, let me know what you think!

Word Count: 5800+

MASTERLIST

After Jughead’s realization, the entire world seemed to turn on its head. Y/n came back to school, her emotions mostly under control but her awkwardness and anxiety active around Jughead for the first time ever. As if her stiffness had been a signal, Jughead began shy and displaced, as if being around Y/n had lost the ease he once had taken advantage of. Now everything was so hard and complicated for both of them and it was murder. For the first time, Y/n and Jughead were scrambling to keep the single biggest secret from each other, and neither of them knew how to hide something now that it had been revealed. Now that it had been said.

How did you pretend something wasn't there when it sat smugly in front of you?

For Jughead, it felt almost like a sin. You were the sun, and he was the moon. Both worked together, but he only shone when he was reflecting you. Otherwise he was just a piece of rock floating in the sky. He wasn't... special. You were special. He couldn't shake the idea that maybe you did deserve someone like Archie, even after the red head told him a million times he'd only said he liked Y/n to get Jughead to admit his feelings. It seemed cruel to Jughead, when it was so obvious to him that Y/n could never and would never like him back. How could she?

Y/n came from the angle that they were too close to each other. They had always been together, and knew everything about each other. Y/n had been there for most of Jughead's birthdays, and knew first hand why he hated them so much. They had seen each other's awkward phases and cringey obsessions. They were childhood best friends, and had spent very little time without being confident they could depend on the other. Wasn't there a point you just knew too much about a person? A point you'd been there too long? No art was still beautiful if you were looking at the individual strokes instead of how they came together. They saw each other under a microscope; how could that be a good thing? Betty tried to point out that Y/n was in love with Jughead despite all of this, but it did nothing to convince Y/n that Jug could feel the same.

What actually kept them at bay was the fear. They had found safety and comfort in each other. Home. Putting that at risk was terrifying, and since both of them were unsure, they'd leaned back on convincing themselves it was impossible.

Veronica was the one to come up with the next step. They'd lost track on which exactly they were on, but it was obvious the next thing they needed to do was convince the two that either there was hope, or that the risk was worth it. Unfortunately, talking down from strong feelings that refused to be ignored was something Y/n had perfected, so if they were going to get anywhere with this, it would have to start with Jughead.

Betty had taken this one, sitting down with Jughead and slowly pulling out his reason why he was so sure nothing could go anywhere with Y/n. He had broken even faster than they'd thought, which was saying quite a bit. Now he was looking outside the Blue and Gold office, watching the wind push and pull at the greenery outside.

"She's so amazing, Betty." He scowled. "And I'm..."

"Crazy smart?" Betty offered. "Loyal? Protective? Driven? Strong? Dependable? Kind? Accepting? Passionate? Talented?"

Jughead shot her a look. "Weird."

Betty raised an eyebrow. "And? We're all a little weird, Juggy."

That seemed to set Jughead off. "I'm not just a LITTLE weird Betty, I'm the goose in the duck nest, okay? I- I'm from the South Side originally, for starters. I mean I might have grown up in Riverdale, but both of my parents are staple South Side people. They belong there. There home is there, and even if they ended up here it doesn't mean that people don't look at me and think of the South Side. See some moody emo kid and see some creepy dangerous little weirdo. I mean, Reggie might have been the first person to accuse me of killing Jason but there was no way he was the first to think of it. I am a smear on the otherwise perfect canvas that is Riverdale High, and most people would love it so much better if I wasn't here at all."

"Y/n doesn't care about any of that," Betty shushed, a glare growing on her face.

Jughead breathed sharply out of his nose. "And then there's the fact that we're in high school. Those relationships never go anywhere, and usually when they do then it gets icky. You grow up and become new people and-"

"And your relationship changes, but your love doesn't," Betty interrupted. "Yes, most love fails. But that's because most love in high school is superficial. It's silly and underdeveloped. It's puppy love. Meaningless and nonsensical. You and Y/n are so different, Jug. It's real and full and large and strong. You're apart of each other. You mean everything to each other."

"Can you imagine what would happen if we got together? What it would be like if we failed? If we messed it up?"

Betty smiled. "If," she mused.

Jughead glared. "When," he corrected. Betty rose an eyebrow again and Jughead swallowed. "I... I want her in my life forever, B. There's something so easy about what we have right now. Familiar, simple. Why complicate it with love? Why mix it up with nonsense and new territory and chaos? I mean, there's something irreplaceable about friendship. She will always be my best friend. We will always have a special friendship, like you and me and me and Archie and me and Veronica. None of those are the same. Each one is vastly different and special and amazing, and don't overlap. Veronica is the person to go to when you want some information, or some fun. You go to Archie for someone who's going to help you, even if it's to hide a body. You're the one to go when I'm lost with someone. The person who asks the right questions and refuses to back down. Y/n is the one I go to when you need comfort and grounding and a gentle touch and a warm smile. I can't... replace that. But, people replace partners all the time."

A very tender look crossed Betty's face. "Juggy, you're not insignificant as a boyfriend. You're just as amazing. And I know that probably doesn't mean much coming from me, considering all we've been through. But... I mean it's like how I am with Veronica and Archie. The things that used to be special with Archie; the reasons I turned to him and feel in love with him. It's different than how it is with Veronica. Different love might have different flavors, but they're all the same kind of treat. It's like chocolate cake and vanilla. Some people prefer chocolate, or hate carrot cake or don't like cake at all, but it's still cake. There are some things I can't do with Veronica, because it reminds me of Archie. Some things I can do, but it's not the same because Veronica doesn't care about it like Archie did. Separation is hard, no matter what shape that love takes. But I've learned that if you are both willing to grow and change and adapt as you go, there's no love you can't fix. It's always hard, but never impossible. Always worth it though."

Jughead picked at his nails. He didn't want to say what he was really thinking. Betty could tell he was holding something back so she reached out, placing her hand over his. He looked up at her, and there was a tenderness in his eyes as he did so. "Betty I-" He closed his eyes, hanging his head.

"Go ahead," she encouraged. "Talk to me, Juggy."

Jughead sighed, pulling his hand from hers. "You know when I realized I liked you, it made so much sense." Betty's lips pressed together, uncomfortable with the subject change but knowing that Jughead brought it up for a reason. "Growing up, people seemed to see the world differently than me. Like they were watching a different movie, or living life with a different filter. Even Y/n... The questions I had. The things that irritated me. How hard I fought. My generally sarcastic, pessimistic disposition and the doom and gloom storm cloud that I tend to be in every social situation. Even Y/n... I mean we balance each other out a lot, but it's only because we're so opposite. She's warm and comforting and bright and positive and encouraging. I'm..." he shrugged. "I don't fit in, and neither does Y/n. Not really. But she could if she tried, and that really made a difference between us very early on. If not for me, she might have even been popular.

"You were the first person who got it," he finally concluded. "You were confused and intrigued by the same things I was. You fought for answers just as hard as I did. You were open minded and didn't care about reputation more than you cared about people. Someone gave you an easy answer and didn't just accept it like SO many people in Riverdale do. And... you understand darkness. You don't shy from it, even if it terrifies you."

Betty's eyes find Jughead's. "What's the point of this, Jug?"

Jughead sighed. "When I... when you..." He shook his head. "We had a really good thing going. Our group was solid and worked so well. You and me especially. It was amazing. When I made a move on you, it was never the same after that. You saw it with you and Archie when he realized how you felt. There's this slight distance. Slight hesitance. The way it was so awkward to be alone so long after that night, or the way that Veronica still pulls you closer whenever we get too close together or get too excited about something, as if seeing you engage with me and get close to me makes her nervous. Makes her need to remind me who you chose. There's that hesitance even now when you kiss Veronica, like it's going to hurt me. And I mean that was months ago, and I had a minor crush on you for like a week - I couldn't care less. If anything, seeing you happy is awesome. But that... space. It's still there, and in one way or another it will always be there. I mean, I don't know about you but I've seen the way that Archie used to look at Veronica when you two first started dating. Like he was realizing that..." He stopped, but he didn't have to say anything.

Veronica had long since called Archie out for being an idiot. He had turned down Betty because he saw her as perfect and unattainable, not because he didn't love her. When Veronica and Betty had started dating, Veronica had set Archie down after the red head had shot them jealous looks and had to swallow comments he knew he had no room to make. The Lodge girl was too good at spotting competition and too good at shutting it down as soon as possible. Things were fine and Archie had moved plenty on, but it had never gone quite back to normal. Not even between Veronica and Archie, who had their seven minutes in heaven and a few stolen looks and longing sighs before that as well. The only ones who had their shit together was Veronica and Jughead, and then Archie and Jughead, who'd never felt any attraction for each other.

Betty sighed. "And you're right, it's different-"

Jughead shook his head. "You don't understand, so much has already happened. Everything has already shifted so much just with you guys trying to get me to admit I like her, and then it spiraled completely when you were successful. Everything's weird now. Stiff and impossible and, just, OFF. I can't have this with her. She's my home. Losing that would... I would lose everything if I lost her. The easiness we have, it's the closest I've felt to any kind of family since my mom left. Even then, when my family was here we fought so often and struggled so much. Y/n is the only place I haven't had to struggle or fight or trek some uphill battle I'm eventually going to lose anyway. Everything else, everyone else, has been the bolder that Sisyphus was pushing up the hill, and I was the idiot stupid enough to keep trying when the bolder hit the bottom of the hill for the millionth time. With Y/n..."

When he grew quiet, Betty placed her hands on the table, interlacing her fingers. "Here's the question Jughead. The only one that matters. Do you want to spend the rest of your life pretending that you're fine with what you have now, and let it destroy you in the future? Or do you want to take the chance now and try for something new? Because you can't go back, and that's for the better. You were both suffering. And one day, she would have tried for a romance with someone else. Or you would have found someone who wasn't already dating someone else, and then the relationship would have crumbled as both of you agonized... So what you might have now may be familiar and easy, but at the potential of so much more - what you've both wanted for AGES, isn't a little risk worth it?" Jughead wouldn't look at her, especially once she added, "It may not have been worth it for me and Archie, but it was worth it for me and Veronica. It may not have been worth it with me, but I guarantee it'll be worth it with her."

Jughead didn't have anything to say to that.

-

It was days like today that denying his feelings for Y/n became absolutely unbearable. She sat across from him, reading a book as she slowly ate the fries and shake she’d ordered. Jughead had his computer out, trying to write and for the first time in a while being absolutely unable to. It wasn't that he had writer's block - Jason's case had brought out the endless inspiration that Jughead had never been able to access before. No, right now it was the fact that he was endlessly distracted by the way Y/n smiled at whatever scene she was reading. The way her fingers would sometimes trace her lips as they always did when she was holding in laughter.

She was so devastatingly beautiful that Jughead felt himself suffering. He realized that he'd felt this feeling a hundred times before but had always dismissed it, writing it off as a bad day at school or home, or general displeasure with the world. Now he couldn't lie though. All he could do was close his laptop and pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to orient his mind enough to just angle away from thinking of her. If he couldn't stop the thoughts completely, perhaps he could just... direct them slightly to the left a little.

His attempts were abruptly shut down as Y/n looked up from her book as he closed his laptop, her smile fading at the stress etched into every detail of his face. Worried, she had put her book down and scooted to Jughead's side of the table they sat at, moving to his side as she reached out, gently running her nails over his back in a way that had always calmed him before. "You okay, Jug?" She asked with a soft voice, full of love and care and worry.

God he was going to keel over right then and there.

