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Remember Me (FP Jones x OC)

Chapter Summary: Direct continuation of Part one. Will Isabelle become a Serpent? What does the future look like for our favorite characters?

Summary: It’s been 4 years since Isabelle left Riverdale and it’s finally time to return…but what will she find? Are the people she loves the same people she used to know?

Characters: FP Jones, Fred Andrews, Tom Keller, Isabelle Keller (OC). For reference, FP/Fred/Tom are 23 in this and Isabelle is 21.

Warnings: cursing, family drama

Part 2 of 3

A/N: Read the series in order or it doesn’t make sense.

(Part 1)

I woke up the next morning to the smell of something burning. I was momentarily concerned until I heard FP swearing and the clatter of what sounded like a pan being thrown into the sink.

I yawned and stretched, before slowly venturing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. FP was standing in front of the sink scrapping something off a pan and cursing quietly under his breath.

“Good morning,” I said with a smirk.

He turned to face me, his cheeks bright red. “I burnt breakfast,” he mumbled.

I laughed and walked over to look in the sink. “Oh...damn, FP. Did that used to be an omelet?”

He groaned. “I think so.”

“I think we’ll add ‘cooking’ to the list of things you need to work on,” I said lightly. I nudged him with my hip and opened the fridge. It was almost empty. I looked up at him with a chuckle. “How does Pop’s sound?”

He smiled. “It sounds amazing.” He leaned in to kiss me. 

“Shower first,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Take one with me. It’ll conserve water.”

I laughed and let him lead me into the bathroom.

30 minutes later, we were dressed and ready to go. 

I climbed into the seat of his pickup truck and smiled. 

He climbed in and gave me a funny look. “What’s the smile about?”

“You don’t remember?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked confused.

My smiled widened. “You took me to the drive-in to see some action movie, except the only action I recall was us.”

He grinned as he remembered the night we’d made love for the first time. He turned to look at the bed of his truck and then back at me. “When you first left Riverdale, you were everywhere. I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing a memory of us. It was so painful. Eventually, I got to the point where I actively tried to forget about any memory I had of you. It made life more bearable, but it also made it empty.”

“I’m sorry, FP. I can’t imagine what it was like for you still being in this town.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t tell you that to upset you. I just want you to know that’s why I won’t recall things as quickly as you do. I spent the last 4 years suppressing my memories of you.”

I nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll remind you.”

He smiled and started the engine. When we arrived at Pop’s, I noticed a familiar truck parked out front.

“FP, that’s Fred’s truck.”

FP parked the vehicle and nodded. “I know.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“It’s been about a year.”

I looked at him in surprise. He and Fred used to be just as close as Fred and I were. Hell, Fred’s the only reason FP and I even met in the first place. After all, I’m two years younger than them. But Freddy wanted a female singer to join the band back in high school and I auditioned. He loved my voice, so I joined the Fred Heads for practice the next day. Over the next few years, Fred and I became best friends and FP and I fell in love.

“Well come on, you might as well face the music,” I said gently as I jumped down from the truck.

FP quietly followed me inside.

When the little bell rang as we entered, Pop Tate looked up and did a double-take. “Is that Isabelle Keller I see coming into my Chocklit Shop?”

I grinned ear to ear. “Hi, Pop. It’s been a while.”

He came around the counter and gave me a hug. “Four years, Isabelle. Four long years.” He looked up at FP and raised his eyebrows. “It’s been about a year since I’ve seen you either, FP.”

“I’ve been real busy, Pop.”

The old man nodded. “Mhm, I’m sure.” He squeezed my shoulders and said, “I’ll get to making your favorite breakfast. You just have a seat and I’ll get it to you in a jiffy.”

I grinned and thanked him.

“Izzy!”

I turned to see Fred waving at us from a booth across the room. I waved back and started to walk towards him. I noticed FP hadn’t moved, so I turned to grab his hand. “Come on,” I said gently.

“What if he’s mad at me?”

“It’s Fred. He’ll get over it.” FP still didn’t move. “What is it?” I asked softly.

“He’s with Mary.”

“So?”

“So she doesn’t like me.”

I sighed. “Babe, we’re going to at least say hi. Freddy wouldn’t have called my name if he wanted to be left alone.”

FP nodded and finally began following me to the booth where Fred and Mary sat.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the great Isabelle Keller,” Mary said.

FP tensed up beside me, but I grinned ear to ear. A moment later, so did Mary. She jumped out of her seat and wrapped me in a hug. 

“It’s good to see you, Mary.”

“You too, Isabelle.” She turned to FP. “Hey, FP. It’s been a while.”

“Hey Mary,” he responded, his tone cautious.

Fred and I hugged and then he turned to FP. He pulled him into a hearty man hug and said, “It’s good to see you, man.”

FP’s face lit up in surprise. “It’s good to see you too, Fred. I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

“It’s all good, man. You’ve been going through some stuff.” He gestured to the booth. “Sit down you two. Have breakfast with us!”

I smiled and gently touched FP’s arm. He simply nodded and sat beside me in the booth.

“So what have you been up to? Any juicy details from the big city?” Mary asked.

“Oh nothing too special. Just the usual big city bullshit. I actually missed the quiet of Riverdale.”

Mary scoffed. “Girl, you’re crazy. I’d love to live in a major city. Ohh, the shopping must be amazing!”

I laughed. “I’m not much of a shopper and even I thought it was incredible. And horrifyingly expensive.”

“Oh I can imagine!”

FP and Fred exchanged a glance that clearly said ‘kill me now’. 

I nudged FP. “Are we boring you?” I teased.

“Pfft. Never. You know I love fashion.”

I laughed. “If by love you mean you wear a variation of the same outfit every day, then yes. You’re clearly fashion’s number one fan!”

Everyone laughed.

Fred was about to say something when Pop Tate came over to the table with our food. A waitress came up behind him to deliver Fred and Mary’s food. We each thanked them and Pop smiled and shot me a wink before rushing back to the counter as another customer entered. 

We all dug in to our meals, silence enveloping the table.

“I forgot how delicious this was,” I said after a while.

“Food not as good in New York?” Fred teased. 

“Nothing is as good as Pop’s. Especially when it’s shared with people you love.”

“You’re such a sap,” Fred said with a laugh.

“And yet, you love me,” I teased back.

“That I do, Miss Keller. That I do.” Fred choked on his food and said quickly, “Izzy, your mo--”

“Isabelle Marian Keller!”

I winced as Fred was interrupted by none other than my mother screaming my name across the diner.

“--ther’s here,” Fred finished quietly.

My mother stomped up to the table with my dad and Tom following behind her. “You didn’t come home last night,” she said sternly.

“First off, hi mom, nice to see you. Second, I texted Tom to tell him I was staying at Fred’s.”

“And you couldn’t have included me in that message?”

“Well, it was late. I figured Tom would be able to let you know where I was if you started to worry.”

“Hmmpf,” she grumbled before suddenly zeroing in on FP as if she’d just noticed he was there. “And what are you doing here?” 

FP looked up at her slowly. “I’m eating breakfast with my friends, Mrs. Keller.”

“You forfeited the right to call my daughter ‘friend’ when you joined that gang,” she practically spit the last word.

I jumped in before FP could respond. “I choose who my friends are, mom. Not you. You’re making a scene and people are starting to stare. Why don’t you go have a nice breakfast with dad and Tom and we’ll talk about this at home.” My voice had a tone of finality to it that my mother didn’t like, but she also didn’t want to be the star of the town’s gossip mill. 

���Fine. We will be discussing this at home.” With that, she stormed off to a booth at the other end of the diner, my dad trailing after her as always. Tom mouthed ‘sorry’ to me before heading after them.

“Well that was embarrassing,” I mumbled.

“Sorry, Iz. I tried to warn you,” Fred said.

“It’s all good. I appreciate the attempt.” I turned to look at FP. “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” he mumbled. 

I touched his arm gently. “Ignore her, FP. She doesn't dictate my life and she doesn’t have the right to judge yours.”

To my surprise, Mary jumped in supportively. “Isabelle’s right. No one gets to judge your choices. And certainly no one gets to make our choices for us.”

FP looked up at her in surprise. “Thanks, Mary.”

She nodded sternly and looked at Fred expectantly. 

“What? He knows I think that was a load of horseshit. Besides, Mrs. Keller always hated FP. Now she feels like she’s found a valid excuse. Like I said, horseshit.”

I chuckled softly and FP smiled. “You’ve always had a way with words, Fred,” he said.

“I know. I’m eloquent as hell.”

We all laughed and I leaned into FP. He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. A part of me hoped my mom was watching. I knew this would really ruffle her feathers. 

We continued to chit chat for a while before we decided to head out. Fred wanted to get some work done and Mary had homework to do for her summer class.

We said our goodbyes and headed out. I noticed that my family was still eating, so I figured we had some time to kill before I needed to deal with that. 

“FP? Wanna go for a walk?”

He smiled. “I’d love to.”

He took my hand and we headed toward the park. It was a beautiful day and the feeling of the sun hitting my face was wonderful. 

“Can I ask you something?”

I smiled up at him. “Of course.”

“What is this? I mean, what do you want this to be?”

I stopped and looked at him. “I don’t want to lose you again. So for me? This is it. This is forever. I love you, FP. I always will.”

He smiled at me. “Forever,” he said softly. “I like the sound of that.”

I smiled and slipped my hand back into his and we resumed our walk. 

“Your mom is gonna flip out.”

“Yeah, but it really doesn’t matter. I’m more than old enough to make my own choices.”

“I don’t wanna come between you, though.”

“If me being with you upsets her that much then the only person coming between us is her.”

He nodded. “Maybe she’ll understand.”

I chuckled mirthlessly. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, babe. You know how she can be.”

When I say my mother hates FP, I really mean it. She always thought he was beneath me. It never made sense. FP always treated me well, respected me, and was incredibly loyal. All admirable traits. In her mind, he was Southside trash and nothing would ever change that.

When FP and I broke up, my mom practically threw a party. Honestly, that hurt just as much as FP’s goodbye.

“So the future...” FP started, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Yes?”

“What do you want?”

I thought about it for a moment. “Well, I’d like to get a job at Southside High, settle back in to town, get married, and I’d like to have a family.”

FP froze. “Did you say Southside High?”

“Yes I did.”

“Why the hell would you wanna work there?”

“Those are the kids that actually need my help. I can improve their education and hopefully their lives. Southside kids don’t get the same opportunities as Northsiders. I’m hoping I can change that. At least for some of them.”

He pulled me in close and kissed the top of my head. “They would be lucky to have you, Izzy. You’ve always made me want to be a better man. I have no doubt you can inspire kids to do the same.”

“Thanks, FP. Your support means so much to me. You’re actually the only one I’ve told.”

“Really? I’m flattered.”

I laughed. “Well you’re the least judgmental person I know. Plus, you’re a Southsider yourself, so if anyone gets it, it’s gonna be you.”

“You’re gonna be an amazing teacher, Isabelle. And an even more amazing mother.”

I froze. “So you heard that part.”

He laughed. “Yes, I did. Don’t worry. I want a family too. As long as it’s with you.”

I smiled at the sweetness of his words. I absolutely adored this man. Arguably more than I should, but that’s simply how it’s always been. And I knew he felt the same way.

“We should probably head back so I can get you home before your mom puts a bounty on my head.”

I sighed. “Dear God, don’t say that around her. We don’t need her getting any ideas.”

We headed back to Pop’s and I noticed the family car was gone. FP and I climbed into his truck and he drove me home. When we pulled into the drive, I sat in silence for a few moments.

“You okay, Iz?”

“Yeah. Just collecting my thoughts before I go in there.”

“I’d come with you if I didn’t think I’d make it worse.”

I smiled at him. “Don’t worry about me. I do appreciate the support though.” I opened the truck door and climbed out. “I’ll call you when I’m done.”

He nodded, worry lining his handsome face. “I love you,” I said softly.

He gave me a small smile. “I love you too, Isabelle. Good luck.”

And with that, I closed the door and he pulled away. I walked to my front door and took a deep breath before walking inside. It was a good thing I did because I was sorely unprepared for what awaited me inside.

My entrance to the house did not go unnoticed. My mother was practically waiting by the door for my arrival. 

“I expected you to be home before us,” she said, annoyance obvious in her tone.

“I went for a walk with FP,” I responded. 

Her eyes widened. “Alone? He’s a gang-banger, Isabelle! You don’t know what he’s capable of!”

I desperately tried to suppress my anger. “He’s the same man I’ve always know, mom. The only difference is now he’s a Serpent.”

Her face flushed with anger. “How could you be so ignorant, Isabelle?” She turned to my father. “Help me out here, Harold.”

“Your mother is right, Isabelle. Serpents are dangerous. Never turn your back on a snake...that’s how you get bitten.”

I glared at both of my parents. “No offense, but neither of you have any idea what you’re talking about. You’ve never left Riverdale. You’ve never seen real danger. I have. In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve lived in New York City for the past four years. I’ve seen what gangs are capable of--the drugs, murder, violence--all of it. So I can say with absolute certainty that the Serpents are not that kind of gang.”

My mother rolled her eyes. “Just because you’ve lived in a big city doesn’t mean you know better than us. We’re older and wiser. We know what’s best for you.”

I stared at her in shock. “Being older doesn’t make you wiser.”

