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mattey-stu · 7 months
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Ftm!Jughead Jones x male!reader
This is set in season 5, when theyre adults:)
NSFW!!
This font: Jughead
This font: M/N (male name)
Jughead was never really into guys.I mean- he once admitted to Betty in high school years that hes realised that hes bisexual.He was working at pops, as a waiter.He and his old friends are trying to make Riverdale alive again, and he barely had any money, so he had to work as a waiter AND a teacher.As you walked in he sighed, while greeting you and giving you a menu.You ordered and while he was taking your order he realised how cute you were.Your voice, your hair, your eyes, your nose, your lips...He found them perfect.Even hot, actually."Hey- arent you the guy who wrote that book?I think its name was-" "the outcasts?Yeah thats me." He finished your sentence.He smiled at you softly, too.He liked you even more now. "hey- mind if i sit down with you while you eat?I doubt any customers will come in." "No, actually, i dont.Feel free." "Thanks-...." "M/N." "Right, M/N....Hey, another question...You wanna come to mine after my shift?Its almost over." Jughead asked with a bit of hidden excitement and horniness in his voice."yeah, sure." God, Jughead was so happy, that someone actually agreed to come to his house.He hasnt felt like this since- Betty....But he didnt want to think about that, all he wanted to think about was you at the moment. "Alright then, its a date." Soon Jugheads shift ended.Since there wasnt much people at the diner at this hour, you two were just talking most of the time.You waited till he got his stuff and the two of you left.You and Jug made your way to his house.You took your jacket/hoodie off (if you were wearing one) and looked around.You knew he wants to hook up.I mean, why would someone randomly invite you to their house while they dont even know you?Oh, and how right you were about that hook up.He pinned you to the wall and immediatly started making out with you.I mean, hes pretty needy after such long time with barely any action.Even tho he hasnt done this shit for a while, he was still good at it.You took his shirt off, along with yours.He pulled your and his pants off, and continued kissing you.He found you very hot, and he just couldnt seem to get you off his mind.He put you down on the bed and switched places.You were now on top of him and he was now under you.He took his and your boxers off and you inserted two fingers into him and as your fingers went in and out, you curled them up.You knew how that would make him feel.When you got the sign that you can go in, you very certainly did.He let out the sluttiest fucking moan you have ever heard.You kept going, making him yelp and moan."mh- 'm gonna cum-" he whimpered, and came.You continued fucking into him, and clearly wanting to cum inside.He also made it clear that you can.Your thrusting sped up and it slowly got slow and sloppy as you came inside the boy.You plopped down next to him and kissed him.You two covered yourselves with the blanket, and fell asleep.
-END OF ONESHOT-
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andsmile · 2 years
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everytime i close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
tabitha leaves with a hug and a whisper: just think about what I said.
veronica does.
she thinks about archie’s smile when she walked in that bright place and he opened that door, about clinging to him for dear life because if only, if only—thinks about noticing the lack of scent on his skin and realizing none of it was real.
but it was, wasn’t it? that was archie on the couch next to her, the couch where they kissed for the first—second—time, the one where she looked into his eyes and promised she’d always, always be in his corner. that was archie, on the same couch he was sitting on when she left, and when that door opened, she hoped, she thought—that maybe, she hadn’t.
but it was his heaven. betty walked in. veronica was only down his road.
he was happy, there. he was. wasn’t him? she should let him be. archie and betty, happy in their little yellow house with their little kids who looked exactly like little them. happiness is all she ever wanted of him. right?
-
when her doorbell rings the next day. betty is outside, with yellow roses in her arms. the bouquet gets smushed between them when she hugs her tightly.
“v! we’ve decided to come have breakfast with you,” betty says, handing her the flower bouquet. veronica looks over betty’s shoulder and realizes there is archie, standing tall and carrying a signature cooper picnic basket.
she wants them to leave, she wants them to stop trying to insert her in their picket fence romance. the kiss was fun, but it was more than enough, and now things are different—she died for him, her soul literally left her body to follow him down an unknown darkness.
“good morning, ronnie,” he says, quieter and shier than she thought he’d be, and bottom line is that archie is there, alive, breathing, smiling softly at her, his heart beating and the blood pumping in his veins that her powers allow her to sense and hell, she can’t find it in herself to tell them not to stay.
“come in. i'll make us some mimosas that will rise us from the dead.”
betty beams, and archie chuckles. veronica lets them walk into her house. she can feel his scent when he passes her by.
truth is, he's alive. he’s breathing. there’s blood in his veins. nothing else matters.