He looked over, going to reassure her and brush it off. He was distracted though by Y/n's wide eyes and lips parted with concern. Her nails on his back sent shivers down his spine as his eyes first locked onto Y/n's lips and then quickly shot up to her eyes, trying to escape the urge to kiss her. Unfortunately, her eyes were just as beautiful as her lips were tantalizing - making them equally as distracting.

How had he ever existed next to Y/n before now? How had he never melted under her touch? Sizzled when her gaze touched him? How had this ever been normal and okay? How had he not come undone at the sound of her voice? He had done it once. He couldn't remember how now, but he had.

When Jughead froze, lips parted to speak but no words coming out, Y/n frowned, growing even more worried. “You’ve been weird ever since you went on that hang out with Archie…”

“I’m fine,” Jughead lied.

Y/n rose an eyebrow. She hated it when he hid stuff from her. Usually it lead to break downs or blow ups. They hadn't lied to each other in ages. Y/n couldn't remember the last thing he'd hidden from her. Hell, she'd known when he left his dad's house. That FP was a Serpent. She was the one person he trusted more than anyone, sometimes even more than himself. She couldn't even imagine what he could be hiding from her after all they'd been through. All she knew was it made her anxious.

Whatever had him so nervous must have been ground breaking, and although she wouldn’t push too much because she respected his space, the protectiveness she felt made her want to be a little nosey. A little pushy.

“You know I love you, right, Jug? You’re my best friend…”

Jughead smiled shakily, his heart ramming at her words, which felt so different to his ears that heard things so differently than he had before. “Yeah. I know.” She nodded and faced forward, returning to her book. He would feel guilty for lying to her, but this way he would come to her a lot more easily, in his own time when he was ready. She had always been patient enough to wait for him, and that was no different now.

-

It was Veronica who convinced Jughead to actually try to see if Y/n liked him back. Her argument was that if she did and he wasted the opportunity, then they'd both suffer for no reason at all. All he would have to do is just... try. Pay attention, from an outside perspective. No clouded judgement, or personal bias. Not to see how they were as them just being them, or for him to dismiss things for whatever reason.

His challenge was mostly to compare his relation to Y/n to his relationship with Archie. A challenge he accepted, always willing to collect proof one way or another. He really did try, opening his mind and constantly thinking of the way he interacted with Archie at the front of his mind when he analyzed the things that went on between him and Y/n.

It began one day when he was sat at Y/n's kitchen table, working on his book. From his position, he had a perfect sight of the mirror in the bathroom since the door was open. Usually Jughead was immersed in his book, and he had been a few moments ago until he'd felt eyes on him as a movement at the corner of his vision had pulled his gaze to the mirror, where he could clearly see Y/n moving around as she leaned from a upright position, where she'd been reading, to leaning sideways as she leaned her cheek on her hand. She was watching him, her eyes tracing his shoulders and back and arms almost... admiringly. A smile rose to her face, sweet and giddy, before she returned to her book.

The smile did not leave her face the rest of the evening. He asked her about it but she dismissed it as a scene in her book. Knowing that it was because of him brought to light the blush that came to her cheeks, something he would have dismissed as a cause of the book as well if he hadn't known better.

Another day, he was talking to Betty about the case, trying to pull together some pieces that were dancing just out of reach. As it grew quiet to leave space for him and Betty to consider new questions and evidence, Jughead noticed that feelings of eyes on him again. He didn't hesitated to look over at Y/n. She was looking at her hands, but that same smile was on her lips... His brain registered suddenly that there was a piece of hair swinging, as if she'd jerked her head suddenly, and he suddenly found himself wondering if he'd just missed her stealing glances at him again. He looked back up at Betty and she nodded. Yep. Y/n had been admiring him again, while he was talking.

He caught that smile again and again, more as he began to really look for it. At night he went over it, trying to figure out exactly which emotion caused it. He could say there was maybe some admiration, or it might have been just her being lost in thought. He would have dismissed it as teasing, or shyness at some romance happening in her novel. But that's not what it was, he knew that now.

When he finally placed the exact look on her face, he found himself blushing. She had looked at him... dreamily. Even when she was looking at something else, she wasn't seeing it. Her eyes were unfocused, her smile sweet as her mind wandered. Wandered to him. Wandered through daydreams. Daydreams about him.

Jughead began to notice other things too, like how touchy she was. Had she always been that touchy? That close to him? There was no concept of personal space between them, and no matter how many tests he ran with subtle hints, she just didn't pick up on it. Even if he completely moved his position, she would find some reason to get up and then find herself sitting right next to Jughead again. They were always within touching proximity, whether it was their arms or shoulder, waist or hips, thighs or calves or feet.

On top of the passive bumping or brushing, Y/n seemed to take any and every opportunity to grab Jughead's arm or mess up his hair. Her hands always seemed to find him, even if it was to grab his arm or tug on his wrist or shove his chest or tap his shoulder. Always playful and seemingly meaningless, but ever present nonetheless. Jughead had lost count of how many times she had wanted to show him something or introduce him to someone or bring him somewhere, interlacing their fingers before tugging him after her as she shot off to drag him somewhere.

The most startling observation wasn't how Y/n was with him, but how he reacted to her, without his permission or him meaning to. How contagious her laugh or smile was. How much he loved all the ways she found to touch him. feeding off of it more and more as he recognized it. How no matter what he was feeling or how bad the world got, Y/n could always make it better. Brighter. Lighter. Her expressions were always so engaging for him, flawless and beautiful. She could just sit there and t would take his breath away. The little ways she cheered him up, and how it always worked even if he was aware of it.

The scariest realization was that he had never felt like this before.

Not even with Betty.

Noticing all of that begins to drive him crazy, and he finds a need for her growing in his chest. Anytime he sees her he wants to be near her, nearer than he is. He wants to hold hands and stare at her while she talks. He wants to get her to laugh. He wants to hug her and cuddle and god he wants to kiss her so badly. He wanted to hear her say his name and talk about all the stupid things that had made her feel little blooms of warmth in her chest. He was whipped, drowning in her and only finding himself wanting more. It was driving him crazy, crazier than he'd ever been driven before.

He was coming undone.

Y/n did not miss the new way Jughead engaged with her.

Every time he was around her, he was hyper and jumpy. He’s over aware of everything, and she can’t even lay her head on his shoulders without him clearing his throat, let alone lay her head on his stomach like she used to be able to without him jerking underneath her. All her touches make his breath hitch. Every time she looks over to check on him and catch his little moments, he’s already looking at her as if he knew she was going to look over. Every time she comes in contact with him, he either relaxes and melts into the touch, or tenses and clears his throat before pulling away.

Jughead becomes unpredictable, switching from soft and warm and affectionate to distant and awkward and stiff. Sometimes she'll get too clos to him and he'll get shy and quiet and start blubbering and blushing. Sometimes he'll go rigid and then melt, becoming a pool as he pulls Y/n even closer. The way she was never sure whether he needed space or craved closeness was making things between them a game of touch and go, and walking on eggshells was getting tiring.

Did he want her to go away or to stay close?

Of course, her mind started to spiral into overload. Had she done something wrong, but he didn't want to bring it up? Had she made him uncomfortable and he was trying to play it off? Maybe she'd done something that had gotten under his skin, and he was trying to brush it off and go back to normal but was finding it impossible to move around. That made no sense though. What could possibly get between them after all of the things they knew about each other. There was only one thing she hadn't told him...

Shit.

The thought that Jughead had pieced together that she liked him and was either trying to ignore it, or trying to find some way to let her down gently drove her insane. It wasn't long before she finally snapped. "Jughead, we need to talk."

The dark haired boy felt his heart squeeze in his chest. He hated that sentence. "Okay, what's up?" They moved away from the crowd of teenager, toward the end of the hallway where no one would pay too much attention to them.

Y/n took a deep breath. "Everything seems to kind of be falling apart," she began. "You seem to be awkward around me, as if balancing between pushing me away and pulling me close. I feel like..." She sucked in a breath. "I feel like I'm losing you here, Juggy." She had always been blunt with him like this, and usually Jughead loved it but right now he wished the Earth would open up under his feet and swallow him whole.

Veronica, Betty and Archie, who had hid around the corner the second they'd seen Y/n and Jughead branch off from everyone, exchanged eager looks. As much as Jughead didn't appreciate this moment, they sure did.

For a second, Jughead tried to play it off. Tried to avoid this moment for just another day, because god she looked so gorgeous right now and he was feeling more insane than ever and goddamnit Veronica why had she started him on this whole challenge to begin with? "What do you mean?" He played it off well, surprisingly, but even his fairly good acting couldn't hide the weirdness he'd expressed these last few weeks.

“What did I do?" If she had asked anything else, Jughead might have been able to ease into it. Talked himself out of it, even. Been able to play it off. But she hadn't asked something else, she had asked that. She had seen something was wrong and blamed it on herself, and her voice was so full of regret and desperation that it ate at Jughead's heart.

"Y/n you didn't do anything," Jughead reassured soothingly, his hand resting on her cheek.

She seemed to take comfort in his touch, allowing herself to fall silent for a few beats. Her eyes closed and she sighed, as if in relief. This moment was so far from platonic that Jughead's heart picked up in his chest. After her minute though, her eyes opened and she looked at Jughead with insistence. "Please talk to me. I'm worried about you. About... us," she added hesitantly. "What's going on? What am I missing?" She didn't lean away from his touch, and it made Jughead realized that this girl would put herself through anything. Pining, settling for daydreaming, yearning, stealing looks. Wanting what she would never allow herself to reach for.

Anything so that she wouldn't lose him.

It was that final realization that made it really click in Jughead's brain. The others were right, this had gone on too long. The torture that Jughead was going through, the insanity and hesitance and confusion and tip toeing and aching... Y/n was going through it too. It had hurt him, but more importantly it had hurt her.

Seeing him get lost in thoughts, Y/n reached out and gently rested her fingers atop the hand Jughead still had on her face. "Jug?" she whispered, leaning slightly to draw his eyes back to her. "What's going on in that head of yours? I can't read you like this. That's... new for me. I can usually always read you. What's going on, Jug? You can tell me, I promise. You can tell me anything, it'll be okay. We'll figure it out."

Those words reach into his gut and hit some kind of chord. Whatever it is, his body surges with adrenaline. Adrenaline and courage. Courage like when he'd had the guts to kiss Betty, except so much stronger than that moment because there was so much more behind it. He almost laughs at how he once thought what he felt then was love. That pales in comparison to this, in every single way. Down to every single detail. From the adrenaline that runs through his veins, to the absolute euphoria that replaces it when their lips actually touch. His hands are on her face and her hands are grabbing his shirt and they're pulling each other as close as possible and there's no room for air or thought or function other than them, in the hallway, lost in this moment forever. Neither wanted it to end so they both drown in the other.

Y/n melts into Jughead, whose weak knees offer no help as he leans back with her. Luckily they were in a corner and his back falls gently against the wall behind him. They are pulling each other again, her pressing him into the wall until her body and his body become one. Their body.

It's a whole new feeling. An amazing, wonderful feeling. It's a rush that touches them time and time again in waves, each wave bringing new energy that makes them feel even more alive than before. Suddenly there's so much light and energy and life between them it feels impossible, and then suddenly there's even more. It creates this weird sensation that before this moment, they were just ghosts. Half alive, drifting. Now they are on fire, alight and animated and blazing.