“How dare you speak to me like that!” Just then, my brother appeared. “Tom, tell your sister she shouldn’t hang out with that Serpent boy!”

Tom looked at me, his face pale. I silently begged him to take my side. He turned his attention back to our mother. “I’m sorry, mom, but I can’t do that.”

My mother looked shocked. “Excuse me?”

“I can’t tell Isabelle not to see FP.”

“Why the hell not? You’re a Sheriff’s Deputy! You know better than most what those hoodlums are like.”

Tom nodded. “You’re right, I do know better than most. Which is why I can say with absolute certainty that FP poses no danger to Isabelle. All he’s ever done is love her. The last four years haven’t changed that.”

Now it was my turn to be shocked. My brother’s words warmed my heart and I smiled at him. He shot a small smile my way before our mother flipped out.

“I can’t believe you condone this!”

“Mom, come on. Isabelle is more than capable of making her own decisions.”

“No, she’s clearly not! Certainly not while she’s living under my roof. I’m her mother and I know what’s best for her.”

Tom started to defend me, but I cut him off. “You may be my mother, but you clearly don’t know what’s best for me. I’ve loved FP for the better part of six years. I’ve never met anyone who even comes close to comparing to him. He is what’s best for me, Serpent or not.” I turned and walked towards the stairs. 

“Where are you going, young lady? We’re not finished yet.”

I stopped and looked at my mother. “Yes, mom, we are. I’m going to gather my things and then I’ll be out of your hair.” I ran up the stairs, ignoring the shouts of my name from below.

Once in my room, I quickly started packing up my things. I was almost finished when someone knocked on my door.

“Hey, Iz. It’s me.”

I opened the door and Tom came in. He didn’t say a word, just wrapped me in a hug. I leaned into him and hugged him back. “I’m sorry, Izzy,” he said softly.  

I pulled away and looked up at him. “Don’t be, Tommy. I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will, but still. It wasn’t right for mom to act like that.”

I shrugged. “It’s mom. I’ve come to expect it. But thanks for sticking up for me.”

He smiled. “I meant what I said. FP is a good man. As much as I don’t want my baby sister to get involved with the Serpents, I can’t deny that he makes you happy. And you deserve that.”

I returned his smile. “Thanks, Tommy. No one could ask for a better brother.”

“Give it some time. I’m sure I’ll do something to piss you off.”

We both laughed. He watched me throw the last couple items into my bag and zip it shut.

“Where will you go?”

“FP lives alone now, so I guess I’ll go there.”

Tom nodded and pulled me into another hug. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t,” I promised him.

We separated and he grabbed my bag before heading down the stairs. I followed after him and prayed my parents wouldn’t see me leave. My prayers were answered and I made it to my car without any altercations. My brother put my bag in the trunk and gave me one last hug. 

“Call me if you need anything,” he said. “I’ll try and work on mom too.”

“Good luck with that one,” I said sarcastically. “I’ll see you later, Tommy.”

I hopped in the car and pulled away, returning my brother’s wave. I headed towards Sunnyside Trailer Park and sighed loudly. My heart felt heavy and light all at the same time. Being rejected like that by my own mother hurt like hell. There was no denying it. I’d also hoped FP and I would move in together under better circumstances. 

I was a little worried he wouldn’t want to, but I pushed the thought out of my mind. We’d just talked this morning about how this was forever...so I had to hope he would be okay with this. 

I pulled into Sunnyside and parked beside FP’s trailer. I left my bag in the trunk and went to the front door. FP opened it almost instantly. “I thought you were gonna call,” he said. “What happened?”

I told him about my conversation with my mother and his frown deepened the more I talked. “So I gathered my things and left,” I concluded.

He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Izzy.”

“I’m okay with it, honestly,” I lied.

He knew me well enough to know that wasn’t true, but he let it go. “So...” he began. “Does that mean you’re moving in here?”

I bit my lip. “Only if you’re okay with it.”

He grinned ear to ear. “Of course I’m okay with it, babe.”

I relaxed and grinned back at him. “I was hoping you would say that.”

He went out to my car and grabbed my bag. We spent the afternoon rearranging and cleaning the trailer so it suited both of us.

**********

A few hours later, the two of us collapsed on the couch. 

“For such a small place, it really takes a long time to clean,” I grumbled.

FP laughed. “That may be because it’s never been cleaned by Isabelle Keller before.”

I laughed with him. “I am a little bit of an over-zealous cleaner.”

“A little?” he teased. 

I smacked his arm. “Shut up.”

He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, you know...we should probably go grocery shopping. I think you only have beer, cheese, and a jar of pickles left in the fridge.”

He grimmaced. “Sorry, I’m not used to having company.”

“Well as far as I know, you’re a human too, which means you’ve gotta eat. So let’s go, handsome. Time to get shopping.”

He groaned. “Do we have to? You know I hate grocery shopping.”

I glared at him and put my hands on my hips.

“Got it. Not optional,” he said quickly as he got to his feet.

I let a small smile light up my face. I watched him start to put on his jacket, but then he hesitated.

“What’s wrong, FP?”

“I probably shouldn’t wear this. Especially when I’m with you. I don’t want anyone to be rude.”

I shook my head. “That jacket is part of your identity. You’re allowed to wear it anywhere you want. And I’m happy to be seen with you. Don’t let other people determine who you are.”

He stared at me quietly for a moment. “You’ve got a gift, Isabelle Keller. You have this way of making people feel good about themselves without even trying.” He shrugged his jacket on the rest of the way and stood tall.

“Maybe it’s just because I care.” I smiled. “Now come on. Those groceries aren’t gonna buy themselves.”

**********

The next few weeks passed by without any further issues. I put in an application at Southside High and was asked to come in for an interview. It seemed to be just a formality as they were in pretty dire need of teachers and I actually wanted to work there. The principal hired me on the spot and I would teach my first class that coming fall. 

FP spent a lot of his time during the day at the Wyrm, I assumed doing whatever Serpent business he actually did.

I’d been thinking a lot lately about joining them. I felt like I was missing out on a huge part of FP’s life. I decided that I at least wanted to know more...learn what they were about. 

So when FP came home that evening, I sprung it on him. “I wanna go to a Serpent meeting.”

His eyes widened. “Why would you wanna do that?”

“It’s pretty simple, FP. I wanna know more. I wanna know what this is all about.”

FP thought about it for a moment. “Alright. We have a meeting tomorrow night. Lemme just ask Tall Boy if he thinks it would be appropriate.”

I nodded. “That’s fair.” 

Tall Boy wasn’t much older than FP, but he’d been a serpent pretty much his whole life. He’d know if the King would allow an outsider to be there. 

Lucky for me, Tall Boy thought it would be fine for FP to bring me along to the meeting. I was beyond nervous as I climbed on the back of FP’s bike the following night. 

“Babe, you okay?”

“Mhmm,” I hummed, voice a little higher pitched than normal.

FP chuckled. “Sweetheart, your hands are shaking.” 

I sighed. “I’m just a little nervous,” I admitted.

“Don’t worry. They’ll love you.”

I nodded and laid my head against his back as he started the bike. He sped off a few seconds later, taking the fastest route to the Wyrm. 

He helped me off the bike and led me to the front door. When we walked in, FP received several ‘hellos’, but everyone’s eyes landed on me. It was clear they were wondering what the hell I was doing there. 

“People are staring,” I whispered.

“It’s because you’re so beautiful,” he whispered back. 

I laughed. “I don’t think that’s it.”

Tall Boy waved at the two of us from across the room and my body relaxed a little. At least I knew one other person. 

I went over to the bar and leaned against it, FP right behind me. “Hey Tall Boy. It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Isabelle. FP.” 

“Hey, man.” They clapped hands before FP spoke again. “Did I tell you Izzy was a bartender?”

Tall Boy looked surprised. “No shit, really?”

I nodded. “It’s true.”

“Hmm,” he hummed appreciatively. “I think you’ll fit in just fine here.”

Suddenly, the room fell silent as a large, imposing man entered. I made the assumption that he was important and that was confirmed when FP leaned over to whisper, “That’s the King.”

I watched him with interest as he moved throughout the bar, greeting every person he passed by name. He was clearly charismatic and I was very intrigued by him. 

The King made his way towards the three of us and he smiled in my direction, despite not knowing me. When he reached us, he reached out a hand to me. “You must be Isabelle.” 

I was surprised he knew who I was and that was clearly evidenced by the look on my face. He picked up on my expression and smiled. “FP speaks very highly of you.”

I looked over at him and he smiled encouragingly. “He’s very sweet. Thank you for allowing me to be here.”

He smiled. “I hear you’re going to be teaching at Southside High in August.”

I nodded. “I’m excited to get started.” 

He nodded appreciatively. “I think the kids will be lucky to have you, Miss Keller, as are we.” He kissed my hand before making his way to the front of the room, taking everyone’s attention with him. 

“He’s quite lovely,” I whispered to FP. 

FP smiled. “Yeah, he’s a good man.”

I listened to the King as he spoke to the room. He was very inspiring, even to an outsider like me, so I could imagine just how much his words meant to the people in this room. 

By the time the meeting was over, I was really interested in joining the Serpents officially. When I said as much to FP, he took me upstairs to the King’s office, where we discussed my decision further. 

Two hours later, I was a full-fledged member of the Southside Serpents, with all that came along with that. 

**********

A few days later, I was sporting my very own Southside Serpents jacket. I knew there were going to be a lot of people in my life with a lot of questions and opinions, but if I was truly honest with myself, I really only cared about the opinions of three people. One of them was FP, so I knew I was safe there; the other two were Fred and Tom...Fred would get over it, but Tom? I couldn’t be sure. 

He was the law and his little sister had just joined a gang...it couldn’t be a good for him. I knew he wanted to be Sheriff some day and I hoped this wouldn’t have a negative impact on his future career. 

My parents, especially my mother, were like to hate me, perhaps never even speak to me again. While it hurt like hell to think about, I knew that I had made the right decision for me and my future.

I finally felt like I was fully a part of FP’s life--like I understood him completely. It was obvious to me that the King respected and liked FP very much and I got the feeling that he felt the same about me, which I was grateful for. 

“So when you gonna tell your family?” FP asked me softly at dinner one night. 

I looked up at him, discomfort evident on my face. “Soon, baby. It’s just hard.”

He nodded. “Are you gonna tell them about us?”

“They already know about us, FP. At least Tom does, and his is the only opinion that matters.”

“I mean, he saw us together--but does he know?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Why are you being coy?”

He groaned. “Does he know that we’re in this for the long-haul? Like marriage and kids and all that?”

I laughed lightly. “’Marriage and kids and all that?’ He will soon enough, I can guarantee that much.” 

FP nodded and went back to eating his dinner, seemingly content with my response. 

Two days later, we were standing outside my parents’ house. 

“Are you sure you want me to be here?” FP asked quietly. 

“I can’t do this without you,” I whispered, slipping my hand into his.

“Okay, then.” He knocked on the door and gave my hand a tight squeeze, making sure I knew he was there.

Tom answered the door and I silently thanked God it was him. “Hey Izzy, FP. What’s going on?”

“Are mom and dad here?”

He nodded, looking wary. 

“Can we come in?” I prompted.

“Sure. You gonna tell me what’s going on?” He turned to let us enter and I heard his soft gasp as he got a look at our backs--and the Southside Serpents emblem emblazoned on both of our jackets. 

My parents were in the living room and they looked up when we entered. “What are you two doing here?” my mother asked coldly. 

“We were hoping to talk to you,” I answered softly, my voice more timid than I’d like it to be.

“We? So it’s ‘we’ now?” 

I nodded. “We.”

Before my mother could say another word, Tom cleared his throat. “I’d like to say something before you continue.”

All eyes turned to him. 

“Isabelle, no matter what you say or do, I’m always going to love you. You’re my sister and nothing will ever change that,” he paused. “That being said, it’s going to take me some time to be okay with this.”

I knew without having to ask for clarification what the ‘this’ was. My mother, however, was confused. 

“I’m certainly not okay with this,” she hissed. “My daughter dating a Southside gangster? Absolutely not.”

“That’s not what I was referring to, mother,” Tom said sternly. “FP and I have had our differences, but no one could ever love Isabelle like he does.”

Unshed tears burned in my eyes as my gaze met my brother’s. He looked sad, but I knew he loved me no matter what. I took a tentative step forward and he wrapped me in a tight hug. “I don’t like it--but I’ll find a way to get over it,” he whispered to me.

“Thank you,” I whispered back before we separated. 

My mother looked at the three of us in confusion and annoyance. 

I took a deep breath as I prepared to tell her the truth. I found my throat was too dry to speak and I’d simply lost the ability to form coherent sentences. Instead, I simply turned around, my back now facing my parents. 

I heard the sharp gasp, followed by an angry shout. I winced slightly and FP stepped forward protectively. 

“You joined them?” my mother shrieked. “You’re one of them?”

I turned back around to face her. “Yes.”

“Why?” she screamed.

“Because I love him,” I answered simply. 

That was clearly the absolute worst response I could've had, as evidenced by my mother’s screaming rant. A rant I couldn’t even understand because it so high-pitched and convoluted. 

After a couple minutes of this, FP stepped forward and said loudly, “Stop!”

My mother fell silent, if only out of shock.