-
archie offers to wash the breakfast dishes. he’s done that before, in those few blessed and frozen weeks they spent together before it all came crashing down.
veronica mentions the dishwasher.
it's supposed to be nothing. it's just out of habit—she’d always mention the dishwasher, before, and he'd say, i’ll do these in a minute, and she’d reply from the other side of the counter with, you know there’s a dishwasher, right? it cost me three thousand dollars. it even sings for you when it finishes, and he’d laugh, and he’d kiss her smile, and he’d blush while saying sounds exactly like me, and she’d moan when he’d haul her up the counter, and—
this time, now, there’s a blush across his cheekbones that betray their shared memories. it’s supposed to be nothing, but it’s everything.
betty probably notices the flush on his cheeks, and the look on veronica’s too. she’s tipsy on the mimosas and she makes a face, jokes, “oh, you two are nasty. spare me the details.”
archie looks caught, leans in to kiss his girlfriend, and it scares veronica, how quickly she’d forget that betty is sitting right there with them. how quickly she’d forget everything.
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fate catches them alone in another kitchen—his, this time. everyone is gathered in the living room and veronica offers to brew them coffee just so she has anything to do with her hands and distract herself from the fact that the last time she was even in that house, it was when archie told her all he ever wanted was betty.
she can see traces of her best friend all over the house, too, like the detective romance paperback she’s reading on top of the coffee table, or the vanilla cream she likes with her coffee since forever in the fridge. she wonders if one would’ve noticed the traces she left in that house. she wonders if archie even missed them when they were gone.
when she opens the drawer that used to have cutlery, she’s presented with some other kitchen nonsense—dish towels and place mats. everything is the same, but everything is so different. she suddenly wants to cry, but she swallows it—wouldn’t want her tears to harm anyone around her.
“veronica?” he pulls her from her thoughts. she turns around to look at him, and it’s the weirdest sense of dèja-vu. “do you need any help finding anything?”
“just, uh,” she takes a deep breath, hoping he didn’t notice the sharp pain in her chest, “just the spoons.”
“oh, betty changed them to this drawer,” he says, showing her another drawer, and handing her a spoon.
“makes sense,” she says. the drawer does make a lot more sense in the kitchen scheme, right under the kitchen counter where they often prep the meals. veronica briefly looks at him, trying not to betray her own eyes. he's thinner, and his hair is way too long, and she misses him so violently she almost can’t deal. if she had known. if only she had known.
“i never thanked you, you know,” archie says, in that quiet, shy way he’s been reserving to her lately. “for…going after me.”
“there’s no need for that.” veronica shakes her head. “i mean, it wasn’t enough to bring you back, anyway. i just—”
“it was, though,” he says. there’s as much space between them as there was the last time they had a conversation in this kitchen. “i was coming on my own before cheryl pulled us back. i believed you. i was just surprised when you told me all of that.”
“oh,” veronica says. she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, feeling suddenly so small. “i mean, i guess it’s not every day your ex-girlfriend shows up in your sweethere after to make you leave your wife and kids and come back to fight a war you thought you had already won,” she lets out a nervous laugh.
“i guess,” archie shrugs his shoulder. “but you still did it. so, thank you.”
“you’re welcome,” she tries a small smile.
“and i thought you should know, i would’ve done the same for you.”
veronica takes in a deep breath. she wonders if there’s a scenario where she tells him, right there and now, that she still loves him, that she’ll always love him, that she has always loved him. if there’s a scenario where she says fuck betty and fuck this universe, and just lets him know, just let him understand that she walked away but she was wrong, she was so wrong. that the life he saw with betty is the kind of life she wanted with him, just in a different background, in a different town. she wonders if there’s a scenario where this all matters. Where she kisses him without warning and asks, did you really forget me?
it's up for grabs.
“i know.”
-
she doesn’t grab it.
(not yet, anyway.)