Her hands move from his chest to his hips, and another sensation arises. One that's as if they're really touching for the first time. As if they'd never really experienced contact before, not until now. Not for real. Not completely. Not like this.

Before it was nothing, and now its everything all at one and it's overwhelming and amazing and wonderful. She's grinning and he's vibrating. There are explosions and a rushing sound in their ears and it's so loud and vibrant that anything else pales in comparison. They can't focus on anything other than each other. There is only this space, their bodies pressed together. Them, here, now. It's all that matters. Nothing else. No one else. Nowhere else.

It seems centuries before they lean away. A string of eternity, but compressed into a single second. Rushed. Gone too fast, too soon, leaving them wanting desperately for more. They stand there, stunned, looking at each other with wide eyes. There's a beat as time comes into its proper conception and the world and people come back into color again. Finally, they look away from each other, trying to orient.

The first thing they notice is Archie, Veronica, and Betty literally jumping in celebration. Their whooping and hollering and cheering is so loud that everyone else in the hallway is looking, and Jughead and Y/n both go extremely red in the face.

Before Jughead can get distracted by their friends, he reaches out and interlaces his fingers in Y/n's. She looks back at him, her eyes soft and her face glowing. "I love you, Y/n." It's so simple and gentle that Y/n feels her heart swell. The sincerity in his voice is so undeniable that she cannot question or dismiss it, and the urgency in that instance is so much that she cannot take it as anything other than what it is. His eyes are lit up so bright it's electric, and his lips are curved in a smile. Lips that had just said the words she’s been wanting to hear since they were eight, and she realized that she didn’t see him as just a friend. Since she was thirteen and she realized she was in real, scary love, and that it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

There is a sudden messiness to her. An untamed wildness as she releases the feelings and thoughts she has so fervently controlled and guarded until this moment. “I love you too.” Her voice is so full of emotion that she has to suck in another breath. “I’ve loved you all my life.”

With nothing else to say, he kisses her again, softly and shyly. This one is quick and soft and when they pull apart, the others finally run out of patience run over. They pull the two apart completely and Archie is busy messing up Jug’s hair and smiling like a proud big brother while V and Betty are hugging and squealing over Y/n, who is laughing happily. Then Betty is grinning while Veronica swings Jughead's hands, singing about how she told him so, and Archie is hugging Y/n with such firmness and joy that Y/n laughs.

That night some people would have said there were five people.

But I was there.

And there were four.

A blonde girl with a shining smile, a red lipped beauty with eyes that saw all, a redhead jock with a heart that spoke in lyrics, and a being of something magical and amazing.

A being made of a heart, and a brain.

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Sweet Pea 5+6

Requester: @cvvlxx

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Sweet Pea and you had a rough relationship. Things get hard fast when the mayor wants the gangs in jail. So the heat is defiantly on, and you two are trying to just lay low at his place.

It's late one night and you both are fairly on edge. Three more arrests today.

"Maybe you should just leave me." Sweet Pea says, finally breaking the silence. The tension never leaves the room.

"Wait, what?" You snap at him. Did he really just say that?

"I think we should take a break. It's not safe for you to even be here right now." He says and looks at you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You snap.

"No. You could have anyone. So go. Be with someone good for you."

"Sweets... you're the only thing I haven't screwed up...I'll never leave you." You say soft and move to sit on his lap.

He holds you and for the first time since the chaos began, you are at peace. The world can no longer touch you.

The next day at school Sweet Pea and you walk the halls in the Riverdale High uniforms holding to each other relaxed. There's an unspoken air about you just screaming that there's nothing that could separate the two of you.

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One Year - Fangs Fogarty

Summary : it's your one year anniversary with your boyfriend Fangs, and you had the entire day planned out.

Word count : 858

Warnings : fluff

Pairing / characters : Fangs x reader, Toni (mentioned), Sweet Pea (mentioned) Prompt : anon - "Hi :) would like to request 30. "I can't believe I got the first date, let alone a year." with Fangs Fogarty from Riverdale please :')”

A/N : this is very short, just a warning.

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Today was a special day. It wasn't your birthday, it wasn't Christmas or any holiday, was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend Fangs.

When the two of you first started dating he was weary that you wouldn't like that he was becoming a part of the Serpents, but you didn't care really. As long as he kept himself out of trouble and didn't do anything that he knew you didn't like. And he didn't do anything that would get him in trouble, he stayed away from drugs, and he tried his hardest when the Northsiders and Serpents fought.

But today was not a day to think about all that. Today was just going to be a day of you and your boyfriend spending time with each other, cuddling, talking, and eating junk food.

You got up early that day, to get yourself ready and to make sure that you had everything for the day ahead of you. Fangs wanted you to come over to his trailer, which was surprising because he never really liked having anyone at the trailer. You didn't argue though, you were excited your boyfriend wanted you to come over to his place instead of yours.

After showering and braiding your hair, your did just a little bit of makeup and put on a nice outfit. It was just a pair of blue ripped jeans, a floral tank top with a light brown sweater over it. When you were done you grabbed your car keys and started the short drive to the South Side.

Even though you were a 'North Sider' Fangs' friends never judged you or treated you any differently. They brought you into their circle of friends, automatically connecting with Toni. At first Fangs got a little jealous when he caught Sweet Pea looking you up and down, but you reassured him that he had nothing to worry about.

You smiled as you got out of your car, grabbing the basket that had all the food and drinks in it. You fished around in your pockets till you found the extra house key that Fangs had given you and went to unlock the door. But it was already unlocked.

You shrugged and walked in. The trailer was cleaned up, not a single speck of dust or dirt was in sight. What was in sight was a stack of movies, pillows and blankets, and light candles. You smiled.

Fangs came rushing out of his room as he heard the front door close. He  came barreling down the small hallway, almost running you over. He stopped quickly, and caught his breathe.

"You're here! You're here and I'm not ready." Fangs mumbled, running his hand down his face. "I'm so sorry, I had everything planned out and-" you cut his blabbering off by placing a gentle kiss on lips.

He let out a sigh of relief and placed his hand on your cheek. You pulled away, a smile growing on your face. "Go get ready, I'll get everything out." You said. Before your boyfriend had time to argue you turned him around and pushed him back to his room.

You chuckled softly as you set out your drinks, candy, snacks, and everything else you had brought over. You settled yourself on the couch, spreading blankets and pillows everywhere to make it more comfortable.

Only a few minutes later did Fangs come out from his room, a bouquet of flowers in his hands along with a small box. Your mouth opened a bit. He got you a present and you hadn't gotten him anything.

"Happy one year, baby girl." Fangs said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sitting won next to you and giving you your gifts.

"Fangs." You mumbled. "You shouldn't have." You looked up at your boyfriend, and then down to the box. You untied the bow on the top and opened the container. Inside was a gold necklace, with two hearts on it. Inside the hearts were your birth stone, and his birth stone. Tears welded up in your eye.

"This is beautiful." You said, looking up at Fangs. He chuckled softly, wiping away your tears. "Now I feel bad because I didn't get you anything." You frowned a little.

Fangs laughed, turning your head so you could look at him. "You didn't need to get me anything. I can't believe I got the first date, let alone a year." You laughed softly. "That is my gift, you're my gift." You smiled.

The two of you spent the day the way you had planned, but what made it better is that you knew that even when you two had your ups and downs, you would always be together. And the necklace is proof of that.

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need you - sweet pea

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y/n really hated living on the opposite side of town to her boyfriend. he had been so busy with the serpents, and as school was out the only time she could see him was when he wasn’t busy. she would have walked across town to meet him, but sweet pea had told her not to; she understood, of course, the south-side of town was a dangerous place. she just wished she could see him more.

especially when she felt like shit.

some days, the times she needed him the most she didn’t even know more. y/n would wake up with a heavy feeling in her chest, a weight that only grew heavier and heavier as the day went on, until she could barely keep herself together in the evening. she felt like a china doll who had been broken and put back together over and over, but never stayed mended for long. sweet pea helped, he helped a lot, but he couldn’t if he wasn’t there.

he picked up on the second ring. he always answers her calls quickly, something that she would have admired if she wasn’t shaking as she held the phone against her ear, barely keeping herself together.

“hey, gorgeous,” she could hear laughter in the background, and realised he was probably still with fangs at the wyrm. “what’s up?”

“can you come over?”

he paused for a moment, and she could picture the little crease that formed in between his eyebrows whenever he was worried. her voice had wobbled when she spoke, and she knew he could tell that something was wrong.

“are you okay?” his voice was soft, like he wasn’t trying to spook her, though still firm in a way that expressed to her his concern.

“mhm, i just really need you here,” her voice cracked, and she had to sniffle through the urge to cry. “please pea.”

“hey, don’t cry, i’ll be there in like ten minutes okay?”

she nodded, even though sweet pea couldn’t see her, and hummed a little. “yeah, okay. i love you.”

“i love you too, i’ll see you soon.”

once sweet pea had hung up, y/n took in a deep breath and laid back across her bed, trying not to cry. the heaviness on her chest was almost unbearable, and it had sat there uncomfortably the whole day. betty had wanted to go out to pop’s for lunch, and she had really tried to have a nice time, but she felt like she could have cried at any given moment and had left early. at the thought of betty’s disappointed frown, the weight on her chest had grown a little heavier.

just under ten minutes had passed before the doorbell had rung. she assumed that sweet pea had sped on his bike to get there, but as she descended down the stairs, eager to be in his arms, she couldn’t find it in her to care.

once she had opened the door, she hadn’t given him a moment to even say anything before she practically threw herself into his arms. his hand held the back of her head as he walked them inside the hallway, and she heard him shut the door before his arm circled around her waist.

“are you okay?” he mumbled into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her hairline, and she shrugged.

“i don’t know.”

“what’s wrong, baby?” he tried again, and her lip trembled as she shook her head against his chest.

“i don’t know.” she repeated, and when sweet pea had heard the thickness of her throat through her words he shushed her gently, and she felt his fingers as they gently dragged through her hair,

“don’t cry, gorgeous, it’s okay,” his lips pressed to her forehead before he pulled away again, and his hand gently squeezed her waist. “c’mon, let’s get you in bed, ’kay?”

only once she had nodded against his chest did he pull away, but even as he walked her up the stairs she kept a hold of his hand. she couldn’t let go of him, not even for a moment. his touch was the only thing that kept her grounded at that moment. his hand remained clasped around hers as he walked them into her bedroom, and he only let it go to replace it with his arm around her waist once he had sat them on the edge of her bed.

“thank you for coming,” she whispered as she buried her face against his chest again, and sniffled against the soft material of his shirt. “i just feel so awful today, i don’t even know why, it’s so stupid.” her throat clogged up with tears and she gripped onto him even tighter.

“it’s not stupid, sweetheart. if you feel sad it’s not stupid.” he whispered into her hair, and she felt as he had tighteend his hold around her frame.

“it is, though,” she sniffled, and she couldn’t keep the tears in any longer as they had started to wet sweet pea’s shirt. “i just feel so useless, nobody else is this sad all the time. not even jughead, and he practically invented being mopey.”

sweet pea chuckled a little at the joke, though he still kept his lips against the top of her head. “you aren’t useless, babe, what you’re feeling doesn’t make you any less than anybody else,” he spoke softly, and had started rubbing small circles into her waist. “i think you just need some down time, okay? i’ll spend the night, and we can do whatever you want tomorrow.”

she nodded against his chest, though despite his words she still couldn’t keep from crying. “i love you so much, i don’t deserve you,” she mumbled through her tears. “why do you put up with me?”

sweet pea sighed, and he didn’t say anything for a long moment. instead, she felt as he moved to pull back the covers of her bed, and he helped her lay down. only once he had laid at her side, and let her curl up into him, did he speak. “do you know why i don’t let you walk to the south-side on your own?” his voice was soft, and once she had lifted her head to lay against his chest, he had started to gently drag his fingers through her hair.