“Thank you,” he said much more softly. “I know you don’t understand what’s happening and you don’t want your daughter to be a part of my world, but she made the choice herself. I would never force her to do something she didn’t want to do. As much as she loves me, I love her. I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with her.”

His words warmed my heart and I looked up at him with a small smile. His gaze flickered over to me and I saw the raw emotion in his eyes. If there had ever been any doubts about how he felt about me, they would have melted away with that single glance.

Both of my parents were completely dumbfounded by his words, neither of them speaking up as FP finished his thought. “I’m not asking you to accept me, but I do hope that you can come to respect your daughter. She loves you both very much and I’m sure you feel the same way.”

I stepped closer to him and grabbed his hand. I could see my mother was gearing up for another verbal assault, so I opted to head it off before she could start. “Goodbye, mom; dad. You know where to find me should you want to talk.”

I gave Tom one last look and he offered me a small smile in return. I faced the front door and FP and I left without looking back. 

Fred was so much more laidback about the whole thing than my parents were. I was beyond grateful for his love and his acceptance of me, no matter what. In his words, “what are friends for?”

Life continued on in much the same way for some time. I woke up every day next to the love of my life and fell asleep beside him every night. We laughed together, worked together, and did everything we could to really know one another again. 

When we weren’t at home, we were at the Wyrm. FP would handle Serpent business, while I would deal with the kids that I taught at school. It helped them to have a role model both at school and outside of it.

Everything was great. Tom was coming around to the idea of me being a Serpent, Fred came around as often as humanly possible, and FP and I were madly in love and doing very well. None of us had any idea what our future held, nor the darkness that would be a part of it.

**Stay Tuned for Part Three**

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main thoughts: I think my favorite thing about this chapter was how right from the start River has such a strong presence in an almost effortless sort of way. It's a playful confidence that doesn't read as cocky or unfriendly. I, too, would be a flustered, blushing mess just like Frankie if River ever approached me like that.

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The only one of his group of brothers that didn’t know about his sexuality was Tom.

Tom hating? This is a safe space already, I see.

He doesn’t blame Jackson for leaving anymore. AND He never blamed Santi for it.

I like the little nods to Frankie's shifting mindset. Not holding onto things like he used to or at least being in a space where he can see that sometimes fucked up things just happen without a singular, neat point of blame.

He stuck out like a sore thumb when he entered

Standard Heating Oil hat stays on during 😤

Everyone on the dancefloor was slowly swaying back and forth and, once in a while, would move their arms in ethereal shapes. 

I'm imagining a Wacky Waving Inflatable Tube Man in slow motion

“Oh! Maybe–” They cut themselves off and started making a bunch of symbols and shapes with their fingers and hands.

I love how River just went into "r u Helen Keller" mode 💀

Frankie blushed like mad, eyes widening slightly. No one had ever kissed his hand before. He kept his eyes downcast, his hand still securely in River’s grasp.

damn River got me over here kicking my feet and giggling

into the beat of the night (ch 1) "transmission"

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pairing: frankie morales/nb!oc (they/them) rating: T (for now) chapter warnings: discussions of sexuality/gender (frankie doesn't understand some things and may use language that would be harmful, but it's not intentional), limited knowledge of the military, goth stereotypes abound, mentions of drug addiction/recovery, swearing, cute shit word count: 2.7k dividers by @saradika

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series summary: frankie morales thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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In 1994, the U.S. adopted “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” as the official federal policy on military service by lesbian, gay and bisexual individuals. It was officially repealed in 2011. Seventeen years. For seventeen years, LGBTQ folks, Frankie included, had to hide. At least, he felt he needed to.

He knew he was bisexual when he and his childhood best friend Mateo were in their sophomore year of high school. Frankie and all the other boys started to hit puberty the year before and things were changing: facial hair was slowly growing, voices were dropping.  Mateo started to develop a little faster than Frankie did. Frankie really liked how Mateo was developing. It was a little weird, because they’d been best friends since they were still wearing underoos, but Frankie started to feel things whenever he hung out with Mateo. Things he normally only felt whenever Alana in third period flipped her hair over her shoulder, or whenever Charlotte in fifth period stretched before she started writing and her sweater pulled over her chest a little too much.

Frankie didn’t know what to do with this information or these feelings. He didn’t have a word for any of it, so he just never said anything. He had a couple girlfriends throughout high school, and to anyone who cared to think on it, would see that Frankie was like any other straight, high school boy.

In 1994, Francisco Morales joined the military. He was nineteen. It was never his plan growing up to join, but his dad always wanted him to. When he didn’t have his own plan after high school, he figured it was a safe bet since he had family in the service. While there, he worked his way up in the ranks and eventually met his brothers: Santiago, Benny, Will, and Tom. They would die for each other, had signed up to do so, in fact. He’d grown closest to Santiago, and it was the first time since he was 15 that he got those feelings again. He pushed them to the side, though, because that’s when she came into his life. He didn’t need those feelings getting in the way.

Frankie’s bisexuality really only came into his life a couple of times. His first girlfriend in the military, Layla, was also bisexual and that’s when he learned what the word was and that it also applied to him. She only ever told him since Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was in full swing. Of course he kept her secret, because she also kept his.

The only one of his group of brothers that didn’t know about his sexuality was Tom. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell him, and the others agreed it was best to keep it quiet. Santiago was the first one to know, then Will, and finally Benny. Ben was Ben about it when he found out. He immediately hugged Frankie and excitedly suggested they go to a gay bar instead of their usual hang out. It made Frankie laugh and Will smacked Ben on the back of the head. (They did end up going to a couple of gay bars from time to time. Frankie only went home with a guy once and the guys gave him a lot of shit for it, asking for details. Santiago gave him a smile and patted him on the back and said, “I’m glad you’re finally here, hermano.”)

Frankie had one man he’d consider a “boyfriend” in his life. After he left the military and after DADT was repealed, he went on a bit of a binge. He started hooking up with people more often, despite his introverted nature. He was always careful, safe, and eventually kept to one man for a couple years, before an especially messy breakup.  They were both pilots in the military, but were based in different states; Frankie in Florida, and Jackson in Kentucky. They bonded quickly after meeting at a nightclub in Nashville. Neither one of them remembers why they were there, but they made it a point to see each other frequently, each of them taking turns flying out to see the other.

The breakup happened after Jackson found Frankie’s stash for the last time. The military affected everyone differently. For Frankie, his coke addiction is what got him through the sleepless nights. Jackson had found Frankie one too many times leaned over the back of a toilet and snorting god knows what. Jackson had his own problems with drugs and felt that Frankie ignored them in search of his next fix. Addiction had completely taken over Frankie’s life for the better part of five years. Frankie hated Jackson for leaving him when he most needed him, and lashed out, accusing Jackson of only ever wanting to fuck. That broke Jackson, as he thought about how deeply he loved Frankie. Gay marriage was legalized a year later, and had things panned out differently, they might still be together. He doesn’t blame Jackson for leaving anymore.

Frankie’s daughter, Marisol, changed everything. She was the love of his life, and he would do anything for her. After going back to his days of sleeping around after Jackson left, he met Maya. He kept telling her that he would get clean and go to therapy while she was pregnant, but not until he held his little Marisol in his arms for the first time did he commit to both. He and Maya never planned on being together officially, and decided co-parenting would be their best option. 

He’d been clean and sober for two years by the time Santi told him about the Colombia job. He hadn’t flown, or been allowed to in that time, and was pretty content to never do so again. Every time he got in the pilot’s seat, it would take him to terrible places. But Santi was his best friend, so he took the job. He relapsed when he got home, after Tom. He never blamed Santi for it. He gave Frankie a choice, and where he could’ve said no, he didn’t.

Which brings him to where he is now, two years after Colombia. He’d crossed the street and stood in line for the entrance. He hadn’t been to this nightclub in a while. He looked up at the sign for the club, and raised an eyebrow. The Night Owl. That… isn’t what it was called last time. Was it sold? Apparently, it had recently undergone a rebranding, with new owners, and a slightly… different clientele. 

The best way he could describe it now was that it was a goth club. Frankie had never personally been to this sort of club, not really being a fan of the music or subculture, but never had a negative opinion either. He stuck out like a sore thumb when he entered, the bouncer giving him a once over and chuckling, but letting him in anyway. 

He made his way over to the bar and had a seat, taking in his surroundings and started people watching. He planned on going out tonight, and possibly go home with someone. A club is a club, so he decided to stick around and see what all the fuss was about. 

The walls shook with the heavy bass and beats of the music. It wasn’t like anything he’d heard before. His nostrils filled with the scent of clove cigarettes and hairspray. Everywhere he looked, someone completely decked out in teased hair and black clothing caught his attention. He smiled softly at all the variations in people’s style, wondering how long it took for all of them to get ready in the morning.

The bartender, a large man with heavy eye makeup and a lot of chains and spikes, came up to him and smirked. He felt a presence behind him and when Frankie finally faced forward again, he startled a little, not expecting such an imposing figure to be giving him a staredown.

“What’ll you be havin’, stripes?”

“Stripes?”

The bartender, who had a patch sewed onto his denim vest that read “Viper”, rolled his eyes and gestured vaguely to Frankie’s whole self. “You mean to tell me you’re not military?”

Frankie blinked a couple times and huffed a laugh. “Ex-military, yeah. Is that… okay?”

Viper gave him a long look, eyes slightly narrowed, and pointed to one of the many tattoos on his arm, up high on his shoulder. It was an old one, a little faded, but Frankie recognized it as the stripes given to Sergeant Majors.  “I left after this. Got injured,” he said.

“Sorry to hear that.”

Viper shrugged and reached under the bar, cleaning a glass. “I’m not. So what’re you havin’?”

Frankie thought about it for a second. “I’ll probably regret this, but surprise me.”

An amused look crossed Viper’s features, but he nodded and started mixing a drink for him. Frankie noticed all the ingredients used; lager beer, hard cider, and some kind of syrup. He raised a brow and picked up the glass as Viper slid it across the bar for him. Frankie gave him a look as if to say, ‘Is this safe?’ despite having just watched Viper make it. The bartender chuckled and just gestured for him to give it a try.

Frankie took a deep breath and gulped down a drink. A little foam was stuck to his mustache when he lowered the glass from his face. “Not bad. What is it?” Frankie asked.

“Snakebite. Kind of a staple around here,” Viper hummed, cleaning a different glass.

Frankie chuckled at the name. Of course that’s what it was called. 

Viper was pulled away when a pretty girl with big, teased hair and dark makeup came up to the bar. Frankie took the opportunity to look around the place again.

The music was best described as “dark” and “broody”, unsurprisingly, with slow tempos and even lower vocals. Everyone on the dancefloor was slowly swaying back and forth and, once in a while, would move their arms in ethereal shapes. 

Frankie remembered seeing one of the younger teachers at Marisol’s daycare wearing a t-shirt with a band logo that looked like a bundle of sticks. He tried figuring out what it said once, but was too afraid to ask, so he still doesn’t know. He doesn’t think she’d be at this kind of club.

“You’re new. Bit like a zoo your first time here, I bet.”

Frankie startled, putting his hand over his heart and turned to look at who was talking. Someone had sat next to him and was grinning, taking a sip from their own drink; something dark red and a little cloudy. He blinked a couple times and took in their features; big green eyes rimmed with dark lines, two different nose piercings, and black lipstick. Their hair was long and straight, dark, and with the right side in front of their ear shaved completely. He couldn’t quite figure out if who he was talking to was male or female, the androgyny of their look very clear.

“Uhh, hello?” They waved their hand, full of rings and black nail polish, in front of his face and chuckled quietly. “Oh! Maybe–” They cut themselves off and started making a bunch of symbols and shapes with their fingers and hands.

Frankie blinked and started laughing softly. “I’m not deaf! Sorry,” he grinned. “You just startled me, that's all.”

“Oh!” The stranger laughed, too, putting a hand on his right knee in a friendly gesture. He looked down at the hand and smiled, his heart skipping a beat. Even if he didn’t know very much about them, he couldn’t deny it; they were very pretty.

He removed his cap and ran his fingers through the unruly curls for a second before putting the hat back on. “Sorry,” he repeated, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, it’s my first time here. I didn’t realize the club had changed owners.”

“It did?” They asked, tilting their head to the left slightly. 

“Yeah, it was a– Uh, last time I was here, it was a… different kind of club,” Frankie mumbled. 

The stranger’s eyes twinkled mischievously, the smirk still present on their lips. “What kind of club? Are you secretly into some really heavy BDSM type stuff?” They wiggled their eyebrows.

Frankie had started taking a drink of his Snakebite again and nearly choked on it at the stranger’s teasing. He coughed a couple times, a wide grin on his face. “No! Nothing like that,” he chuckled.

The stranger snapped their ring-clad fingers like they were hoping he’d say otherwise and slumped their shoulders in disappointment. “Damn…”

Frankie’s cheeks warmed at the insinuation, but laughed, convinced they were just joking with him. He cleared his throat and continued, “Y-Yeah, uh, I wasn’t expecting this kind of… group, when I came by. Although, the name of the place probably should’ve warned me.”

“What kind of group?” The stranger grinned, watching his handsome features change from thoughtful to concerned.

Frankie panicked, worried he’d somehow offended them, and cleared his throat again. “N-Not that there’s anything wrong with– Um! I don’t, actually… know,” he tapered off, looking down as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

The stranger snorted and waved him off. “I’m fucking with you,” they laughed. “I know what you mean. When I heard a new club opened up closer to my apartment, I got pretty excited. No more hour-long drives to the nearest one, y’know?”