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devilish-blue · 9 months
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~Devilish Smoke Shoppe~
Hi you smokin' pervs, i'm Devilish or Blue, and i am here to fulfill whatever horny, angsty, or fluffy needs you have. Everything you guys are about to see is everything i will do, so eat your guys' gross little hearts out <;33
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Fandoms/Things i will write:
TV Shows:
Wednesday:
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Xavier Thorpe
Tyler Galpin
Ajax Petropolus
Cobra Kai:
Miguel Diaz
Robby Keene
Hawk/Eli Moskowitz
Demetri Alexpoulos
Tory Nichols
Samantha LaRusso
Riverdale:
Jughead Jones
FP Jones
Archie Andrews
Sweetpea
Reggie Mantle
Betty Cooper
Veronica Lodge
Toni Topaz
Cheryl Blossom
South Park (Aged up and/or Post Covid!):
Stan Marsh
Kyle Broflovski
Kenny McCormick
Eric Cartman
Tolkien Black
Craig Tucker
Tweek Tweak
Clyde Donovan
Big Mouth:
Judd Birch
Human Resources:
Maury Beverley
Connie LaCienega
Emmy Fairfax
Rochelle Hillhurst
Mona
Pete Doheny
Youtubers/Streamers:
Youtubers:
Sam and Colby
Markiplier
CoryXKenshin
EddieVR
JuicyFruitSnacks
JoshDub
Mully
YourNarrator
Streamers:
WilburSoot
Quackity
Jschlatt
Sapnap
KarlJacobs
Slimecicle
Foolishgamers
Horror Characters:
Slashers:
Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Marcher)
Michael Myers
Jason Vorhees
Brahms Heelshire
Creepypastas:
Ticci Toby
Masky
Hoodie
Eyeless Jack
Homicidal Liu
Jeff The Killer
Ben Drowned
Laughing Jack
My Do's And Don'ts:
Do's:
Kinks
Smut
Fluff
Angst
Headcanons
Oneshots
Don'ts:
Spam me
Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.
Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.
OKAY so now that you guys know everything, basically, you can request it because i honestly can't think of anything on my own. ALSO i am looking to do commissions, if you are interested then please let me know <;33 Smoke your pervy little hearts out <33
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yourjughead · 1 month
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Begin Again
Sweet Pea X Reader Oneshot
Synopsis: Sweet Pea is longing to have you be his again after a drunken mistake he made a few years ago.
A/N: Short-ish, fluffy.
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“Pea, do we have to do this every day?”
“Only until you say yes YNN” the tall Serpent practically towered over you as he leaned across the Whyte Wyrm bar top where you polished glasses.
“SP, give it a break, you're sounding desperate” Fangs smirked at his best friends daily ritual, sliding onto a barstool next to him.
“I'm just looking for another chance is all”
“Pea one of these days I'm gonna roll my eyes so hard at you I'm gonna go blind” you gently patted his shoulder smilingly before moving down the bar to take another Serpents drink order. Jugheads birthday party getting into the full swing of things.
“You've worked so hard to get back to this place SP, are you sure you want to risk losing it all again”
“Fangs, I just know we're supposed to be more but maybe it's time to just call it” Sweet Pea watched your outline drift into the sea of Serpents as you moved from behind the bar with a tray of drinks. You had known one another for over two decades, raised in the shadow of this very bar. Partners in crime with a healthy dose of one-sided outwards pining but mutual feelings. The two of you had dated before, it crashing and burning almost two years ago.
Sweet Pea scanned the room, his gaze landing on Veronica Lodge, laughing with her Riverdale counterparts.
“Ugh I know that look” Fangs followed his glance before taking a swig from his drink.
“What?”
“That's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and pretend it's yn because that's who I really want but can't have, look”
“Sounds like it needs a rebrand” Sweet Pea chuckled in return before pushing off the bar and strolling over to reacquaint himself with the raven haired girl boss. He squished into the booth alongside the Northsiders and began to work his magic on Veronica as you rejoined Fangs at the bar, apron and drink in hand.
“Finished for the night YNN?”
“Yeah, right on time to watch that trainwreck” you plastered a smile across your face that didn't quite reach your eyes as you took a deep drink from your glass and threw the apron around the other side of the bar.
“I know you want him back and you're scared what happened…will happen again”
“Woah Dr. Fogarty when's the daytime advice show airing?” you laughed as Fangs joined you. Fangs passed his drink from his hand to yours, taking your empty glass. You tore your eyes from the booth and landed them on Archie Andrews, back fresh from active duty. He moved through the crowd heading back to his friends from the bathroom.
“Oh god, not that look”
“What?”
“That's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and distract myself from the deep unresolved feelings I have towards Sweet Pea, look”
“A rebrand should be considered” he laughed at you and your similarities to Sweet Pea. He considered a career in behavioural psychology as you sprung from your chair with a fresh drink and swanned over to Archie.
The night took a very drunk turn from there, for all parties involved. Dancing and drinking and shameless flirting were heavy themes of the night. You felt Archie's hands trace your hips as you both swayed to the music growing in volume. Throwing your head back laughing at whatever Archie said, his mouth quickly attached to your neck. Your surprise turned to rising pleasure and then very quickly to shock as the red head was suddenly pulled back from you.
“Hey!”
“Hey yourself Andrews!” Sweet Pea stepped between the both of you, pushing Archie backwards by the chest.
“Sweet Pea leave it” you tried to pull him by the shoulder back only to have him shrug you off and whip around back to you.