“because you don’t want me to get hurt.” she mumbled, and sniffled as she rubbed her eyes with her sleeve.

“i couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. you’re the one person keeping me sane, you know that?” he asked softly. “sure, i’ve got the serpents, but it’s different with you. you've helped me so much and you don’t even realise it, babe. i need you as much as you need me,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “i don’t put up with you, i need you. we help each other.”

his arms had lifted to wrap around her body when she sniffled again, and he shushed her quietly as she turned her head to press her face into his neck, above his tattoo. sweet pea was either being patient for a response or he wasn’t expecting one, as he had started pressing more kisses to her hair and shoulder.

“i love you so much, pea.” her voice cracked, but she wasn’t crying anymore, spare her teary eyes.

his arms had tightened around her when she had spoken, and she heard his exhale into her hair before he responded, “i love you too. so much.”

[lonleywriters-blog]

I just LOVE your writing, it's so good. And I must be bothering you with my requests and I'm sorry TvT But how would the yandere Southside Serpents react to someone flirting with the reader and reader's too innocent and oblivious to notice it? P.S: Sweet Pea has a crush on reader since we all stan him lol. Feel free to include your favorite character FP Jones as well and maybe Fangs Fogarty too, if possible. Gods, I sound so demanding, I'm so sorry, I'll stop now. But thank you for doing my requests in such a short amount of time, I hope you're taking care of yourself. Don't forget to take breaks and relax once in a while when you feel stressed because remember, health comes first :)

Aww your so sweet I love your request you aren't bothering me at all and ofc

Yandere serpents reader getting flirted with

Pls don't reblog or take

They all are furious in different ways. Fangs smile is wiped of his face and he's glaring at the boy. Toni is planning so many different things. Fp feels like your his daughter so he's definitely angry. Jughead's like your Big brother he hates the scum talking to you he's some snobby teen from Northside. But sweetpea the most mad. He was in love with you and not in a platonic way. He wanted to kill that boy and take you just for him and have you in his arms safe and sound. They all glared at the boy till he felt to uncontrollable to keep talking to you and left. You felt sad why did he just leave you were in middle of a conversation were you to anouing. The serpents came over and asked why you seemed so sad. When you told them they all comforted you loving that your so dependent on them. Toni invited you to a girls sleepover witch you did often. The boys complaining but letting you go. While you and Toni did each other's hair and talked about your crush on sweetpea the boys were on a mission. They snuck in the scums house after tracking him down. The woke him up beating him before sweetpea stabbed him. All the serpents helped hide the body. You and Toni finished the night with some movies and you guys falling asleep by each other. They boys came by sneaking through the window taking a few pictures and sending them to the group chat for all of them.

[gayaristocrat]

Pretty Boy~

Pairing: Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader

Tags: @dangerousstrawberryshark

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

‼Author’s Note‼: Boy when I tell you I had so much fun writing this!!! I'm so happy you requested this, cus' I finally can add some good Yandere Archie to my masterlist. Also, let me know if there are any typos or things that need to be fixed.

Word Count: 3,481+

Word Key:

(s/t) = Skin Tone

(h/hl) = Hairy/Hairless

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Before you came to Riverdale High, things were very simple for Archie. His routine was very simple; get up, go to school, go to football practice, hang out with the gang, have some lovey-dovey time with Veronica, and if she didn't spend the night, he'd stay home and sleep in his cold bed alone, only being accompanied by Vegas.

But upon your arrival, something inside Archie shifted, he never could pinpoint what it was about you that made him fall for you, more specifically, obsess over you. Was it the way you walked? Was it your attitude or your personality? Was it the way you dressed? Well, whatever it was made Archie feel emotions he never felt before, something he's never even felt for Veronica. Something dark, something sinister. Every time he thought about you, the more he wanted to protect you, the more he craved you. He'd constantly catch himself staring at you in the hallways and in class. He'd even follow you home after school to make sure you made it home safe. It only made it worse when your family moved next door to him in the empty house on the right, it only made things easier for him. Archie had a place in his house he would call his 'special room' that was right next to your upstairs bedroom window that gave him the perfect view inside your room.

He'd always find it adorable how you had your collection of teddy bears of many different colors and shapes, how your room was decorated with pastel pinks and pastel purples. He had to be sure to board up his window in the room so you wouldn't catch him staring at your window. Archie wanted to do things to you he couldn't say out loud, disgusting, horrific, sinful things to you. He wanted so desperately to corrupt your innocent and pure mind. He wanted to chain you up and lock you inside this hidden room and hide you from the dangerous world. He wanted to be the only one to see your pretty (s/t) face, he wanted to be the only one to see you dressed in the cute frilly skirts you always wear to school. He wanted to make you his personal lap dog so you'd happily obey his every word and command without hesitation. He was so excited to have you, he even had a box he kept locked and hidden away in the room that was filled with lingerie, dresses, skirts, crop tops, maid outfits, and much much more for you to wear only for him to see you in. Archie knew that if anyone ever found out about his secret they'd view him differently, disgusted at him like he was some monster. So he had to make sure word will never got out, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if he has to kill the ones who try to stop him.

-------Time Skip-------

The next day at school, Archie was in the student loungeroom with Veronica forcefully cuddling into his arms, making him internally cringe, but he had to keep up his 'perfect boyfriend' act so he doesn't spark up any suspicions. In front of them was Tony and Cheryl coupled up, and Betty and Jughead were doing their romantic thing, the whole group was just chatting and hanging out with one another.

The back of Archie's head was tingling, and a voice was telling him to look behind him, and oh boy was he glad he listened. When he turned his head, it seemed like time slowed down as his eyes were blessed with the most beautiful sight the could have wished for walked in, his crush. (Full Male Name), the boy of his dreams walked in the room, dressed in an argyle pattern sweater, under the sweater was a white dress shirt that was tucked into a pleated white skirt that had a two black stripped lines running along the bottom of it, white high top converse decorated his feet with black fishnet stocking that went all the way up under his skirt. His nails were adorned with light blue polish, his neck that Archie wanted to ruthlessly mark up was wrapped with a pearl necklace that was white and sparkling. Utter fucking beauty. Beauty that could make any guy bow at your knees, and make any girl watch in envy.

When you walked in the lounge room you waved at the gang and Archie, making the red headed boy's face flush red as his heart fluttered. You made your way past them and went straight to the table where Reggie, Sweet Pea, and couple of other Serpent boys were sitting. You walked up and gave the boys hugs and started chatting with them, which did not go unnoticed by Archie.

It made him jealous, it infuriated him. Why couldn't he cuddle you like the other couples in front of him? Why couldn't he be the one to make you laugh? Why couldn't he touch you like Reggie and Sweet Pea did? Why would you let them defile you like that? He couldn't understand it, you let them touch you, but you don't even see them as nothing more than friends. They had no fucking right to touch what belonged to him, Archie had to fix this and he had to fix it fast. Blinded with rage, Archie unconsciously tightened his grip on Veronica's hand she forced into his, causing her to wince in the subtle pain. He quickly let her hand go at her outburst.

"Archiekins are you okay, you've been acting weird ever since the new kid transferred here?

Archie grabs and shakes his head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts, and get himself back together.

"Uh, yeah Ronnie, it's nothing. Trust me, it has nothing to do with (Male Name). Um...I have to go and uh, take care of something. I'll probably see you guys later on today"

Archie unhooks his arm and hand from Veronica's grasp and stands up from the lounge couch and grabs his bags to leave, but not before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He walks out of the student lounge cringing at the kiss and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can, bursting through the door he locks it and checks underneath each stall to see if anybody was there before dropping his bags on the ground and walking into one of them. The more and more he thought about the kiss with Veronica, the more Archie begins to feel nauseous and quickly bends down to the toilet as his stomach rejects everything he ate that day. The sour acidic tasting liquid rushes up from his stomach, up past his esophagus, and out of his mouth, splashing into the toilet water. Tears ran down his eyes as his clenching stomach began to hurt with each gag and hurl. It literally made him sick thinking about kissing Veronica, or anybody besides you for that matter. He couldn't stand touching her, he couldn't stand looking at her, he couldn't even stand having sex with her anymore. Every interaction he had with her, he had to pretend it was you he was doing it with. He had to pretend it was (Male Name) he was kissing, that it was (Male Name) he was holding and touching, that it was (Male Name) he was fucking. Ever since the first day you transferred to Riverdale High, everything he ever felt for Veronica or did with Veronica faded away. At first he thought he was just sick, or just a phase, but it wasn't. This was something real he felt for you.

After he finished throwing up, he flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall and walked to the sink to rinse his mouth out. Spitting the water out he looked himself in the mirror. His face and neck was flushed with red, veins popping out in his neck and hands from the pressure of regurgitating, his eyes blood shot red from anger and disgust at Veronica. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Fuck Veronica for being too clingy, fuck Hiram for threatening to kill him every time he thought about ending things with her, fuck Reggie and Sweet Pea for touching you the way they did.

"FUCKING WHY!?" He screamed as he punched the glass mirror, shattering it to bits and pieces. The pain of the glass shards sticking in his knuckles was completely numb to him, so he didn't notice until he felt warm crimson liquid running down his hands and dripping into the sink. The bathroom began filling up with the metallic sent of blood. Archie slowly picks out each and every chunk of glass stuck in his hand before cleaning and wrapping it in a bandage cloth he found in his bag. He then washed his face, got himself together, grabbed his bags, and left the bathroom as if nothing happened. He made his decision in that moment looking at the mirror. He got tired of waiting for you to come around. He got tired of waiting for you to talk to him. He knew that you were too shy to admit your feelings and your love for him...right? You did love him right? I mean, all the waves and smiles you sent his way. All the times you let Reggie, Sweet Pea, and all the other boys touch you was just to make him jealous, right? Yeah, that's right. He knew you were trying to get him to confess his love first, so that's exactly what he's gonna do. This week was the week you were gonna finally be his. Count your days, cus ready or not, here he comes.

After school Archie went straight home. He skipped football practice, he skipped hanging how at Pop's with the gang. He had one thing in mind, and one thing only. Getting you.

Sweet Pea was easy to take care of. All Archie had to do was easily break into his trailer dead in the night when everyone was asleep, and easily off the poor boy before he could even scream. Each day, one by one all the boys you talked to, or even touched ended up dead. And Reggie was the last survivor. By this time, people were starting to question the disappearance of the other boys. People were staring to whisper that you had something to do with it, which caused people to start avoiding you. Ever since you transferred to Riverdale High a month ago in the middle of the year, everyone instantly took a liking to you. You were dubbed as 'skirt boy' or 'dress boy' , not as in insult or anything because people really admired how you lived by the motto 'clothes are just fabric, they have no gender'. You made a name of yourself in just a couple of months. But all of that was taken from you. People no longer wanted to be around you. No body talked to you, hugged you, or even looked at you. People became scared of you, fearing that if they were around you, that they'd disappear too.

----Time Skip----

Archie managed to get wind that Cheryl was throwing a party after school, and obviously everyone was invited . Since Archie knew that Reggie would never pass up a good party, he knew that he was going to be there, and he would finally was able to finish him off like he did to Sweet Pea and the other few boys.