Frankie nodded, their low, smooth voice captivating him the longer they spoke.

“Oh! Meant to say this before, but my name’s River,” they smiled and held their hand out to him to shake.

“Frankie,” he answered, holding his own hand out to return the gesture. But River beat him to it, and gripped his long, thick fingers in their own hand and kissed the back of his softly.

Frankie blushed like mad, eyes widening slightly. No one had ever kissed his hand before. He kept his eyes downcast, his hand still securely in River’s grasp.

River tilted their head, brows furrowed in concern before letting go of his hand. “Sorry, was that–?”

“No! N-No, um…” Frankie smiled shyly, tugging at a loose curl behind his ear. “It was fine– Nice, actually.”

River grinned as if they had clocked him immediately. “Well, Frankie, it was very nice meeting you. Will I see you here again?” They asked, looking him up and down.

Frankie found himself nodding before he could say or do anything else. “Y-Yeah, absolutely. Um, how–?”

“My song just came on, and I simply must dance to it. Later,” River winked, stood, and leaned over to kiss Frankie’s cheek as they slipped something into the front pocket of his flannel shirt.

River was gone before Frankie could ask anything else, his eyes following after them as they reached the dancefloor. He watched them dance for a few minutes before he was brought out of it by someone clearing their throat behind him. He spun around and saw Viper, the bartender, leaning toward him and giving him a look.

“You gonna pay for these drinks?” He grumbled, motioning toward Frankie’s Snakebite and whatever River was drinking.

He followed Viper’s tattooed finger and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, pulling his wallet out and putting a couple bills on the bar. Viper nodded in thanks and Frankie took that as his cue to leave.

As he stood, he looked toward the dancefloor again in the hopes of seeing River one last time. When he didn’t, he tried to shake himself off and made his way toward the entrance. The bouncer gave him a look and Frankie just shrugged as he exited the club. The cool night air hit his still-warm cheeks, making him feel like he came back to reality. 

“Oh, right,” he mumbled to himself and reached into his front pocket and pulled out a little scrap of paper. A phone number with two cute little devil horns drawn on either side and a little, ‘text me?’ written down beneath it.

Frankie smiled to himself and rubbed the ink on the paper with his thumb.

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Living Dead

Summary: Jason was kept alive for leverage (written pre 3x20)

None of the kids scream, they simply tuck themselves closer, nervously hovering as Betty calls Cheryl. “We have to-“ Veronica starts; Fred interrupts them, pulling the USB key out, quiet, nervous about something he refuses to tell them. He’s insisting he’ll bring it to Sheriff Keller. They don’t let him leave alone; they don’t leave Cheryl alone either, picking her up on the way to Tom’s house. They hover, insisting they didn’t realize what was on it before they watched. Cheryl’s almost silence is deafening. Nobody is sure what’s worse the quiet rage that seeps from her clenched fists, or how small, how alone she sounds when she asks what’s going to happen next.

It’s Alice who brings up the footage being edited. She’d been called, along with FP, by Fred, Sheriff Keller speeding through an explanation and viewing of the clip, on mute of course. He’s thankful the footage had no sound. “Edited? The time stamps aren’t warped or skipped at all.” Tom looks up from where he sits behind his desk.

“I don’t mean parts have been cut out, I mean the angles, look.” She pulls the video up, pointing out how the angles change. How Jason’s face is only shown in flashes, the image resolution cutting in and out. She raises an eyebrow and Tom looks unimpressed. “So the security camera’s aren’t CCTV quality, that’s not surprising, it’s a basement of a gang den. No offense.” He nods to FP who chuckles. “Except those camera’s can move, we installed the 360 security, for our benefit, to be able to provide us with alibis if we needed, they deliberately didn’t switch the angles, they made a point of not showing his face after he was shot.” “I figured you’d be happy about that, not scaring the kids for life, since they found it.” Fred speaks up and everyone nods in agreement but FP leans over. “What if that wasn’t Jason getting shot.” Tom shakes his head. He grinds his teeth before sighing.

“Listen, we don’t involve the kids, look.” He clicks through pulling up what he knows the kids had assumed to be nothing, that or they were too shocked to delve deeper. It’s Mustang again, as he’s taunting Jason, something looks different, the footage grainier, his face warped. The angle switches and a boy that’s very clearly not Jason Blossom looks into Mustang’s eyes with terror in his. “You want to tell me, that the body you helped dump in the river, that we pulled out and brought to an autopsy, is not Jason Blossom? You have anyone that can vouch for that?” He watches as FP smirks. “Mustang of course. You ever been to the house of the dead?” He laughs when Tom shakes his head. Of course the kids somehow worm their way into it. Betty, Jughead and Archie will not be swayed from accompanying them. FP is secretly relieved he never liked visiting alone. Tom, Fred and Alice makes Betty and Archie wait in his car, a stern “Jughead knows how to use a knife properly” keeps both of them quiet in understanding. FP leads as Alice and Fred follow in.

“Mustang! I know you’re here. Malachai, pleasure.” He shouts into the house as the shoves the door open. Malachai nods sweeping his hands over the couches. “Oh you brought-“ He doesn’t finish his though, Alice kicking out as hard as she can. Malachai doesn’t flinch, only chuckling before bending and straightening his knee. “I was wondering why your wore your steel toes.” He offers coffee, FP being the only one to take it. Mustang appears sulking from a spare room, sitting next to Malachai before he’s shoved from the chair. “No Mustang, liar’s don’t get to sit in chairs.” Mustang nods, FP starts to question him, letting Mustang fill him in on the final moments of Jason Blossom. Malachai interrupts when Mustang repeats himself twice over, they can tell he’s bored.

“And the best part? Clifford let us have two whole days with him! Two days! Do you know how much damage we could have done. How much we did do?” Malachai laughs slowly shaking his head. Mustang nods in agreement before he speaks. “That kid was a mess. We told him we’d let his girl go, didn’t even say we had her but he lost it, said he’d do whatever, go whatever, just don’t hurt her. Please don’t hurt her sir” He mocks Jason as he rolls his eyes. Malachai joining in his laughter. “We just pulled some random kid, redhead, told him if he gave anyone lip we’d blow is brains out. Clifford was too angry to look close; to bother with recognition once he had the ring back. It was too easy to pay everyone else off. Why a chunk of that drug cash we had burned out so fast.” Malachai snorts nodding to FP.

“We kept that flower boy, right here in the House of Death, he’s safe. Convinced we’re gonna shoot him, but safe enough. You give us the Southside, we give the Blossom’s back their boy, no trouble.” “You’re aware the only Blossom who want’s him back is Cheryl right?” Malachai rolls his eyes. “Not surprised, didn’t she burn their house down, psycho little bitch, she’d make a good Ghoulie you know.” He laughs when Alice and Fred glare daggers at him. “Yikes I get it, no more kids in gangs.” He nods to Jughead who glares back level as Malachai starts a fresh round of laughter. “You do realize this is going to cost you right?” FP smirks, stepping forward but Fred stops him, cutting in front to look down at Malachai. “You do realize how we got here right?” Malachai looks up, unimpressed with his supposed threat, until Tom flashes his lights and the siren from his car. “We’re not dumb enough to go into a gang house by ourselves. We’re not kids.” Tom walks in eyebrow raised.

“I was called in cause of a domestic dispute?” Tom looks from Malachai to the other parents. “Not much dispute.” He steps forward as Alice does, watching as she shoves Fred out of the way, fist clenched before she launches it straight at Malachai’s jaw. His head lulls to one side. “Alice you’re supposed to get him to fight not one punch him out cold. Christ.” Tom shakes his head and FP laughs under his breath.

“We can go now.” Fred appears holding up Jason who stumbles blinking sluggishly in the doorway. “Has he been drugged? Jason, hey kid. You alright?” “Sheriff Keller!” He struggles forward as Fred helps him walk. “I think they broke my leg.” Fred nods and Jughead swings around the other side of Jason hoisting him up. “Got him. Alice and I can get Malachai. Or the boys can, that works too.” FP amends as the rest of the police force enter through the doorway.

“Come on Jason, let’s get you to a hospital.” Fred reaches into his pocket pulling a phone out. “Never thought having this number would be useful, but here we are.” He laughs as he pulls the phone to his ear, helping Jason limp towards his car. “FP drive, Jason try to prop you leg up, there we go, Hello?” He turns his attention to the phone conversation. “You need to meet us at the hospital, yes, all of you. All of you Penelope, that includes the twins too.” Jason’s head picks up and he mouths twins confusion on his face, Fred hands up. “It’s a bit of a long story. Once we get you fixed up I’m sure it’ll be all you’re hearing about.” Jason laughs nodding. “Of course, it’s Riverdale after all.” Both Fred and FP join in his laughter. “You have no idea kid.”

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After Hours -- Sheriff Keller

Written By: @aliedelanie

Request: “A sheriff Keller smut please! You get into a fight because you are out when the black hood is out there and he needs to punish you😏” “More sheriff keller smut maybe”

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+). Cursing. Spanking. Fingering. Doggy style? Protected sex.

Pairing: Sheriff Tom Keller x Reader

Word Count: 1240

Listen To: Sweat by The All-American Rejects

A/N: This is the first, and probably only time, I’ll ever write about spanking. Just a heads up.

Every few minutes, I kept checking my clock to see the time. I knew that I was running late, and I also knew that there was nothing that I could do about it. Alice was making me stay late to get some work done for the news on the Black Hood. The article had to go out the next morning, yet I couldn’t think of a single thing to write. I had just about a paragraph before my writer’s block hit me hard.

To my left, my phone kept lighting up and buzzing with text notifications. Alice was texting to remind me to lock up before leaving, Kevin texted wondering if he could bring me food, and Tom was telling me to come home. With the Black Hood out and about, and me writing about him, Tom worried about me. We constantly got threats from the Black Hood, but he never went through with it like he did with the others. Yet, Tom continued on to give me a curfew and make me text him every time I went somewhere. Sometimes, it was annoying being the sheriff’s girlfriend, but I knew that he was just looking out for me.

I got through another sentence of the article before I saw Tom was calling me. I sighed as my fingers left my computer keyboard and went to my phone. I answered the call and put it on speaker so that I could continue working. “Yes, Tom?”

“Come home, now,” he growled.

“You know I can’t do that, babe, I have to work.”

“No, you don’t. That Alice Cooper doesn’t get to put your life out for the Black Hood to come get.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily, “Bye, Tom. I’ll see you in about an hour,” I said as I went to hang up the call.

Tom began, “Don’t you da—” I hung up before he could finish.

Despite what Tom was convinced of, I made it home safe, no Black Hood in sight. On the lower floor of the house, I could see that his office light was still on. I guess I should have known that Tom would stay up to make sure I got home safe. There was no doubt that he was mad at me for hanging up on him and ignoring the rest of his calls.

As I locked my car, I looked over at Tom’s sheriff's car as I walked past it. I suddenly froze in place. Marked in red paint, the side of his car read, “Sheriff Killer”. I hurried inside and went straight to his office. Tom was sitting in his desk chair, his cell phone in his hands. “You’re okay,” I sighed with relief. “Your car— I thought something—”

Tom looked up at me. “Don’t ever do that again.” I silenced myself when I realized how serious he was being. “You damn near gave me a heart attack, [y/n]. I need to know you and Kev are safe, and after what happened tonight, I needed all three of us home so that I could keep an eye on you two. [y/n], I can’t leave my son to go looking for you. Please, with the Black Hood still out there, I need you to come home when Alice and Hal close up. No more late nights.”

I nodded slightly as he stood and we walked towards each other. “I’m just glad that you’re okay,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms over his broad shoulders. I smashed my lips against his, kissing him with a purpose.

During our kiss, we stumbled backwards and he ended up back in his desk chair. “You have to learn your lesson for not listening to me,” he said, his eyes growing dark with lust. “Take your shirt off.” I did so. Tom licked his lips as he looked at my tits. “Bend over the desk.” Again, I did as he said without complaint as I laid my torso against the cold wood. I felt Tom grab the hem of my leggings before pulling them down slowly, his lips kissing my skin as it became exposed. I sighed in light pleasure, feeling myself grow wet. “Be a good girl and be quiet for me, we wouldn’t want to be interrupted.” I nodded, and then I felt Tom’s hand come down on my ass. My hands gripped the edge of the desk as I held back a moan. “How do you respond to me?”

“Sorry, daddy,” I apologized as he massaged where he spanked me. Then he spanked me again and again. Every time, I counted.

“One spank for every hour you were gone.” I was about to protest receiving fourteen spanks, but I quietly laid across the desk, my eyes closed. After every spank, Tom massaged the skin to soothe it a bit. When he was done, he said, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

He hummed, pleased with my response. I gasped when his fingers ran over my clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Does my baby girl liked to be spanked?”

“Yes, daddy.” My grip tightened around the table in shock when Tom moved my panties to the side and pushed three fingers into me. “Ah, fuck!” I moaned out.

“Quiet,” Tom hissed as he curled his fingers. Every time he pushed his fingers back into me, he’d curl them into my g-spot then pull them out. He did this over and over, feeling my walls clench around him in pleasure. I felt every movement he made, every harsh thrust. “Are you going to cum?”

“Yes, daddy.”

I whined as Tom pulled his fingers away from my core and ripped my panties off before giving my ass one last spank. I heard him dig into one of the desk drawers as he stood up. Then there was the sound of a condom wrapped opening and Tom unzipping his pants. “You were such a bad girl earlier. Bad girls don’t get to cum without me inside of them.”

I moaned, “Fuck, daddy,” as he thrust his large, erect cock inside of me. Tom held onto my hips as he fucked me fast and hard, pushing all of him into me. “You’re so big…”

“I told you to be quiet,” he said as he tried holding back a moan. “Gosh, baby girl, you feel so good around my cock. You’ve been dripping this whole time just for me. You liked being punished, I know you do.” He finally let out a moan, “I’m close, baby girl.”

I no longer cared if he asked me to be quiet, “Daddy, please, fuck me harder.” Tom growled to himself as he pushed harder into me. “Please let me cum, daddy.”

“Yes,” he said, “Cum for me, baby girl.”  My legs collapsed as I orgasmed, and I was grateful that I was holding onto the desk and Tom was holding onto my hips. As I came around him, Tom’s thrusts grew sloppier as he reached the edge and came in the condom. “Fuck…” he groaned as he pulled out of me and disposed of the condom. Tom grabbed one of my hands and helped me up, “Did you learn your lesson?”

I nodded, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good,” he kissed me. “Are you okay?”

“That was really good,” I chuckled.

“We can do it again, just never scare me like that ever again.”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I told him.

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Northside Serpent Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

More to come

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But instead of finishing it faster, the two of you end up getting into arguments about whatever the topic is. And then he’ll remove or put on his glasses as if that made his points clearer or valid, even use the age difference to imply that he’s smarter, and you just can’t deal with him. You’ll end up kissing him when he gets too into it, and the distraction makes him mad but you always win. He’ll end up carrying you to the bedroom and doing whatever you want in there.

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 Warnings: Abuse

Sweet Pea wonders what Sheriff Keller is referring to. But he also wants to know if this is the reason you had stopped lecturing him on violence, and the impact of his actions. And now that his mind is travelling down that path, he questions how many times he has unwittingly scared you with his actions in the last couple months. How many times had you been standing next to him as he swung a fist into the wall, or someone’s face? How many times had you felt the desire to shrink because he lost his temper? His heart breaks even more for you, the girl who’s helped with the Picken’s Day stand, who’s bandaged him more times than he can count. Sweet Pea’s eyes are drowning in unshed tears. And these thoughts break the dam.

As your parents, FP, and Toni enter the room, they see tears cascading down Sweet Pea's face unchecked. Then they notice the sheriff, who tells them about Alex.

FP listens to the sheriff and he knows you are so much stronger than what Alex thought. He knows you’ll get through this and come out like a phoenix from the ashes. And he has absolutely no doubts that Fangs, and Toni will be there for you every step of the way. FP recognizes that Sweet Pea is going to take some time from the Serpents so he can help you with everything, and Sweet Pea is going to settle down a bit. He hopes that last part happens for the kid. As fun as it can be to watch Sweet Pea be super volatile, FP understands that his volatility can be bad for people, including his family. He looks over at your parents, who are both grief-stricken at Keller’s words. They are paling and the looks on their faces, especially your mother’s, reminds FP of the look on someone’s face when they can’t believe what is happening.

Your dad is ready to explode. Explode in fear, anger, relief. He looks down at your bruised body, and the tears that finally stopped begin cascading down his face again. He feels fear that you’ll be angry with him when you wake up, that you won’t be his little girl anymore. Anger consumes him because he couldn’t protect you, that he couldn’t stop this from happening to you, and isn’t that a parent’s worst fear? But relief swells below that, and it comes and goes like the tide. It’s because you are safe, and the person who hurt you in ways a person in his position never should, is now where he belongs, in jail. His world stopped when he heard those words over the phone from Sweet Pea. He heard the quiet anger in the boy’s voice, and he knows that Sweet Pea is just as angry as him. He is ecstatic that you have such amazing friends. Your dad knows most people wouldn’t describe the Serpents this way, but he recognizes that part of the reason he’s never had an issue with the Ghoulies or Serpents. Because as much as the Northside hates the Serpents, your dad thinks the Northside is more screwed up than the Serpents have ever been. Suddenly, he hears the stomping of what seems like a hundred boots, and a small smile ghosts his face amidst the tears due to the sound.

Toni looks up at the familiar thundering of boots stopping, and leading the charge is Fangs, followed by several, maybe all of the Serpents, but she can’t tell. She looks at those she can see, and she sees overwhelming grief on some faces, and burning rage in others. Hog Eye has both. He stands right behind Fangs, and Toni wonders if he’ll say anything. Toni watches as Sheriff Keller’s eyes widen at the sight of so many Serpents in one space at one time. She almost forgets why they’re all here, and nearly smiles. And then Toni’s mind travels back to the second time you’d travelled to the Wyrm. You had walked in, boot cut jeans, a teal shirt with elbow length sleeves, and a smirk on your face. You strode right over to the bar, as if without a worry in the world, and asked Hog Eye for a Shirley Temple. He opened his mouth, undoubtedly to make a smartass comment, when you looked him dead in the eye, and told him not to ruin your innocence. Hog Eye had nearly doubled over laughing after responding, “What innocence?” You had raised your eyebrows and a smirk resettled on your face. The bar had been quiet enough for her to overhear the rest of your conversation. And Toni still thinks that Hog Eyes views you as his surrogate daughter. To him, most kids were just kids, another Serpent, or a Ghoulie. But you had never been just another kid, another Serpent, or another Ghoulie to Hog Eye. A lot of Serpents thought he would never love again once he healed from the grief of losing his daughter to the Ghoulies' drugs, since he became the Serpent’s bartender. But Toni watched and she knew that Alex would be facing an almost literal hell if he went to prison. She hopes he would find it excruciating for him to know that all he had to do was ask for help, but was too prideful, or scared to ask. She is okay with that statement, as her cruel side once again comes out to play. She knows it reflects in her eyes.

 Hog Eye feels a lump in his throat at seeing (Y/N) in the hospital bed. He can't believe you'd allow a stupid boy to put you there. He can feel the familiar sensation of tear welling in his eyes, but he blinks them back. All he wants to do is hold you close, and promise you that everything will be okay. He wants to keep everything harmful away from you. This was too close, the hospital, you laying unresponsive in a bed, tubes coming out. It was all just too damn familiar to how he lost his daughter, and suddenly, he can't handle just standing in the doorway. Instead he makes his way over to your free side, and gently lays one hand on your shoulder.

 The first thing you feel is a warm hand holding yours. You feel the monstrous pain next, but you also feel a rough hand gently laying on your shoulder. You hear an incessant beeping, and you wonder briefly where you are. While your eyes are closed, you run through what happened: you remember Alex hitting you-not stopping, you remember looking for your phone, and you remember calling Sweet Pea. He must've found you. You decide to open your eyes, as the beeping doesn't stop. You open your eyes briefly to slam them shut, and hear a whisper.

"Lower the lights." You try again. This time you see a slew of faces surrounding you. You see FP, a man you admire deeply, you see your parents, tears streaming down their faces, and your mother's hand wrapped up in your eyes. You see Sweet Pea, a cold, quiet anger burning in his eyes, and it breaks your heart. You notice Sheriff Keller with a small smile, and you see the beginning of the Serpents starting to enter your small room. You look up by your shoulder, where Hog Eye stands and you see tears trying to break his walls. You smile cautiously at him.

"He… Hey." You try and have to clear your throat before getting it out. You hear an overwhelming sob come from the corner, where Toni sits. FP chuckles.

"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Well, I could be better."

"I bet." FP shakes his head in amusement, which glimmers in his eyes as well.

Your mom stands up from the chair, and steps closer to the bed, "Sweetheart, I need you to know we aren't going anywhere. Dad and I are going to run to the cafeteria with a few people so you can visit with everyone." Your parents never ceased to amaze you with their generosity. Most parents would demand that everyone leave. You nod in understanding, very slowly though, to avoid more pain. Sweet Pea, Toni, FP, and Hog Eye follow them.  After they are gone, you make your way through the Serpents, starting with Fangs.

"Girl, we're glad you're okay." Fangs grins. "But the rest of us won't stay long so you can rest. Which you absolutely will do." He leans down and whispers, "Since you're always telling us that, now we can obtain revenge. But seriously, don't let this happen again. Okay? You need help, then you ask us." Tears well up in your eyes at the sincerity in Fangs' eyes.

"Mhmm." You hum in agreeance, through the tears. You make your way quietly through the Serpents before getting to Keller. "Sheriff." You greet. You take a deep breath in, which hurts like an SOB.

"Hey, (Y/N). Glad you're awake. Fangs is right. You can't let this happen. There's a reason my job exists." You hadn't thought anyone caught Fangs' whisperings. You nod shamefully. "Why didn't you tell anyone, sweetheart?"

"I was scared. Alex told me…." your voice drops at the end of the sentence, and you don't know if you have the strength to get through this. You clear your throat and try again, though. "Alex told me, that if I told anyone, Sweet Pea, Toni, my parents, you, anyone, that I wouldn't live to see the next day. And I am very prone to believe a threat like that after things he's done." You clasp your hands and look down at them, afraid to see pity, or worse blame in the sheriff's eyes. He lays his larger, warmer hand over yours.

"(Y/N), you won't have to worry about him for a long time. Trust me. He admitted to the abuse." Sheriff Keller says in a patient voice. You forget your fears and look up at him with wide eyes.

"Seriously? I- I didn't think he would do that."

"Well, he did. So you just worry about getting better. I'll keep you posted on the case, and I'm also going to recommend no bail."

Relief floods you, "Thank you so much, Sheriff Keller."

"Of course, sweetheart. Looks like your parents are back, so I'll get going." He makes his way to the door. But you can't focus on anything other than the fact that Alex admitted to the abuse. Due to this you don't hear Sweet Pea.

"(Y/N)?" You finally hear him ask.

You look up at him, "What?"

"I said are you okay?" Concern masks the anger that you can still see simmering in his brownie eyes.

"Sorry. Yeah. I just- It's just that- Did you know Alex admitted to the abuse?" You ask, shock still running through your system.

"Yeah, Keller informed us while you were out."

"Holy shit." Your eyes are still as wide as saucers.

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Remember Me (FP Jones x OC)

Summary: It’s been 4 years since Isabelle left Riverdale and it’s finally time to return...but what will she find? Are the people she loves the same people she used to know? 

Characters: FP Jones, Fred Andrews, Tom Keller, Isabelle Keller (OC). For reference, FP/Fred/Tom are 23 in this and Isabelle is 21. 

Warnings: cursing, smut

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(Part Two)

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Riverdale wasn’t always my home. Well, let me clarify. Riverdale didn’t always feel like it was my home. I was born there, I grew up there, but ironically it didn’t feel like home until I left it. Those were the longest four years of my life. I left my hometown, my family, my best friend, and the love of my life...all so I could go to college in New York City. I wanted--needed--to escape the confines of the small town. I figured moving to the big city would be exactly what I needed. One month into my first semester and I already hated it. I was painfully homesick. I missed my family and friends, but most of all I missed my boyfriend--er, ex-boyfriend. I knew I couldn’t give up though...after all, this was my dream. So I stuck it out, and three and a half years later, I had my degree in education. 

I returned to Riverdale triumphant; the most expensive piece of paper I’d ever owned tucked safely away in my suitcase. The moment I pulled into my parents’ driveway, I felt comfortable. I had really missed this house. Before I could get out of the car, the front door swung open, revealing the handsome face of one of my favorite people, my big brother. 

“Tommy!” I jumped out of my car and ran to him. He wrapped me in a bear hug and kissed the top of my head.

“I missed you, Izzy.”

I grinned at him as we separated. “Not as much as I missed you! Now, where are mom and dad?”

The reunion with my parents was a little tearful, but that was to be expected. I was, after all, the baby of the family. Even though my parents and I often didn’t see eye-to-eye (especially my mom), it was still good to see them. I didn’t stay too long though...there were two more stops that I wanted to make on my welcome home tour. 

I pulled into a driveway a couple blocks away from my childhood home, turned the car off, and headed towards the front door. Before I could knock, the door swung open and a tall brunette man had his arms around me in an instant. He picked me up and spun me around, squeezing me tightly. When he sat me down, he grinned ear to ear. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Isabelle Keller.”

I smiled back. “Oh, Fred. You have no idea how much I missed you.” 

We hugged again and he dragged me inside and insisted on making me my favorite tea. We chatted while the water boiled, but as soon as he’d poured my cup, I asked the question that I was dying to know the answer to. “How is he?” A simple enough sounding question, but it was so much more complicated than that.

“Iz-” he began.

“Come on, Freddy. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” 

Fred ran his fingers through his hair. “He, uh, he did it.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Did what?”

“He joined the Serpents.”

I stared at my best friend in silence for a moment. “I...I thought he was working with you at the construction business.”

Fred grimmaced. “He is! Er, was.”

“Was?” I prompted.

“His dad is sick. He needed the money and the help...the Serpents could give him all of that. Certainly more than I could.”

I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. “How long?” I asked softly.

“Huh?”

“How long has he been a Serpent?”