When Archie arrived at Thistlehouse, it was flooded with people from school. Empty bottles and cups of alcohol crowded the floor of the house everywhere, different color lights flashed throughout the room painting people with many different colors. Horny and sweaty kids were grinding and making out with one another, and it sickened Archie. The music was far too loud for his liking, all he wanted to do was kill Reggie, find you, and get the hell out of there.

"Archie! There you are dude, what took you so long to get here?"

Archie turned at the sound of the voice. Lo and behold, it was Reggie.

"Oh hey man, what a coincidence. I was just thinking about where I could find you." Archie says to the swaying and obviously drunk man.

"Oh y..yeah, I wash jush..talkin' tah (M...Male Name) upstairs. Ya'..ya'...yah' know w..what man. He's been pretty upshet lately. Yeah, he saysh p..people have shtaped talkin tah him"

Archie just couldn't help but darkly smile, this was all too easy for him. He'd at least thought that he would have to look forward to a challenge, but no. Things were smoothly playing out for him, and he's definitely without a doubt going to take advantage of it.

"Really now? Well how about you go get him and I can drive both of you home since you're obviously too waisted to drive."

Reggie nodded and stumbled his way to the stairwell, tripping and falling over several steps on his way up. Archie quickly grabbed a drink of strong alcohol and downed it easily, hissing at the burn, and made his way to his car. He sat in his seat and patiently waited for you both to come down. Archie looked down and saw the gun in his pocket being exposed a little, so he pulled his shirt down to cover it. He could feel himself getting overly giddy and excited thinking about you sitting in his car, and how tonight will finally be the night he'll have you and permanently get rid of Reggie. A few minutes later, he sees the both of you stumble out of the house. Even you were drunk too? Fucking amazing.

Both you and Reggie hopped in the car, with you in the front seat, and Archie began driving off. Throughout the whole drive Archie's grip of the steering wheel tightened and his heart was thumping as fast as a jackhammer, and it didn't get better when you dosed off and your head landed on his shoulder. Reggie was asleep in the back seat too, which gave Archie the opportunity to get a better look at you. He could smell the fruit scented perfume you were wearing, he felt himself twitch in his pants when he saw the way your skirt was hiked up a little on your leg, showing off your beautiful (h/hl) (s/c) legs he so desperately wanted to mark up, and your thicc thighs he wanted to stick his face between. Time seemed to fly by when he was staring at you, as he pulled onto the side of the road that lead to Sweetwater River. Trying not to disturbed you, Archie gently takes your leaning figure off of his shoulder and sits you up so you lean on the window. He got out of the car, woke up Reggie, and told him to take a walk with him.

The trip from the car to the river was quite short, which made Archie happy since he didn't want to keep you waiting. Both him and Reggie were admiring the view. The bright green trees standing tall as giants on the other side of the river, the glowing blue river water rushed past the rocks, splashing as it goes by. Reggie tripped and fell over the small rocks, as they were not really a reliable source for balance, especially in his wasted state. Archie stayed back a few feet behind him, and pulled out the gun hidden in his pocket, he pulled the hammer aiming it at Reggie's head. The clicking of the gun alerted Reggie as he turned around to see the origin of the noise, but before he could even utter a word out of his mouth, Archie pulled the trigger. The fast moving bullet shot out of the gun and lodged itself in between Reggie's eyes and shot out the back of his head. The power of the bullet caused blood to spew out and stain Archie's blue letterman jacket and face. Reggie's body went limp, falling on the ground instantly dead, blood flowing out of his head and trailing down into the water. Archie spit out the blood that shot into his mouth, cringing at the bitter taste of it. He stuck the gun back into his back pocket and rolled Reggie's heavy body into the river, watching as his lifeless body drifts away, never to be seen again by anyone.

Now that Reggie's gone, he'll have to find some way to break up with Veronica without Hiram being on his ass. Maybe he could set her up by getting her to cheat on him and then catch her in the act. He would have to take some time to think about it, but for now, he would just worry about that later. Now all he has to do is get back to you, and take you to your new room he set up for you. He ran back to the car, opened the door and closed it as quietly as he could so he didn't wake you and took off. While driving to his house, Archie adored watching you as you slept, lightly drooling as you did. He took one of his hands off the steering wheel and gently placed it on your warm leg, rubbing it up and down. He bit his lip and groaned as he felt your skin running against his flesh, he couldn't wait to have you when you got to your new home. Every now and then you'd stir in your sleep, alerting Archie, but he managed to continue his journey back. He finally gets to his house with you still asleep next to him, he clicks the garage remote to automatically open the garage and drive inside it, making sure to click the button again to close it. Archie looks behind the rearview mirror to make sure the garage was closed tight so no one can see what he's up to, then he steps out of the car and opens your side of the door, not forgetting to catch your head as it was still leaning on the window. He softly unbuckles your seatbelt, wraps your arms around your neck and picks you up, he then wraps your legs around his waist and rests his hand under your butt to balance you (also cus he just wanted to grope dat ass 😛).He shuts both of the car doors and makes his wat to the door, skillfully taking the keys out of his front pocket and unlocks the door to walk in.

Archie is firstly greeted by Vega, running to meet him barking with his wagging tail trying to jump on him for attention, only to be shushed by the red head. The barks caused you to move in his grasp and wrap your arms tightly and cuddle into the closest thing to you, which made Archie feel like he was on top of the world. He walked up the stairs, with Vegas closely following with curiosity as to who the new person was. He made it to the door of his secret room, which was now the place where he was going to keep you hidden from everyone, and opened it. He then walked in and sat you down on the floor locking a neck cuff around your neck with a pink heart shaped padlock so you don't escape. He walked over to the boarded up window he used to peak at you threw and made sure it was shut tight before pulling up a chair and silently staring at you with pride. He finally had you inside his house, finally to himself. He can finally now be the only one to touch you, to look at you, to hear your voice, and to fuck you. Just the though of it made his pants tighten. And now that you're hear, why not?

Slowly you wake up, opening your eyes in a groggy daze and a splitting pain in your head. You open your eyes and try to examine the dimly lit room you were in, or at least try to make out a figure or something. But...this..wasn't your room, these weren't your decorations, something felt off...felt..wrong. The cold uncomfortable metal on your neck made you shiver as you tried to pull at it to get it off, with little to no avail. In front of you you see navy blue adidas, calling out to the first person that popped in your mind. "Reggie?...W..where are we? Weren't we..at Cheryl's party?"

"Wrong name, (Male Name). Why don't I help you remember who I am baby?"

Archie gives you a sly look at your chained up figure before taking his shirt off. He then tosses the article of clothing to an unknown area in the room and he unbuckles his belt as he starts removing his pants, smiling at your scared and now sober quivering figure.

"P...please Archie, just let me go, and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just please let me go...I'll..I'll do anything you want, anything"

"Awww, how pathetic. Don't think you're getting away from me again that easily, begging like that~"

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[bangtanmix73]

I’ve finally decided to open requests. Please be specific whether you want a fanfic, drabble, or a head cannon!

I write for:

-Twilight: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Emmet Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Culen, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Leah Clearwater, Emily Young, Seth Clearwater, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara

-Riverdale: Betty, Jughead, Veronica, Cheryl, Toni, Sweet Pea, Fangs, FP, Alice

-IT: Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Reginald “Belch” Huggins

- Kpop: Stray Kids, Mamamoo

-Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Lucifer, Gabriel, Crowley

-Alice in Borderland: Chishiya, Usagi, Kuina, An, Heiya,

No longer write for:

-The Lost Boys

-The Black Phone

I will write:

-nsfw (no minors please)

-angst

-fluff

-yanderes

-age gaps (as long as everyone is above 18)

-polyamory relationships

-murder, death, gore, anything alone those lines

I do write Lgbtq+, but there are some areas I’m not confident in and I’m afraid to offend someone.

I will NOT write: Scat/Urine/Vomit play/kink, p*dophilia, inc*st, cannibalism, r*pe, some mental illnesses, I also may add more later on.

Thank you!

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

It was a typical Friday in riverdale, you woke up and were excited for the weekend because this week had literally tried you to no ends. Your homework had stacked up horribly, you hadn't hung out with your friends all week, much less your boyfriend, Sweet Pea.

As the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, you felt excited to go to the white wyrm and get drunk around you lr friends, however those hopes quickly died down as your teacher called you to stay after class.

"Y/n, before you go id like a word with you."

"And I'd like a magic pony, but so rarely do we get what we want." You sassed back. You wanted nothing more than to climb behind sweets on his motorcycle and drink until you couldn't see straight.

"Y/n, your currently failing this class, I'm sorry but you need to do better. I know you, you're a smart person and you can do great things. You need to try harder." Your teacher looked like he wanted to be nice, but you were not in the mood.

"Mr. Yelich, I am trying hard, but you don't exactly make it easy, assigning more work every class, on top of the other 8 classes I have with a job and a social life. It will get done I promise, I am trying very hard." You were more than anything exhausted. Your job had kept you up late and no matter, you still had to stay up even later doing homework.

As you left the school building, you knew all of your friends would be gone already, including pea, who you told to not wait for. Instead you decided to catch a ride with your fellow serpent, Jessica.

When you got to the wyrm, you walked in and immediately ordered a shot of fireball. Surrounded by the crowded bar, no less. Tonight you decided you were going all in, blackout or back out, and you never backed out. As you took your fifth shot, you heard a voice behind you.

"Damn, like they're trying to get drunk, you know its just a stunt to get some dick, no wonder sweet pea hasn't talked to them all week." You turned around to see some beach blonde bitch with a posey of girls looking right at you. You sighed annoyedly.

"Now I know you weren't talking to me because one, who the fuck are you, two if I wanted dick I could get it sober unlike you bimbo bitches and three, what the hell do i care if I see sweet pea? I'm not his tender and he ain't my protector. So go find some other dumbass to lay into to make you feel better about your pathetic life. Thank you."

Apparently, the girls couldn't take it as well as the could dish it and instead jumped you in the middle of the bar. Since you were a little intoxicated it wasn't as easy as it would have been, however that didn't stop the undefeated Y/N Y/L/N. You grabbed the blonde by her hair after she suckered you in the rib and kneed her nose.

The girl next to the blonde grabbed you and layed a blow to your face while the third and final girl kicked you in the back. You went after the third girl, grabbing her arm and breaking her nose with your fist, while the other two punched your back and arms. She stumbled backwards and you turned to the other girls.

The blonde punched you in your nose, causing blood to drip onto the floor. The second girl layed three nice punches in your stomach. At this point your fight had gotten the attention of majority of the bar.

Just as you had knocked the brunette to the ground, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and hoist you off of the ground, separating you from kicking the others asses.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?" Sweet pea asked as he set you down. Tall boy came over at the same time.

"What the hell is going on here? Brooke, Sam?" Both girls got up with blood running from their faces and looked at the ground. "Y/n?" Tall boy turned to you.

"Nothing, if a bitch wants to talk shit, she better be ready to back it up." You say spitting blood on the floor.

"Y/n, you can't fight among serpents. You know the rules, if I catch you one more time, your suspended." Tall boy pointed a sharp finger in your face.

As he walked away, sweet pea grabbed your arm and turned you towards him. "Y/n, why did you do that?" You slapped his hand away.

"Fuck off sweet pea, I don't need your protection, I can handle myself. I'm your girlfriend, not some kid you need to take care of." You yelled in his face, followed by a shot of whiskey and then you stormed out of the bar. Sweet pea was stunned, you never yelled at him, much less in front of people.