Fred looked at the ground like he was hoping it would open up and swallow him whole. “Three years.”

I sank onto the barstool beside me. “Three years? And you didn’t tell me? Hell, none of you told me?”

“What were we supposed to say, Isabelle? ‘I’m sorry, but the man you love joined a gang while you were gone.’ Come on, you know you would have dropped everything and came running. That’s the last thing he wanted.”

I sighed, knowing he was right. “Damnit, Fred.”

“I know. I tried my best to be there for him...but I’m no replacement for you,” he paused. “You’re the only one that he would have listened to. You made him a better man.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I’ve gotta see him.”

Fred just nodded. He knew better than to try and stop me.

I stood up and headed toward the door. Halfway there I stopped and turned around. “Does Tom know?”

Fred sighed.

“Fredrick Andrews. Does my brother know?”

He nodded. “Yeah, he knows.”

I blew out a puff of air. “Awesome.” Sarcasm always was my safety blanket...and I was feeling pretty hurt in that moment. I gave Fred a hug and headed back to my car. 

I drove toward a part of town that most people avoided, the Southside. I however, had always felt comfortable there. My destination was Sunnyside Trailer Park. Home of Forsythe Pendleton Jones II, or as we called him, FP. The route was painfully familiar to me, after all, I’d been driving it since I was 16. Memories threatened to crash through my psychological block, but I shook my head feverishly to keep them at bay. I couldn’t let myself get emotional. It wouldn’t do me or FP any good. 

I pulled into the trailer park and weaved my way through, pulling up beside the familiar trailer. My heart clenched in my chest and I took a moment to compose myself before exiting the car. I took a deep breath and gathered up my nerves before knocking on the door. I waited for a few moments, but there was no answer, so I knocked again. Again, no answer. I sighed. 

“Hey! You lookin’ for Jones?”

I turned around and came face to face with a grizzled older man. He looked rather annoyed at my intrusion. 

“Uh yes, I am. FP, specifically.”

The man scoffed. “Well there is no other Jones.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well his mama left and his daddy died last Spring.”

It took a moment for the man’s words to sink in. “He’s all alone?”

“Yes, ma’am. Except for the Serpents, of course. They help him out. Take good care of him.”

I simply nodded. I was surprised that Fred didn’t tell me, but there was a possibility that he didn’t even know. FP always was a private person. I turned my attention back to the man. “Do you happen to know where he is right now? It’s important.”

“Why, I’d venture a guess that he’s at the Wyrm. That’s where they all hang out, innit?”

“Yeah. Right. Thanks. I appreciate it.”

The man gave me a slight nod and a grunt before heading off in the opposite direction. I hopped back into my car and headed toward the White Wyrm...yet another destination from my past. The Wyrm was basically Serpent HQ. It had been their hang out for as long as I could remember. Honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself. It probably had something to do with me still be shocked that FP was a Serpent now. His father had been a Serpent and FP always hated that part of his life. Knowing that he’d been driven to join a gang that he used to despise really broke my heart. 

Once again, I had to push away memories that threatened to overpower me as I pulled up to the White Wyrm. I’d spent some time here as a teenager, but I never really thought I’d be coming back. As I walked through the door, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The bar looked like it hadn’t changed a bit. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine that I was still 16, sneaking into a bar with my boyfriend. 

A voice from the past brought me back to the present. “Well I’ll be damned. Isabelle Keller, back from the big city.”

I smiled up at the big man. “Hey, Tall Boy. It’s good to see you again.”

He smiled and clapped a hand on my shoulder. “What brings you to this part of town?”

I raised my eyebrows. “I think you know.”

The man simply nodded. “He’s in the back.”

“Can you get him for me?”

Tall Boy seemed to think on it before responding. “Why don’t you just head on back there. He’s alone, anyway.”

I got the hint and nodded. No one wanted a scene less than I did, so I was happy to do this in private. As I walked toward the back of the bar, I thought about the countless nights that FP and I had spent here. Even though neither of us were fans of the gang itself, we really got to know some of the people. The Wyrm had become a place where we could go to escape ourselves and many of the Serpents were happy to help us along. I reached a door in the far corner of the bar and took a deep breath before walking through it. I entered a small room with a table and chairs. A man sat at the table with his back to me. He appeared to be studying something. 

“Hey, Tall Boy. I’m still working on it.” His voice made my entire body shiver. It was deeper than I remembered, but it still had that gravely sexiness to it that used to drive me wild.

“It’s not Tall Boy,” I said softly.

His entire body tensed up and I had a feeling that my voice stirred something in him, just as his had done to me. He stood up slowly and turned to face me. When he stopped moving, I got a good look at him and my jaw dropped slightly. He was older and more handsome than when I last saw him. His hair was tousled slightly and his brown eyes were widened in shock. He was tall and filled out nicely, the lean muscles visible under his t-shirt and flannel, his jeans fitted to his body just right. Seeing him again...I could hardly breathe. 

Just as I was taking him in, he was taking me in as well. I supposed that I looked quite a bit different than when I’d left. My black hair fell in long, thick curls down my back, I’d actually learned how to do my makeup, and I dressed a lot better than I used to. I was currently clad in ripped jeans, a bright red flowy blouse, and black heeled boots. 

It was a long moment before he managed to choke out, “Isabelle?” My breath hitched as I nodded. He took a step towards me. “You’re really here?”

I nodded again, too overcome with emotion to speak. He paused for a moment before crossing the room in two long strides and crashing his lips against mine. The moment we touched, every feeling, memory, and desire that I’d been holding back came crashing in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as images of us flashed through my mind. FP asking me out, our first kiss, senior prom, the first time we made love, FP telling me he loved me, me promising him that this love was forever, and finally, FP telling me that I was better off without him and that he never wanted to see me again. That was the day that I’d left for college and I hadn’t seen or heard from him since. 

The painful memory brought me back to my senses and I pushed him away. We were both breathless and I watched the realization come over him. 

“I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have done that,” he mumbled.

“You broke my heart.”

He looked down in shame.

“I loved you with every fiber of my being and you pushed me away.”

“I know,” he said softly.

“I’m not finished.” Now that I had started, I couldn’t stop. “You decided what was best for me without consulting me. You told me to go live a better life without you. Well you know what, FP? I tried that. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t move on. I didn’t date a single person in the last four years. Not one. It didn’t take me long to realize that a life without you is no life at all.” I was out of breath when I concluded my rant. I’d shared more than I’d intended to, but FP always had that kind of effect on me. 

He just stared at me in silence to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. “Say something!” I yelled. 

Tears sprung into his eyes and he said, “I’m sorry.” Two simple words filled with a lifetime of emotion. “I thought I was setting you free. It didn’t matter that it nearly broke me to do it. All that mattered to me was that you could have the chance to have a better life. One where you weren’t shackled to me...to this town. You deserve better, Isabelle. You’ve always deserved better.”

“I never felt shackled to you, FP.” I stepped toward him and gently touched his arm. “I loved you. All that you are. You’re all I’d ever wanted or needed. I didn’t realize it until I lost you, but you are my home, FP. And that makes Riverdale my home. Where ever you are is where I want to be.”

He looked up at me and I saw all the pain in his eyes. I reached up and touched his face. “Nothing has changed for me,” I whispered. 

He closed his eyes and leaned into my hand. “I missed you so much,” he whispered. “So much that sometimes it hurt just to breathe. I needed you, Izzy. I still need you. I never stopped loving you. I don’t think I ever could.”

His words washed over me and I felt at peace. I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him. He was quite a bit taller than me, so he rested his chin on my head and pulled me close. We stood like that for what felt like hours.

Eventually, he pulled away and looked around the room, seeming to realize where we were. “Umm...I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

“More than you can imagine.”

He sighed. “The trailer is mine now, so you can come over and I’ll tell you everything.”

I nodded.

“I want to hear about you too,” he said with a smile.

“I think I can manage that.”

He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Let me just talk to Tall Boy. I’ll finish this stuff later so we have as much time together as possible.”

Thankfully, Tall Boy was understanding. After all, he knew all about our history...he was there for a lot of it. FP and I left the Wyrm and headed back to his trailer. We were in for a long night...there was much to discuss. 

Walking into FP’s trailer had the same effect on me as walking into the Wyrm; it felt like I’d just walked straight into the past. I had so many memories here. Most of them good.

“Do you want something to drink?” FP asked.

“Something with alcohol content. I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”

He let out a dry laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” He grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed one to me, and sat down on the sofa. I sat down on the other end of it and pulled my knees up to my chest. I suppose I was protecting myself...I knew I wouldn’t like everything he had to say.

“I guess I’ll start,” he said softly. 

“Your parents...Freddy told me your dad was sick...”

FP nodded. “It really wasn’t a surprise. It’s not like my dad was ever a healthy man.” He cleared his throat. “But mom...that threw me. When dad got sick, she just up and left. Didn’t say a word to anyone. She left in the middle of the night just over three years ago. Haven’t heard from her since.”

I saw the tears in his eyes, but I knew he wouldn’t want to be comforted. I understood, so I patiently waited for him to continue. 

“Dad had cancer. Liver cancer, of course. I mean, what else would it be? But we don’t have insurance...and the treatment was so expensive.” He paused to take a drink of his beer. “So I did the only thing I could think of. I joined the Southside Serpents. I didn’t make enough money working with Fred and I couldn’t handle everything by myself.” He turned to look at me. “He drank himself to death, Isabelle. Everything I did for him and he still wouldn’t give up the booze.”

“I’m so sorry, FP.”

He continued on as if he hadn’t heard me. “Now I’m in a gang, I have no real job prospects, I live in a freaking trailer, and you’re probably ashamed of me. I wouldn’t blame you for it either.”

“No.” I leaned forward. “Look at me.” I waited for him to make eye contact before continuing. “I’m not ashamed of you, FP. I was shocked when Fred told me and honestly, it’s going to take some time to get used to it, but I’m not angry or upset with you. You did what you had to do to survive.”

“You don’t hate me?”

I laughed dryly. “If I was going to hate you for something, it sure as hell wouldn’t be this.”

“It’d be for what I did to you.” A statement, not a question. 

I simply nodded. Words really weren’t necessary. Instead, I asked him a question. “Do you like it? Being a Serpent?”

He thought about it for a moment before answering. “Yeah, I really do. It’s not like we thought it was when we were kids, Iz. The Serpents, they’re like a family to me. They always have my back and I have theirs. Our bond is thicker than blood.”

As much as it pained me, I was actually happy for him. He deserved to have people who cared about him and watched out for him. That’s all I ever wanted for him. “I’m so glad that you have that support, FP. Especially since I wasn’t here for you.”

He looked up at me in surprise. “You-you are?”

I nodded with a  small smile.

“You don’t want me to leave the gang?”

I shook my head. “I would never ask you to do that. Not when it clearly means so much to you.”

He let out a long breath. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that.”

I smiled. “All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. Plus, you look pretty hot in leather.” He blushed, which just made him all the more handsome. “But I’m sure you’ve got more to share, so please continue.”

“No, I mean, I think that’s pretty much it. Honestly, not much has happened since you left.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Really? Your mother left, your father died, you quit your job, you don’t talk to your best friend, and you joined a gang...a gang you’ve been in for three years. You can’t tell me there isn’t more to that story.”

He sighed. “There is. I just...can’t tell you about a lot of it.”

“Because I’m not a Serpent?”

He nodded.

“Well we’ll have to see about that. I also happen to look hot in leather,” I said with a wink. 

His head jerked up and he looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m sticking around...and the Serpents are too. So if I want to be with you, then I might have to be with them.”

His eyes widened. “You don’t have to do that for me, Izzy.”

“It’s part of your world,” I insisted. “Which means that I owe it a chance at the very least.”

He just stared at me for a few seconds. “Who are you and what the hell have you done with Isabelle Keller?”

I laughed. “She grew up...became a lot less judgmental.” 

He grinned. “Well I like this new version. Tell me more about her.”

“Well let’s see...I can now hold my liquor, I’m fantastic at pool, I discovered that I love hip-hop, I was a really good bartender, I rock the karaoke scene, and I now have a BA in education. That about sums up the last four years of my life.”

“Holy shit. Seriously. Who are you?” 

I laughed. “I’m the same girl I’ve always been, just a hell of a lot more fun. I’m still me, in all the ways that matter.”

“I need you to back up for a second...you like hip-hop? And you bartended?”

I laughed again. “Yes, sir.”

“And you let me give you a beer?”

I laughed even harder. “Sometimes the simplest things are the best things.”

He grinned. “Ahh there’s my Isabelle.”

I inhaled sharply as I took in his words. It had been so long since I’d heard him say that and I didn’t realize how badly I had missed hearing it. “Say that again,” I insisted, all jest gone from my tone. 

He turned towards me and moved closer. “My Isabelle,” he said softly. 

My heart rate quickened and my breathing became more shallow. “FP, I need you to kiss me.”

He stood up and slowly pulled my legs away from my chest. Then he sat on the edge of the couch beside me and gently tucked a stray black curl behind my ear. Just the slightest touch made my breath catch in my throat. He slowly lowered his face towards mine and closed his eyes. I moved forward slightly to meet him. The moment our lips met, I felt an electrical current surge through my body. It was as if I’d been struck by lightning, but the sensation was entirely pleasurable. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the kiss and stay that way forever. 

FP shifted his body and slid his hand into my hair, gently moving my head so he could deepen the kiss. I responded by pulling him closer to me and letting out a soft sigh against his lips. When his lips separated from mine, I felt cold, the loss of his touch almost painful. “FP,” I whispered. 

He didn’t say a word, but his eyes never left mine. He stood up and reached out a hand and I gladly took it. He led me to his bedroom and I followed quietly. Once inside he turned toward me and spoke in a gentle tone, “Anything you don’t want, we won’t do. Just tell me to stop.” 

I took a step toward him, closing the gap between us. I laid my hands on his chest, the soft cotton of his t-shirt doing nothing to mask the strength underneath. “You,” I whispered. “I want you.” 

He inhaled sharply and eyed me hungrily, his eyes filled with desire. Seconds passed, then he suddenly pinned me against the wall, his lips glued to mine. I gasped in surprise, but my body knew what it wanted. Seemingly without thought, my hips pushed forward, making contact with his groin. He let out a low groan and starting kissing my neck. I pushed the sleeves of his flannel down his arms and he yanked it off and tossed it to the ground without taking his lips off me. I slipped my hands under his shirt and he got the hint, pulling away from me just long enough to rip the shirt off over his head. As he leaned back into me, I pushed him back, pushing him onto the bed. He grinned at me, apparently appreciating my forwardness. I pulled my shirt and pants off and climbed onto the bed, slowly crawling on top of him. 

“God, you are so sexy,” he murmured.

I grinned and pressed my lips against his. I ground my pelvis against him, feeling his hard length beneath me. Suddenly, I was dying to get my hands on his cock. I sat up and made quick work of undoing his jeans and yanking them off his body, along with his boxers. 

I let out a little moan at the sight of his cock. It was larger than I remembered, which only enhanced my desire. I looked up at him and he watched my every move. I moved back up his body and kissed him passionately before slowly sliding down his chest, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles as I went. Once I reached his hips, I avoided touching his cock, my lips pressing to every inch around it, earning me a needy groan. “You’re teasing me,” he moaned. 

“Yes and you like it.” I ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, stopping to lick the precum from the head.

“You’re killing me, Izzy,” he ground out. 

I smirked, locking eyes with the incredibly handsome man sprawled in front of me. Keeping my gaze on his, I slowly lowered my mouth onto his cock, taking him in as deep as I could.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I began to move and suck with a rhythm that I’d learned with practice. Each moan that he let out spurred me on. His fingers tangled in my long hair, his grip tightening the closer he got to orgasm. “Isabelle--oh god, that’s it baby. Just like that.”

I moaned, the vibration against his cock sending a jolt through his body. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

I worked him faster and flicked my eyes up to his. The sight was enough to send him over the edge. Thick ropes of cum filled my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every drop. I gave the head of his cock one last lick before lifting myself over him so we were close enough to kiss. 

He pulled my face down to his and kissed me deeply. His hands trailed down my back and quickly unclasped my bra, releasing my breasts from their hold. He tossed the bra aside and in one swift movement, flipped me over onto my back. I wrapped my arms around him, reveling in the feeling of his body on top of mine. He began to work his way down my neck, gently bitting the most sensitive spots, causing me to gasp in pleasure. When he reached my breasts, he massaged them tenderly, sucking and nibbling on each nipple in turn. He continued down my stomach, stopping when he reached the black lace that hid what he wanted most. 

“These have gotta go,” he said as he yanked them down my legs, revealing my soaking wet core. He ran his fingers between the folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. He stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked it slowly, savoring the taste. “All this for me?” he asked in a low voice.

I simply nodded, unable to speak. My body ached for his touch. But I had made the mistake of teasing him, and now that he had the power, he had the chance to take his revenge. He spread my legs as wide as he could get them and moved in closer. His lips were mere inches from their target when he blew out his hot breath, the stream of air hitting my clit and making my body shiver with desire. He grinned and set to work on my inner thighs. His lips pressed softly against the sensitive skin there, so close to where I needed him to be, but not close enough. 

I let out a little whimper and pushed my pelvis towards him, but he deftly avoided contact. “What’s wrong, gorgeous? You don’t like it when I tease you?”

“It’s cruel,” I groaned. 

“Well maybe this will teach you a lesson then,” he slowly ran his tongue in between my lower lips, working his way from bottom to top. I moaned and a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. He sat up and looked at me, taking me in from head to tow. I glared at him and he chuckled softly. “You’re so damn beautiful. Especially when you’re annoyed with me.”

The admiration on his face was enough to soften my expression. I gave him a slow smile and shook my head slightly. “You’re insane.”

He grinned. “You bet your ass I am.” And with that, he dived head first into my pussy, licking and sucking my clit with the ferocity of a starving man. I could hardly contain my moans, each one louder than the last. Intense waves of pleasure tore through my body and I found it difficult to catch my breath. “Shit, FP--I--oh, God!”

He inserted two fingers into me, gently pressing against my g-spot, his mouth continuing its assault on my clit. I could feel the orgasm building within me. The knot in my stomach was so tight I was sure it would explode. My hips writhed beneath him as I cried out, “Oh God, FP, that’s it. Yes! Oh don’t stop. Oh God.”

I dug my fingers into his hair and held on tightly as my orgasm overwhelmed my senses. Wave after wave of incredible pleasure crashed over me, my hips moved up and down, my thighs tightened around his head, but FP rode every wave, never breaking his rhythm. 

When it became too much, I gave his hair a little tug and tried to scoot away from him. He finally stopped and came up for air. He looked at me and grinned ear to ear. He slowly moved up my body, like a lion on the prowl.

Watching his movements made me want him with renewed vigor, despite the incredible orgasm he’d just given me. “I want you, FP.” 

He smiled and leaned forward. I felt the tip of his cock press against my core and I inhaled sharply. “Do you, baby? Tell me more.”

“I want you inside of me, filling me up. I want to feel you, every inch of you. Make me scream. Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow.”

He let out a low groan that almost sounded like a growl. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. When we separated, I whispered, “Please FP, I need you.” 

He exhaled sharply and his entire body shuddered. “Say that again,” he growled.

I locked eyes with him and said softly, “I need you.”

He moaned and slowly slid his cock inside of me, careful not to cause me pain. His cock was large though, which took a moment to get used to, but when he started moving, any discomfort faded away. “FP...” I moaned.

He shifted his weight and began thrusting more quickly. His breathing became ragged and my pulse quickened to match. He grabbed my legs and lifted them up, tilting my body so that he slammed against my g-spot with each thrust. “Oh god, FP.” I dug my nails into his back and he groaned.

Each thrust was expertly placed and timed, each movement bringing me closer to the edge. I could tell FP was getting close too. The strain of control was evident on his face. 

“Baby, I’m so close,” I moaned.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” he ground out.

I nodded and clung to him for dear life. Riding out each movement with him, desperately trying to control my impending orgasm. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he let out a low moan and demanded, “cum for me, baby.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, an earth-shattering orgasm rocked my body. I screamed his name and moments later felt his own orgasm fill me up. We rode out the waves of pleasure together until FP collapsed on top of me, exhausted. 

We both struggled to catch our breath and he tried to say something. 

“Huh?”

“Not...hurting...you...am I?” He managed in between breaths.

I laughed lightly. “Not at all.”

He laid there for a solid minute before he finally rolled off. “That--was incredible.” 

I turned my head to look at him and grinned. “I’m going to chalk it up to four years worth of pent-up desire.”

He chuckled. “I sincerely hope it’s not just that.”

I rolled onto my side and propped my head up on my hand. “I don’t know, FP. Is this real?”

He turned his head toward me in surprise. “It is for me.”

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I leaned forward and kissed him. “It is for me too.”

“Come here,” he whispered. 

I let him pull me in close and wrap his arm around me. I laid my head on his chest and sighed happily. He kissed the top of my head. “Perfect fit,” he murmured.

“I don’t remember it being this good.”

He laughed lightly. “That’s because it wasn’t.”

I laughed too. “We were naive kids, weren’t we?”

“Absolutely. In some ways, we still are. I, for instance, still believe in soulmates.”

“I think that’s beautiful, not naive. Clearly this was meant to be, or we both would have moved on.”

FP was quiet for a moment. I started to wonder if he’d fallen asleep when he finally spoke. “I did move on, Isabelle. Or at least, I tried.”

I sat up and stared at him. “You did?” I couldn’t hide the hurt in my voice.

“I’d set you free. I never dreamed that you would come back to me. That you would still want me. So I started seeing other girls.”

It hurt, but I couldn’t be upset with him. It’s not like we were together. He was young, single, and hot...there was no shortage of girls (and women) who wanted him. He seemed to sense that I was upset and he spoke gently, “I’m sorry, Izzy. I never intended to hurt you. But I don’t want you to find out from someone else. Especially one of them.” 

I winced. “Them? How many are there?”

He bit his lip, “Um...a dozen or so?”

I blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry did you just say a dozen?”

He blushed and nodded. 

Are there even a dozen available women in this town? I wondered to myself. Out loud I simply asked, “Anyone special?”

“One lasted six months. That was the longest...but none of them could hold a candle to you. I was desperately trying to replace you, but no one came close.”

I sighed. “Well I suppose I can’t be mad. In fact, that’s kind of flattering. You are human after all and we all have our needs.”

He must have noticed the undertone of my words because he suddenly paled. “You said you didn’t date anyone...”

I closed my eyes. “I didn’t, but that doesn’t mean I was a celibate monk.”

He looked at me in surprise. “You never struck me as a one-night-stand kind of girl.”

“I was in college, FP. We drank, we partied, we had meaningless sex. You can’t tell me you dated a dozen girls and didn’t have sex with a single one of them.”

“Of course I did, but it’s different.”

I froze. “Different how?”

“You’re a girl...it has different...connotations.” 

My jaw dropped. “So you can have sex with multiple people and it’s fine, but if I do it, I’m a slut? Is that what you’re saying?” My anger burned through my hurt and spurred me to my feet. I began gathering my clothes and putting them on. 

“Iz, that’s not what I meant--”

“Then what did you mean, huh?” I snapped.

“I--I--uh,” he stuttered. 

I shook my head in disbelief. “I’ve gotta go. This was clearly a mistake.”

FP stepped in the doorway, blocking my exit. 

“You better move, Forsythe, or I will make you move.”

“Please, Iz, just let me explain.”

“I really don’t need to hear you mansplain sex to me.”

He closed his eyes, the frustration evident on his face. “Please. Just give me 30 seconds. If you don’t like what I have to say, then I’ll let you leave.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “30 seconds.”

He took a deep breath. “It wasn’t meant to be a judgment. My words just came out wrong. I’m not eloquent like you. I make a fool of myself. I--I love you, okay? And that makes me wildly possessive and jealous and stupid. The thought of another man touching you makes my blood boil. But I know that I can’t act like that. I can’t have those kinds of feelings. It’s something that I need to work on. But I need you to know that I would never call you a slut or look down on you for having sex with people. It’s your body and your life. I should have no control over it.”

Now it was my turn to be silent. 

“Isabelle?” he asked after a few moments. 

“I suppose we both have things to work on,” I said softly. “Jumping to conclusions is clearly one of mine.”

The tension eased from his body. “Can I please hold you?”

I nodded and he pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

We stood like that for several moments. “I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day. So I should get going,” I said quietly. 

“No, please stay,” he begged.

“FP, my parents are expecting me.”

“You’re an adult now, Izzy.”

I chuckled. “Have you met my mother?” He gave me a pleading look and I couldn’t help but cave. “Alright, fine. But when I inevitably get screamed at, I’m throwing you under the bus.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

“Let me just text Tommy so he knows I’m not dead.”

“Oh, um...maybe don’t mention me.”

I looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “Is there something I should know?”

“It’s not a big deal, it’s just...sheriff’s deputies don’t exactly care for Serpents, ya know?”

I raised my eyebrows. “So it’s nothing personal?”

“No, we’re fine.”

I didn’t believe him one bit, but I didn’t press the matter. I went to the living room to find my phone. I texted my brother that I was staying at Fred’s and texted Fred to cover for me. After all, what are best friends for? When I came back into the bedroom, FP was sprawled across the bed. “Got any room for me, handsome?”

He grinned and moved over. “Get over here pretty lady. I want to hold you.”

I smiled and crawled into bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around me and within minutes we were both fast asleep, completely oblivious to the storm that was brewing in our lives. 

[abigailtopaz]

If I wrote something that was not requested, like a (smutty) one shot, would y’all want it to be x reader or x OC?

[writingsnmusings]

i can’t believe nobody has written any imagines about sheriff keller like i guess if you want something done you gotta do it yourself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[imagineaworlds]

Come Home -- Sheriff Keller

Written By: @aliedelanie

Request: “Can you please write some Sheriff Keller smut from Riverdale?”

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+). Cursing. Oral Sex (fem receiving). Protected sex. Details of home invasion??

Pairing: Sheriff Tom Keller x Reader

Word Count: 1777

Listen To: Home by Machine Gun Kelly

Ever since the Black Hood attacks, I found that I couldn’t stay in the house anymore. Not after that night. I will never forget it, I’m sure of it. It all started when Tom texted me saying that he’d be late after something came up at the station, and Kevin was spending the night at Betty’s. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it because it was normal for both of them to be out of the house. So naturally, I went to bed knowing there was no reason to wait up. The only light that came into the house was from the moon and the single street lamp just in front of the lawn.