As you left the bar slinging your jacket over your shoulders, you heard pea following you. "Hey, what the hell was that in there? Huh, don't you ever talk to me like that again." You turned to him, anger rushing through your veins.

"Why, because it makes you look weak? Sweet pea, you always talk to me like that and im fucking tired of it. I'm a serpent just like you. I'm your girlfriend, okay? You're not my guardian angel, and I don't need protection. Every other serpent sees me as your girlfriend and its bullshit!" You were screaming at him in front of everyone in the parking lot, not caring anymore and tired of his shit.

"Y/n, I never once tried to be your guardian angel. And if I want to help you who the fuck are you to say no?" Your laugh was filled with anger.

"Oh don't fucking kid yourself sweet pea. You want a girl you can make a house wife, you got the wrong fucking one. If you think i need your help you can walk in the other direction and never look back. Go fuck yourself." You spat as you turned away from him and got glances from other serpents who were in the parking lot.

"Y/n, you're fucking scum!" He shouted at you. You didn't care however, you just continued storming off. You had hoped tonight you could let loose and let the worries die away. But as tears streamed down your face as you walked into the dark, you couldn't help but hate how he didn't see your pain and stress.

He only cared how he looked and not how you were feeling. He didn't care about everything that had happened that week, he only wanted to look tough, like you were nothing more than a girl he could easily replace. But oh, was that the farthest thing from the truth there could be.

As you walked down the dimly lit street, you promised yourself, never to let anyone control you or make you feel this way again. You deserved someone better, someone who knew not to fuck with you, and you would be damned if you ever let anyone step on your fire again.

A/n: hi, so I tried my best to write this in a way that anyone could read, I hope I did a good job! I hope you like it and to anyone who feels like they aren't taken seriously, I just want you to know that I believe in you, and don't ever let anyone tell you what to do. You are amazing and deserve to show it! I love you all! Thank you for the love on some of my recent works <333

[i-havetroublewithsnakes]

"Let’s go home" // Sweet Pea

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader // Betty Cooper x Reader

Word Count: 620

Author’s Note: Hello there! Even if I love Betty/Veronica friendship.. how cool could it be if Betty met SP’s gf and boom.  Anyways like always this is not my first language so i’m really sorry for all the typing errors.

The first time Jughead took Betty at the Quarry, it was a peaceful spring night, and that night first the first time Betty saw Y/N. The girl had Sweet pea's jacket oh her shoulders while she was sitting on his bike. Sweets was talking to other serpents not so distant from her. "She is Y/N" Jughead said coming closer to her and she smiled. "She is not a serpent, but she is from the Southside" he continued explain looking at Betty. Y/N look at her with a smile "and last but not least she is Sweet pea’s girlfriend " Betty turned listening a female voice coming from her back, Toni was looking at Y/N with a grin on her face. Y/N laughed and Betty thought she had the sweetest laugh ever. "And she is Betty, my girlfriend" Jughead said with a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you Betty" "My pleasure" the blonde girl said softly.

The night at the Quarry was passing fine, Betty took a sit beside Y/N while she was drinking a beer, there was a great atmosphere when a scary sound came from Betty and Y/N's back, they look at each other and behind them with a strange feeling. "We should tell them" Betty said with a worried look on her face but Y/N was already up. "They deal with shitty jobs everyday, it's only a sound maybe the wind, I'll go check, stay safe here" she said but Betty wasn't agree with that. She followed Y/N even if she was a little bit scared, Y/N smiled when she felt Betty’s hands on her arm Betty furrowed her brows while they were walking and suddenly she saw a male figure in front of them, her heart stopped. Y/N's reaction was fast, fucking fast. She back off dragging Betty with her when that guy jumped out against the girls. He pointed a bat on Y/N and she rolled her eyes.  "Oh god, again?" she said annoyed. The only thing Betty was thinking was how she could be so fearless.  That question made Toni turns her face suspiciously and Y/N wasn't anymore on Sweets bike but facing someone, she jumped. "Sweet pea!" Toni yelled and all the serpents turned where the girls where.  Everything happened fast, Betty saw some serpents running after the guy and Sweet pea looking at Betty with anger.  "She did nothing babe, I heard a sound and I went check" Y/N said approaching him.  "How many fucking times I told you t-"  Y/N put her small hands on Sweets arms, coming really close to his face "I'm sorry, okay?" she whispered, their lips was almost touching  He rolled his eyes and sighed stepping back.  "I think he hates me" Y/N looked up at Betty who was watching Sweet Pea talking to FP. He was nodding to something FP said and Y/N smiled to herself, he was so beautiful.  "No he doesn't, he is like that. He trust no one, at the beginning he just look at everyone like the grumpy cat" Y/N said laughing.  "Are you gonna fight about what happened?" Betty asked and Y/N nodded.  "I'm sorry"  "for what?" Y/N asked with a confused look.  "for the fight you will have" Betty said and Y/N chuckled.  "it's not your fault, we always fight for this type of things. I grew up in the Southside and I always faced with this kind of things but he is overprotective about me. That's fine" She explained "Yes but.. He doesn't even kissed you" Betty whispered.  Y/N smiled blushing a little bit.  "He doesn't really like affection when he is angry" Sweet pea caressed Y/N's arm. "Let’s go home" he said and Y/N looked up to him nodding.

[sweetpea-fvck]

Taking Sides || S.P.

Warnings: Cursing

Plot: You started dating Sweet Pea and your north side friends aren’t happy, it all comes down to one choice; him or them?

“So I was thinking maybe we could all go to the lake this weekend, what do you say Y/N?” You looked up from your phone to Veronica, “I can’t this weekend, sorry Ronnie I already made plans.” She sighed, “Of course you did, you never have time for your friends anymore.” You shook your head, “That’s not true, we hang out all day at school.” Betty cleared her throat, “I think it’s nice she is in a relationship, even if it is with a serpent, at least she’s happy.” You scoffed, “What do you mean ‘even if it’s with a serpent’ you’re dating jughead and he’s their leader.” Betty raised her hands in defense, “That’s not what I mean, it’s just... you come from two different worlds, Jughead isn’t like them, he grew up on the north side, he’s trying to tone them down. You literally chose the worst of the bunch.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I expect this from people like Reggie or Archie but you guys? I thought you were my friends.” You shook your head in disbelief, “You really don’t support my choice to be with Sweet Pea?” A loud chuckle came from behind you, “Of course they don’t, none of us do. Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch, he’s just south side trash.” Reggie plopped himself down on a chair next to Veronica, “You can’t be on both teams Y/N. You’re either with us or against us.” Veronica smacked his arm, “You don’t have to be so blunt.” You clenched your jaw angrily, “Oh so you agree with him?” She averted her gaze and started picking at her nails, “Betty? Do you agree with him?” Betty sighed, “Yes, I do. I don’t think you should be in a relationship with him, he’s taking you away from us and you’re just going to end up hurt.” Reggie smirked, “Looks like it’s either him or us.”

You shook your head, “I can’t believe you guys right now, are you seriously making me choose?” Veronica nodded, “If that’s what it takes to get you away from him then yes.” You laughed but there was no humor behind it, “Then I choose him and I’ll always choose him, do you wanna know why? Because he would NEVER make me choose. He has never had a problem with me being a north sider! All he cares about it that I’m safe and I’m happy which is more than I can say for you guys. He has tried to get you guys to accept him, he joined the basketball team, he wore those stupid mandatory outfits, which lets not forget Jughead is the first one who protested them. He never cared who I was friends with or why. I would pick him again and again and again because he loves me and I love him and if you don’t accept that, then you can’t accept me. I can’t believe I ever called you guys my friends...” You picked up your bag and started walking out of the room before stopping for a moment and turning around, “Real friends would never have made me pick a side.”

Sweet Pea stood outside the door waiting for you, “Are you gonna be okay princess?” You nodded, “It will take some time but yeah I think I’ll be okay... it just hurts you know?” He pulled you into his arms, “I know baby, but you know, I would understand if you picked them. Some of what they said is true.” You looked up at him, “Pea, none of what they said is true, they don’t know what I know, they don’t see what I see. To them you are just some thug but, to me you are my prince charming, my knight in a leather jacket.” He smiled at you but let you continue. “If they really cared about me they would have taken the time to get to know you. They would have tried to see past the fueds and let me be happy but...they didn’t and that’s okay. They made their choice and I made mine, now let’s please get out of here.” He kissed you on the forehead, “Anything for you princess.”

A/N: This is based on while everyone still hates each other, so sorry the girls are so mean it just adds to the drama 0-0 Let me know what you guys think! I want to post more so I’m trying to do some shorter stuff to ease back into writing ♡

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

A Heart, A Brain ~ J.J. (part 1)

A/n: Ah yes the other Jughead series I started and... never finished. Here we go!

Word Count: 5700+

MASTERLIST

Betty and Jug walked side by side as they made their way home. They walked closely and Jug noted to himself that their hands brushed every once in awhile. He was sure now more than ever. Betty had asked him to walk her home, and the tension between them was unwavering. She liked him. He was sure without a doubt that he could make the move he'd been hesitant to make previously. He'd been doubtful before, but now... Now he was sure.

"Do you believe him?" Betty asked, trying to fill the silence. Jug was knocked out of his daydreaming, trying to get his courage up to stop them and talk to her about what was going on both with them and Riverdale, when she did it for him. They stopped moving forward as she stepped in front of him to gain his full attention.

"I do," He admitted, a little more serious now. He sighed a bit as he spoke the words, and Betty pursed her lips, then nodded. She paused and stepped closer. Jughead was pleasantly surprised that she was making all the right moves, and even further convinced himself that she really did like him. He couldn't wait to get home and share the happenings tonight with -

He let the thought drop, holding his breath as some kind of crazy courage took hold of him. His hands moved to cup her face and he leaned forward, his eyes closing and a smile slipping onto his lips. In that moment, he was full of excitement. It was like going cliff diving and standing on the edge, looking down at the water which seemed so insanely far below. That fear that makes you stay in that one spot for so long, unable to get the courage to leap off into empty air. The moment after when that burst of courage hits you and certainty courses through your veins and you jump.

Betty leaned away from him, her eyes wide and he thought of the metaphor he had just thought of. How the way his body responded to this was very close to the moment after the jump. The moment when you are suspended in empty air and you hold your breath and the certainty goes away and you instinctively reach out to stop yourself. Your foot already left the solid ground and it's too late to listen to the terror that has returned and you start falling. Your stomach drops and your heart rises into your throat as you fall.

They stood there, and it was like the second before you hit the water, where you have already jumped and now you can't go back and you regret it. That moment before you hit the water and you tense in anticipation. That moment before you're submerged safe and your confidence comes back again.

Then her mouth is moving and her eyes are full of pity and Jughead thinks of that moment  when you're in the water and you pop back up again to take a deep breath of air, smiling like an idiot. But he wasn't smiling and neither was she. He had fallen, except when he had landed he'd immediately lost where the surface was and now he was just... drowning.

And he was drowning. In terror, humiliation, and regret.

She stepped back and there was heavy silence as Jug stood back up straight, almost robotically. As if his joints had frozen but his brain was still working. It felt like his body was balancing on the edge of functionality, and was quickly falling apart in panic. Neither knew what to do.

"Did you just try to-" Betty began.