As I felt sleep slowly overcome me, there was suddenly a creak in the floorboards in the hallway. I knew that floorboard, it always made noises at night when Kevin would sneak out, and it would creak when he would come back in so we both knew that he was okay. That floorboard only ever creaked when someone was walking on it, and it was too early in the night for Tom to be coming home.

Then it creaked again as if the first time was a test run, and this time, someone was actually coming near. I shot up straight in the bed, instinctively looking over at Tom’s side, but he wasn’t there. So I grabbed my phone and dialed Tom’s number. Yet it was too late. Whoever it was who had entered the house was standing just in front of the door, I could tell by their shadow bleeding into the bedroom under the door.

I carefully got out of bed, trying not to make any noise as I hit underneath just as the intruder came in slowly. My breath hitched and I tried to stay quiet, even as the phone continued to ring Tom. I guess I wasn’t quiet enough. The next thing I knew, someone grabbed my ankles and pulled me out from under the bed. I shrieked and looked up to find the intruder to be the Black Hood.

With my adrenaline pumping through my body, I kicked him in the balls, and while he was momentarily busy, I ran out of the bedroom and straight out the front door. I pressed my phone to my ear, and Tom hadn’t picked up… he had let it go to voicemail. Across the street, I saw the neighbors light turn on, so I made a dash for their house.

A few minutes after they called the cops, the whole Sheriff’s department showed up, and Kevin found a ride to the house. Apparently, it was a forced entry, and he had left a clue, but Tom wouldn’t tell me what. He said the secrecy was for my protection. As Tom came back out of the house and neared the ambulance, I saw his face drop. I could only imagine how I looked, after all, I was scared out of my mind. They had wrapped a “shock blanket” around my shoulders, and I rested my head against Kevin’s chest as he soothed my back.

I stood up and fell into Tom’s arms, feeling him embrace me in a hug. “It’s alright,” he told me, “You’re alright.”

I love Tom with all my heart— more than anything in this world, more than words could express— but I just couldn’t stay in that house. He offered to take time off from work, to come home for dinner and stay until sunrise. He did everything he could to comfort me, but it wasn’t him that I needed to get away from, it was the memories.

About a month later, I saw Tom at Kevin’s musical. Kevin had gone on and on about me going, said he had reserved seats for the two of us up front. And for the first few days I told myself  I wouldn’t go, but the day of, I decided I had to. I couldn’t hide from Tom and Kevin any longer, it hurt me too much. More than if I would have stayed in the house following the incident. So I went. Just as Kevin promised there were two reserved seats for Sheriff Keller and “You-Know-Who”. Now, either the seat was reserved for Voldemort, or Kevin respected my privacy enough to not put my name down in case I didn’t go.

I smiled as I looked down at the seat and pulled the paper up. From behind the curtain, Kevin popped his head out and waved at me.

“Hello,” a familiar voice said behind me.

I turned to find Tom standing there. “Hi,” I responded quietly. “Listen, I’m sorry… about everything. I just needed some time to myself.”

Tom nodded and looked to the ground, “I get it.” He looked up, “Are you better now?”

“Yeah. Loads.” Tom stepped forward and grabbed my waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Come home… please… We need you back there, [y/n], me and Kev.”

I looked into his eyes, taking every detail of him in, everything I missed. As I went onto my toes and leaned in, the lights dimmed and the music started.

After the success that it was, Kevin went out with his friends to go celebrate their showing of Carrie the Musical. Tom walked me to my car as all of the parents flooded out of the school. With my back pressed to the driver’s door, I looked up at Tom. There were no words exchanged between us before Tom took the first opportunity to press his lips to mine. He was always so much taller than I was, so I had to wrap my arms around his neck to lift up to him. My hands went over the short hairs on the back of his neck and I trailed them up towards the longer strands.

Tom pulled away, “Come home with me. Please. Just for tonight.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

To my surprise, pulling up to the house wasn’t as nerve wracking as I thought it would be. As we walked into the house, I still wasn’t uncomfortable, and I think that was strongly due to Tom being there, holding my hand. The minute we were inside, I dropped my bag by the door and kissed him again.

“It’s good to be home again,” I told him.

Tom smirked as he grabbed my hips and lifted me off of the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We slowly made our way to the bedroom, both of us running around hands along each other. As we were just in front of the bed, I dropped down to my feet and ripped Tom’s dress shirt open, then threw it somewhere in the room. Tom returned the favor, taking the extra measure to push me onto the bed and remove my pants.

I laid underneath him as he unhooked my bra and I pushed his pants off of his hips, leaving both of us in our underwear. We intertwined our fingers as Tom started trailing kisses down my body slowly, his face nearing where I needed him most. Then, he pressed a gentle kiss over my covered clit. Telling by the wet spot in my panties, Tom knew I was desperate for his touch. Our hands parted for a moment as he teasingly pulled down my blue panties, then they went back to intertwining with mine.

After a month of being apart from each other, Tom was sure to take his time. He placed a kiss on the inside of my thigh, and I moaned out his name, which encouraged him to move close to my core. I felt his lips hovering just over my slit, and the next thing I knew, he licked a stripe up my slit from my core to my clit. Instinctively, I bucked my hips up as he wrapped his lips around my clit and started sucking and licking at it. As I writhed around at Tom’s touch, our hands continued to stay interlocked.

His tongue poked at my entrance, and I realized I wasn’t going to last long. “Fuck, Tom…” I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillows. “I’m going to cum.” Tom started working his tongue faster, moving back up to my clit. “Don’t stop,” I croaked, thrusting my hips to create more friction. This got a reaction out of Tom, as he moaned against my heat, sending vibrations through my bod, causing me to orgasm. My fingers curled against his as he helped my ride out my high.

As I finished, Tom came back up and kissed me, “How was that?” he asked me.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I laughed.

I waited as Tom reached over to his nightstand, my side still completely untouched as though he had always expected me to come back home. Out of the top drawer he grabbed a condom. After he put the condom on, Tom towered over me, his tip pressing against my entrance. As Tom thrust into me, he kissed and sucked at my neck, creating a hickey. My hands flew to his hair as he moved in and out of me, his entire length going in.

Tom moaned against my neck, “You’re so fucking tight, princess.”

“Faster, Tom,” I told him before kissing his cheek. He did as I requested and started thrusting faster and harder into me. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, my grip tightening in his hair.

He grabbed onto my hips to support himself as he was approaching his orgasm. “Are you gonna cum again for me, princess?”

I nodded, “Yes. Oh, god… Yes.”

My walls started clenching around his length, and he moaned out at the feeling. “You feel so good around my big cock. You always have. Go on, cum for me, princess.”

I was a moaning mess under him as I came undone, and his thrusts started to get sloppy before he came. In the heat of the moment, I said, “Maybe I will just come home…” We both laughed at my timing. “Sorry.” Tom pulled out of me and climbed off of the bed to discard of the condom. When he came back, I was already buried under the covers. “Thank you for keeping all of my stuff.”

“It’s your home, too. It always has been, [y/n].” I smiled at him as he crawled into bed with me and wrapped me in his strong arms. “And no more late nights at the station, I promise. I’ll be here for you. Forever. You and Kev are all I have left.”

“I love you,” I said, snuggling into his chest.

“I love you, too.”

[lucivar]

Most excellent lucivar, as an incredibly imaginative and funny author and the creator of the #prayforHiram tag, would you share your top 5 most outrageous head canons about Hiram Lodge? Please and thank you! (I know a guy who knows a guy who can deliver all the doritos without asking any questions, if you're interested)

OMG THIS ASK IS BRILLIANT! Thank you so much for gracing my inbox with this! SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND!

So my feelings for Hiram in Riverdale went from “Aw yes racketeering for the capital value play!” to “what. the. actual. fuck.” from s1 to s5, but in that glorious transformation, like a butterfly from a chrysalis, Hiram has become one of my favourite characters. #prayforHiram

So, I thought a lot about this and I just couldn’t stop laughing at the crack my brain was coming up with, so here, as you so kindly prompted, are my top 5(ish) most outrageous headcanons.

Villainy is just showbiz, kids. Hiram is a fucking star and Riverdale is his stage.

Read the nonsense under the cut.

After being denied his acting opportunity, Jaime Luna took his Hiram Lodge inspiration from The Godfather: Little Jaime Luna got the idea after watching Don Vito Corleone’s speech in the Godfather and imagined having the same power, respect and flair. He really, really wanted to be a STAR, but mommy and daddy Luna did not allow it because Jaime really needed to focus on taking over the family business. He considers every interaction a moment for his glory, an opportunity to show off his brilliance, his chiselled jaw or his wrestling prowess.

He has a script - I mean - grand plan: Don’t ruin it, or he’ll come for you and get his goons to beat you up. (LOOKING AT YOU, COFFIN BOY)

He demands PERFECTION and FLAIR of his associates. He will not be denied: He asks his associates for the same ~dramatique flair~ that he possesses, which is why he and Penelope have a weird truce and why he only accepted Reggie Mantle once he grew into his glam rocker haircut and could cock a pistol in perfect synchronicity with his other goons. One of my regrets is that we never saw the OG Stonies and Hiram team up because that would have been insufferably perfect (and I would have added a new tag for Bret: #gayforHiram)

He will be centre stage no matter what: As a denied theatre kid, he feels like he missed the opportunity to be in the spotlight. As a consequence he hates when Archie takes Veronica away from him, because all he wants to do is have her NOTICE HIM and vice versa (see: Hermione Lodge’s comment “your obsession with archie andrews will ruin this family”).

The only RiverParent that strikes fear into his heart is Gladys: Fred is a homewrecking slut (Hiram’s opinion, not my own), Tom Keller has no stomach for villainy, Clifford was boring AF and barely a rival, Hal had a weak chin (which could not hold a candle to Hiram’s own), Mary gives him nothing to work with (Hiram gets bored), Sierra is excellent because she is corrupt and loves it, Miles reminds him of his father, Alice can be easily distracted with some random chaos and FP is hopeless. Gladys, however, is terrifying and people PAY ATTENTION TO HER. Hiram does not like this. People pay attention to Penelope, but attention whore to attention whore (affectionate) he *understands* her. She has a flair for the dramatic; she is the epitome of cloak and dagger, as long as the cloak is fur-trimmed and she’s naked underneath. Hiram gets this, and he hates her for putting Veronica in danger, but they have a shaky truce (yes, this truce includes burning down the maple groves because yolo).

On the other hand, Gladys is cold fucking psycho bitch who gives no fucks and would step all over Hiram’s ego without even realising it. Now that’s power. #girlboss

Hiram has two (barely) acceptable partners for Veronica: No one will ever be good enough for Veronica Lodge. I know it, he knows it and he has no qualms telling her suitors that they suck a bag of dicks. He has never liked Archie, but over time the boy with the absTM has grown on him like a tumor (#prayforHiram) because Archie has a flair for villainous drama (see: the Red Circle) and is susceptible to suggestion (see: the Red Circle). He is also musically inclined. Not that he’s good, but Hiram probably thinks that if he just took Archiekins under his wing that he could someday become a triple threat. Many of Hiram’s favourite memories involve beating and beating up Archie. He is the least worst choice and for that reason he will tolerate him. I totally stan andsmile’s theory about Hiram being a barchie hater and setting fire to the porch to break them up so that he can get invited to the varchie wedding. He just wants to do the Don Corleone speech. LET HIM, YOU MONSTERS.

The other person he will tolerate is Cheryl Blossom aka Cherry Bombshell aka Nightmare Child. Now that woman knows how to fuck shit up. Plus it would upset Penelope a bit, so that’s exciting.

If you’re wondering about Reggie, it’s: eh? Like, Hiram prefers him with the flair hair, but he’s too scruffy for Veronica now. Maybe he would change his tune if Reggie put out fires or mined palladium with his shirt off. No promises tho.

Other headcannons

When Hiram quarantined Riverdale, the real longcon was to cut off the Dorito supply routes: #LetThemEatTostitos. Ungrateful, meddling twerps.

“Mija, I built that prison, I can come and go as I please”: strong Narcos fan. He watches it in his home-made prison mancave, practicing “Plata o plomo” to perfect the intonation. <3

The real reason he blew up the prison is that the paperwork was becoming too tedious. The real travesty these days is how many lawyers are needed for good old-fashioned villany. Due to the depreciation schedule of the prison, he still had a few years until his assets were fully amortised (it also got super fucked up in the time jump seven years from 2020 to 2021 - many of his taxation lawyers quit because of THAT mind fuck). So Hiram blew up his prison to claim malicious damages. He probably blamed it on a tweaked-out Jughead.

The real reason he wants a palladium mine is to fill Archie porn bingo squares: Miner, Fireman, Boxer, Footballer, Teacher/Coach, Soldier, Prisoner, Musician, Gang member, Farmer, Superhero, Minor (hahah don’t shoot me, I’m just commenting on Riverdale’s serves) #It’slegalnow

Hope you enjoyed these and thanks so much for waiting so long for me to FINALLY COMPLETE IT. <3

[nadjaofstatenisland]

riverpartents + what language they took in high school

Fred - Spanish

Mary - French

FP - Spanish

Alice - Spanish

Hal - French

Hermione - Spanish

Hiram - French

Penelope - French

Sierra - French

Tom - Spanish