"No." Jug rushed. He shook his head to rid the emotion away and threw his walls up, his face blank and his body relaxed and loose. He wasn't sure if he pulled it off, too distracted by his mind racing and his heart aching like never before. Why had she leaned away? The question hung in the air like an elephant on their shoulders, heavy and about to topple over and cause chaos. Nothing good was about to happen between the two.

Betty began to say something but then stopped, silently pursing her lips. It's so awkward between them it's hard to speak. "I didn't know you liked me, Jug," Betty mumbled softly. Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, his hands in his pockets as if he didn't care. But Betty already knew. He was a fantastic actor, but no amount of acting could hide how he felt. The proof was in the action he could not take back. "I'm sorry, Jug," Betty tried weakly. "I'm... I don't feel that way - about you. I'm... I'm with Veronica." Jug looked at her, pain and surprise and even horror in his eyes. Betty felt ashamed and looked at her feet, wanting to fold into herself and disappear under his demanding glance. "We didn't tell anyone because so much was going on, but... I really like her, Jug. More than I liked Archie." Her smile that risen up thinking about Veronica shook as she realized that her experience with Archie was just like now, except that the places were reversed.

Now she knew what Archie had been thinking, going through. The pain he'd felt, having to tell her that they were only ever going to be friends. Even despite the fact that Jug wanted so much more - yearned for it - as she had. Betty understood Archie's silence and awkwardness that night. She tried to figure out how to tell him that she just wasn't that into him. Not like that. Not ever like that. Not for her. Not between them. They were just friends. Had been. For so long.

"No, don't worry," Jug tells her calmly, hurting her more because she knew he was hurting but didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to her about it. It hurt her even more, knowing that he wasn't being himself around her anymore, because of this. His feelings totally ruined their dynamic, because she didn't return them. It would go back, the same way that she and Archie had, but not for a while. It had taken HER a long time... How long would it take Jughead? "You can't control your feelings. I don't blame you for that." As she tried to respond - tried to make  it better, somehow - he turns around and begins walking away, leaving her there alone. The only thing she can do is close her mouth, watch Jug until it doesn't seem to have a point anymore, then turn back onto the path and walk herself the rest of the way home.

Jughead doesn't know where he's going. His head is so clogged with thoughts and feelings as he glares at the cracks underneath his feet and walks into oblivion... or wherever his feet decide to take him. He can't tell anyone what just happened. Betty would, but he couldn't. Archie would know how Betty felt and try to explain it to Jug, taking her side and trying to fix it so the group wouldn't have even more to handle than they already did. He would support Jughead, but not in the right way. Veronica would be on her side too, as her girlfriend. Honestly she would also be a little bitter that he tried to kiss Betty. He would rather see ANYONE than Veronica right now anyway.

No, he needed Y/n right now.

Just as he got to this realization, he looked up to see where he was so he could find his way to Y/n's house - to find that he'd subconsciously made his way to Y/n's front gate. Of course his feet would take him here. Y/n was more his home than even the drive-in had been.

Y/n was Jughead's best friend. His everything, really. He told her everything, and Y/n always knew what to do. What to say; how to react; what to do; how to figure it out. She always knew what he was feeling without him having to tell her about it, and she was always available just when he needed her. It was always impeccable timing that he asked for her when she was free. And she always was, for him. She was never too busy to help him. Just then his emotions start to register as what just happened sinks in and he gets antsy, his eyes locking on her dark room - she wasn't home yet.

"Jug?" He spun around to see Y/n standing there, confused, and the second she saw how upset he was, she knew what had happened. They met in the middle, Y/n waking and Jughead practically running. He embraced her, his bigger build almost toppling her over. "Betty?" She asked softly, remembering back to how Betty had asked him to take her home. She'd been disappointed, as she loved their walks home together, but happy that he got the chance to be alone with her. She was as convinced as he was that Betty liked him the same he liked her. What could have gone wrong?

"She didn't... She doesn't... Veronica and her..."

Y/n's eyes went wide and she immediately realized what had happened, as if she could read into Jug's mind itself. She soothed him with soft shushing, rubbing his back gently and holding him tightly. "Breathe Jug, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here. I'm here." He breaths choppily in her ear, his feelings rising in his throat, as if suffocating him. "Jug you need to calm down," Y/n tells him. "Can you breath for me?" He's never put himself out there like that, and it had gone very wrong. Betty not only didn't like him - she was with someone else. Was with Veronica Lodge. It all feels... icky. Like he's covered in dirt and grime or like he hadn't brushed his teeth.

How badly had he just fucked everything up between everyone?

Slowly but surely Y/n walked him through the panic and got him to breath calmly and steadily. She walks him into her room. Her parents are on a trip as usual, leaving the house empty, as usual. She takes off his jacket and lays him in the bed, taking off his shoes as he pulls one of her pillows into his chest. She grabs a pair of pajamas and changes in the bathroom before putting her hair back, out of her face. She climbs into bed with Jug and immediately he ditches the pillow to pull her close, burying his face into her neck and hair. He lets his senses fill with her, allowing the smells and touches and darkness to fill his senses so all he can focus on is her. His center in the storm. His calm in the chaos. His sanctuary in the war. His safety in the danger. Doing this made him feel a million times better and he completely relaxed, letting her adjust so that his arms loosely wrapped around her as her head rested on his elbows and his head was hidden by her body.

Eventually he even calmed down enough to fall asleep, deep even breaths echoing in her ear and fanning her neck.

She can't sleep, though. Even after he is calm.

Unbeknownst to Jughead - to anyone - Y/n is head over heels in love with the beanie boy. She'd cared for him so long she can't remember a time she didn't, some way or another. They were friends since before even Betty and Archie. She had been there when he was lonely and sad and she had sung to him in her tiny, high voice. Random noises and words, just so he could hear her. If not that, then she would tell him stories directly from her imagination. Later she would read to him instead. On days he just needed to get something off his chest, she had listened to him talk. For years, until she knew him better than his parents did. He had always leaned on her.

Even now, years later, she cared for him more than she had ever care for anyone. It was her instinct to seek his happiness. He liked Betty, so she had tried to help him. Encouraged him. Guided him. Even as she found herself to even begin to look at someone else, she was happy for Jughead as he talked about Betty. The two could have been happy together, and who was Y/n to get between them? Veronica had first, but that wasn't the point. She was genuinely okay with him not liking her. As long as he was genuinely happy. His sorrow hurt her, and she found herself staring at the ceiling as the night passed. Her heart ached for the boy in her arms and didn't find sleep for a very long time.

Before she could fall asleep, she pulled her phone out and texted the others to make sure they knew Jug was okay and with her, fast asleep and calmed down. She organized a way for this to work out. Veronica and Betty would stay away from him and give him space to figure it all out. Kevin would stay with them, as he wouldn't help Jug any. Y/n would stay with Jug so he wouldn't be alone, helping him move on, and Archie could pop in every once in awhile to see how Jug was doing and report back to the girls. Any of them could ask Y/n anything and she would update them so everyone knew where he was.

Of course, they agreed. Y/n knew Jughead best and if she said he needed some space and time, they would give it to him.

Finally she could fall asleep, assured that it would all work out.

In the next week, it all went as planned. Archie gave the girls updates, the girls stayed away for the most part, and Y/n helped Jughead situate his emotions and move on. She cracked jokes and told stories, read books, sat with him as he wrote, and even sang to him at night when he would get really sad. They would have classes apart and Betty and Jughead still worked together at the Blue and Gold, but Jughead found that it was weirdly easy to let go of the blonde. He saw how happy she was with Veronica for the first time, and if he got a little wistful now and again he just had to see Y/n smile and everything was fine again.

Jughead finally ran into Betty and Veronica in the hall together. The two had ditched pretenses and had gone public about their relationship. They shared a kiss right as he rounded the corner. It was just a peck but Jug froze, frowning to himself as he didn't feel the jolt he expected to. Feeling eyes on them, the two girls turned to see Jug standing there. There was awkward between them for a second but then he just smiles at them, and they seem to melt in relief before smiling back. He continues on his way and that's the end of it.

When Betty and Jughead begin to talk about Veronica f=during hours at the Blue and Gold, they agree that it's time to reunite everyone. Jughead melts back into his place with ease, having only left it open for a few days - just over a week. It's so fast that Betty voices it to the others when Jughead and Y/n aren't around.

"You know when Jughead tried to kiss me he looked..." She thought of the word as everyone looked at her. "I don't know, he genuinely looked really upset. I don't know, I've never seen Jughead like anyone before. Does he move on fast?"

Archie shook his head. "No when we like ten he had a crush on that guy across the street from my house. Do you remember that?" Betty immediately nods, eyes wide as she recalled it. "He was a mess for months."

Veronica rose an eyebrow. "Then, what? He didn't really like you?"

Betty shook her head. "I don't think it's that either. I mean I saw him those first two or three days. He was... heartbroken. Less so very quickly, but the first time he saw me he couldn't even look me in the eye. It was like with Tristen but in super fast forward. You think he's just... better at moving on these days?" Everyone shrugged and then dropped it. For now.

The conversation stays to the front of everyone's mind though. First it's Archie, who notices the soft expression and warm smiles he once secretly aimed at Betty were aimed somewhere else now. Then it's Veronica who is least used to Y/n and Jughead's way of being that she sees the touches and glances and constant contact and knows exactly what she's looking at. Kevin is next, noticing the way that Veronica smiles at Y/n and Jughead. Then there's Betty, who needs to have it brought up out loud to put it together.

"They're just like that," Betty argues. "They always have been." Archie nods slowly, but doesn't defend her. He's lost in thought, rethinking every interaction they'd had since they were kids.

"No one is just like that," Veronica says, shaking her head and holding up a finger. "Something is happening and neither of them realize because they're too used to it. Like you guys."

Put that way, it's pretty hard to argue.

One day V, Betty, and Archie walk into Pop's and notice Y/n and Jughead are there. The pair in the booth smile and wave the others down, scooting over to make room for them. It's slightly reminiscent of how Betty had tried to play of her feelings for Archie when she'd initially gotten rejected, but there's an ease to Jughead that Betty didn't have. He doesn't flinch at Veronica showing Betty affection, and even teases them right along with Kevin. He doesn't stop touching Y/n, and even talks more than he usually would. Archie feels like a fifth wheel as Veronica and Betty chat and laugh and get along with Y/n and Jug, who sit close together and are acting like...

"Are you two dating?" Archie asks, motioning between Jug and Y/n. The two look at each other and bust up laughing, but V and Betty just share a silent look.

"No," Y/n sighs, amused. "That's ridiculous."

"Agreed," Jug agrees. "Not us. Never." He takes a sip from his drink and Y/n swallows hard. She loves Jug after all, and every once in a while she is reminded that she also has feelings, just as anyone does. This millisecond of weakness, before her face returns to happy and unbothered, does not go unnoticed even in the slightest by the other three, who are now hyperaware the rest of the night.

Everything is back to normal, and it's more obvious than ever that something has to change.

Archie, Betty, and Veronica team up after that for "Plan J". Step one: implant the idea.

Archie starts to text Y/n more. She doesn't mind at all and even loves the interactions, but as she begins to have inside jokes with Archie and make plans with him and not be able to hang out or anything because she's busy, Jughead starts to get a little irritated. Not enough to do anything. It's not like Y/n is only his, and watching his friends get along is great. There's just something about Archie making Y/n laugh like that, and him spending time with her. Something about charismatic, heart throb, suddenly ripped and musically talented Archie Andrews that just... doesn't sit right with Jughead.

When Archie asks Y/n on a date, everyone knows it won't end with the two actually going out. They also know that Y/n still won't turn him down, and only Jughead is surprised at how much it bothers him that the two are getting to a place like this. It crosses a line, he thinks, but he's not sure exactly what line it is that's been crossed. The night ends pleasantly but with it obvious that there's no moving forward, just as was predicted. The overall goal is accomplished too; suddenly Jughead is acting weird, and he'll be left along to wonder why. The idea had been implanted.

The next step is to get Y/n to admit out loud that she liked Jughead.

This is the next step because until she admits it out loud, when she can't just ignore it or deny it or push it away or bury it, nothing will ever happen. Not from Y/n. Jughead will never see it with how good she is at covering it up and putting it away when he's paying attention. It needs to be impossible to blend in. Impossible to cover up. Not only for Jughead's sake, but for Y/n's. She needs to acknowledge her feelings and take them seriously.

It takes a week for Veronica and Betty to get Y/n into just the right place. The entire time they wore her down and prodded her gently here and there, staring with how she felt about Archie and slowly working from there. They nudged her more and more until she finally blurted, "None of these guys could ever catch my interest okay? Stop trying to set me up with them!"

"Why not?" veronica asked, eyes wide with interest.

"Because I'm in love with someone else!" Y/n tells them. "Please god don't set me up on a date with Reggie it'll be actually painful." From there it's simple to keep going, asking endlessly who it is, and it's almost too easy to get Y/n to buckle.

"Okay well if it's not Dilton - which, honestly you can do better so that's a relief - and it's not Reggie for sure?" Y/n nods tiredly, her eyes closed and her forehead being rubbed by her fingertips. "Well then it has to be Jughead." Y/n's eyes shoot wide and she freezes. "Oh my god it IS Jughead?" Veronica gushes, her grin wide.

Y/n rushes to shut her up. "Ronny I need you to listen to me very carefully." Veronica nodded, resting her chin on a fist. "You can never, NEVER tell Jughead do you understand me?"

Veronica grins. "Only if you admit it out loud."

Y/n closes her eyes again, sucking in a breath through her teeth. The swear words she swallowed are tangible in her expression as she spits out, "I'm in love with Jughead. But he will never feel the same and I am perfectly fine just being friends with him so I need you to let this go, do you understand?"

"Perfectly," Veronica says, obviously unsatisfied. "I've exhausted you, so I'll go. I promise I won't tell Jughead, and neither will anyone else. Only you can tell him, I swear." Y/n shoots the dark haired girl a panicked expression, but she's already gone before Y/n can say anything. When Betty and Veronica discuss what happened, they both agree that Y/n just admitting it out loud isn't enough.

She knows she loves Jughead. She needs to be open to the possibility that he could love her back.

So came step two and a half.

Unfortunately, Y/n seemed to have panicked and - drowning in her emotions and panicked over what she might face at school - had ditched. She usually let the gang know when she needed a day off, but today they didn't realize until they got to school and Y/n wasn't there. It was then, faced with all of the weird feelings both Y/n and Jughead had been feeling and trying to ignore, that a very jarring truth was revealed.

Jughead and Y/n weren't just best friends - they had more of a connection than just that. They were two halves of one whole. The had learned to work as a machine; in sync, together. When things ever got scary or complicated, Y/n had been the one who stayed and helped him figure it out. That unity became more than just habit. It was instinct. Jughead was the brain; he figured things out and put the puzzle pieces together. Betty might have been his partner in figuring out Jason's killer, but that didn't hinder Jug's role to navigate him and Y/n out of any tight spot. In their personal life, Jughead was the problem solver. Y/n's role was opposite, but just as important. She was the heart; the comfort and warmth that made home; the arms that held and protected him, the eyes that saw more than was there and the endless forgiveness and good advice and holding accountable and building up that Jughead so lacked since his mom had left.

Jughead was the one who had the great idea to make a place at the Twilight Drive In when he didn't have anywhere to go. Y/n had been the one to make it home.

Now that flow was messed up and everything was out of control. Misplaced. Distorted. Riverdale High felt unfamiliar and cold without her by his side. It was more that she wasn't answering his messages. Hadn't even given a head's up. For once he felt no connection to her and the day stretched for eternity as he waited impatiently for school to end so he could drop by her house and fix whatever had broken. Make it better again.

The day wouldn't end though, and Jughead's misery was obvious. Eventually Archie had to say something. The girls already felt bad, thinking they may have pushed Y/n too far. With them opting out, Archie took the lead here. "What's up, Jug?" The redhead asked the moping boy during lunch.

"Y/n's not here today," Jug tells him resignedly, a frown on his face as he speaks.

Now, everyone knew how Jughead and Y/n worked. It was like talking to your parents - you knew which to ask for advice, and which to ask for comfort. Which offered better direction, and which made right where you are feel right. Sometimes you needed guidance, sometimes you needed grounding. Jughead being the brain and Y/n being the heart wasn't just the way they acted, it was a running joke through out Riverdale as a community.

Even knowing that though, this seemed odd. The two could be apart. They had been several times, and it had never seemed this... painful.

All Archie could think to do was crack a joke. "Missing your heart?" Jughead actually scoffed at that, a smile almost tugging onto his face. It seemed Archie's attempts had landed as intended... but it doesn't ease the way Jughead seems run down. They both think about what Archie had said and suddenly it becomes less funny; Jughead really does look so much like how a brain would without a heart to power it.

Jughead sighed. "I've never... I mean she didn't even let me know she wouldn't be here. She hasn't given me any message to let me know why she isn't here. I almost think something's wrong. I'm worried about her. And I mean I've haven't had to do anything completely without her in a very long time. Even when she was sick she would always..." His voice drifts off as that realization hits him. "She would always make time to give me her input."

Archie tries not to smile. God these two were oblivious, and it was killing him. "Y/n and Jughead... it's like peanut butter and jelly. Yin and yang. You must feel..."

"Incomplete," Jughead mumbled quietly.

"At least it's temporary," Archie reassures gently. "She won't be gone forever. She might have let her phone die, or been feeling really crappy and decided to take a break. I'm sure she's missed messaging you back before."

Jughead looks up at that. "This might sound weird Arch, but, no. She never has. Is that insane?"

Archie considered it. "Well, she cares about you, and she must love spending time with you. I'm sure it's just that. Betty was the same way for a long time, before her and Veronica got together."

Jughead shot Archie a look. "Betty was in love with you, of course she never missed a message." Archie took a bite of his food, giving Jughead just a second to mull over what he'd said. And he did, his eyes slowly widening as the gears visibly turned at super speed in his head.

Mercifully, Archie pulled him out of it before he could melt down into a complete spiral. "You planning on going to check on her when school's over?" Jughead nodded, clearing his throat as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. "If she is sick, is there anything you usually do that you need to prepare for before you head over? I'll help you."

"Well when she's sick I usually get her some noodle soup from the store because I have no cooking skills whatsoever," Jughead began, sighing around his words. Archie snorted. "Then we watch some combination of Barbie movies and Ben Ten." When Archie shot him a surprised look, Jughead grinned. "It's been our method for ages. I don't know if the shows are actually good or it's just the familiarity of the habit or maybe nostalgia or something, but it's really comforting. We each have our favorite Barbie movie, and yes me too." Archie bit his lips as Jughead began blabbering on, talking about all the times they'd watched the movies and shows and all their favorites and their theories and opinion they always discussed and updated with each watch as they got older.

Something extraordinary happened after only a few minutes of talking about Y/n. Jughead seemed to light up like a Christmas tree, his hands moving as he became animated and the world around him growing brighter as his grin was wide and bright enough to seem to create light around him. Without Y/n in sight, her affect seemed to hit him nonetheless, as simply the memory of her was enough to set him off into the most blissful he'd been all day.

Archie actually found himself growing jealous of how just a memory could have such an effect on Jughead. How just thinking about her could make Jughead smile like he was. Jughead of all people, smiling like he was now, just at the thought of the girl who was more apart of him than even his friends had realized... There was so much love there. Archie wished he could find something even half as much as that. It was more than he'd ever seen. More than when he'd been with Valerie, more than he'd seen between Betty and Veronica. Hell, this put whatever had been between Archie and Miss Grundy to shame. More than.

Seeing Jughead this happy made Archie realize just how much he wanted to get the two so called best friends together. He'd been hesitant, not one to interject himself into the lives of others. But now, he was all in.

Love like the kind they had should never go wasted.

-

"Hey Jug," Archie prompted one day. Jughead's eyes moved from the book he was reading and Archie continued. "You know how Y/n and I went on that date a while back?" Jughead nodded, his mood obviously changed. They had gone to Y/n's the previous day after school and found out that she was just sick and had slept all day. Or that's what she had said at least. She had missed today too and Jughead was more at ease, but still a bit in a sour mood. His odd thoughts about Y/n were on the edge of something new and it left him in a weird place.

"Why do you ask?" Jughead prompted when Archie paused for a moment.

"Well I was wondering if you'd give me some advice," Archie lied. He still wasn't into Y/n genuinely, but the jealousy that flared in Jughead's expression immediately was perfection. "Listen I know you're basically like her brother-"

"I'm not her brother," Jughead rushed, wondering why it bothered him so much that someone saw them that way.

Archie raised his hands in surrender then continued after a moment. "I just mean I know you're protective and you should be. You're both close and she means a lot to you. But you know me, Jug. I would treat her well. I would keep my hands on her back, and spend plenty of time with her. Pay for the dates and give her rides when I get my license. I would give her all the affection she needs. Any time she needed something, I'd be there, I promise. You won't have to worry about her so much anymore - you'd have me to help. Who else could be better, you know? Who else do you trust as much as you trust me?"

Jughead swallowed. "I don't know Arch."

It was impossible not to smile, so instead Archie tried to aim it to be eager and lean into his excitedness, steering away from smugness that might set Jughead off.  "I just figured, since you know her so well, maybe you could give me some advice? Maybe put in a good word for me?"

Finally Jug couldn't contain it anymore. "No," he grunted. It didn't make sense. Archie was right, he would be perfect for Y/n. Just what she deserved. Jughead couldn't get himself to be in the least okay with it though, or shake how much it pissed him off to picture them together.

"Why not?" Archie asked evenly.

"Because no."

"But WHY?" Archie pushed. There was something boiling behind Jughead's eyes, and Archie was pulling at the lid.

Suddenly Jughead could see Archie and Y/n, driving to school together in the morning. Going on dates. Cuddling at night. Watching movies. Eating meals at Pop's. He could see V and Betty next to Archie and Y/n, all cuddled up and cooing. He saw a late night coming home, where Archie would lean in as they both smiled. Archie would put a piece of her hair behind her ear. He would lean in and kiss her. So passionately that Y/n would get lost in him, her eyes fluttering closed and her body leaning against the door. They'd stumble in after the door opened, never breaking away from the heated kiss. They would go into the empty house and close the doors...

Seeing Jughead beginning to shut down, Archie rushed to push harder. "Why? Not? Why can't I date her Jug? Why can't I love her? Give her what she deserves?"

"Because it's MY job," Jug seethed through gritted teeth. He shot to his feet, slamming his hand on the table as he snapped, "Because I love her, Archie." Archie sat back, satisfied with himself, a smug smirk on his face. The anger faded from Jug's mind and his eyes went wide as he realized the truth he'd been trying to deny these last few days. The truth that he couldn't hide anymore. He loved her.

Shit.