“You're being stupid YN” you scoffed at him as Archie began to give out again. Sweet Pea whirled around, his bare fist meeting the side of Archie's jaw. Fangs launched himself from the bar, Jughead following suit, attempting to separate the two of them as they began to brawl. Your head started to swirl from the alcohol, fed up with the boys in front of you, you separated from them, and out the door.
You made it a little way along the road up from the bar as Sweet Peas drunken gait met you.
“YN, where are you going!?”
“Away from you!” You shouted back, matching his tone. He reached you quickly, catching your wrist and turning you to face him.
“Let go of me!”
“YN when are we going to stop pretending you don't still have feelings for me!” His wild eyes searched yours for answers, wishing to not hear what you said next.
“When are you going to stop pretending you didn't hurt me!” You snatched back your wrist and stomped in the direction of home again.
“YN, that was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake, she didn't mean anything to me-”
“-then why'd you do it?” You suddenly turned again, bumping into his chest. The street lights cut through the night as you bite back alcohol induced tears.
“I… I don't have any excuses. I've said I'm sorry but I'll say it again, I'll never stop saying it. I made out with that girl. I did and I have never not regretted it, I'm sorry” you looked into his genuine eyes as they dampened with tears. He caught hold of your shoulders and stepped in closer.
“YN, I am sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I said I'd be happy to have you in my life even just as a friend, that I'd make peace with whatever scraps you'd give me but….I need you. I need you to be mine again and I need you to need me” he gulped at the end of his confession and then leaned in to meet your lips. A flush of memories enveloped both of you, warm and comforting, familiar and pure. You separated again, dismay painting your face but not as much as Sweet Pea’s when the palm of your hand sailed across his face.
“That…That was for drunkenly kissing that girl the first night we went long distance” you then shoved him backwards, tears now streaming down your face as you gritted out “That…that was for once again getting behind the walls I built to keep you away” you grabbed the collar of his shirt then, hauling him back to you again. He went willingly, too dumbfounded to put up a fight. You pulled him down to meet your lips again prior to pushing him back, still holding his collar.
“And that…that was for making me want to try again” he gently lowered down your hands, keeping them in his. You rested your head off his chest, he dropped your hands and draped his arms over you, pulling you in. You both stood there for a long time in the glow of the street lights above you.
“Fangs owes me 100$”
“Why?” you laughed into him, reaching for his hand and pulling him into a walk again, not really sure what direction you were heading in.
“He said I'd never wear you down again, bet 100$ two years ago when we started being friends again”
“You owe me half of that” you smiled.
“I owe you everything
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ao3feed-jarchie · 1 year
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Better with you
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/4gUpaDW
by Ace_Fanboy0405
During a bad night, Archie might have tried something that made him end up in the hospital and during a moment, where his brain was all foggy from painkillers, he promised his mother to go to group therapy.
Who could have known that he would find his boyfriend there?
Words: 2025, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 33 of Riverdale Oneshots, Part 26 of Jughead x Archie works
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Original Characters, Fred Andrews, Mary Andrews
Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews & Jughead Jones
Additional Tags: Suicide Attempt, Schizophrenia, Group Therapy, Archie Andrews has schizophrenia, Bisexual Archie Andrews, Bisexual Male Character, Bullying, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Abandonment Issues, humor is a coping mechanism, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Swearing, Physical Abuse, Coming Out, Acute episode, Mental Disorders, confessing one’s feelings
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/4gUpaDW
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ao3feed--bughead · 4 months
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Everything else just fades away
by Ace_Fanboy0405
With the COVID-19 pandemic over and the rules of distance being put down, the band is finally able to go back on stage. Betty is worried about her boyfriend’s health and Archie is his self and almost ruins the whole tour — thankfully Reggie is able to jump in for him.
Words: 2165, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Ruverdale Gang Oneshots
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Reggie Mantle
Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge
Additional Tags: Band Fic, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Plays after COVID-19, Reggie Mantle is the token single friend, Goofie gang, Fluff and Mush, Perhaps a little bit of angst, Betty Cooper Loves Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Protective Betty Cooper, Panic Attacks, but in the past, mostly - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Anxiety Disorder, Archie Andrews Being an Idiot, Reggie Mantle Not Being an Asshole, Reggie Mantle is a Good Friend, Nice Reggie Mantle, Jughead Jones & Reggie Mantle Friendship, Not us living out our streams through these small beans, referenced sexual content, but really briefly - Freeform
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51958867
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bossbex · 2 years
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Barchie one-shot! Missing scene from 5x15. I'm taking the crumb we got and turning it into a meal 😏
Warning: angst ahead!
Rating: Explicit
Read on ao3.
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itsrocketsurgery · 3 years
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i think there should be more glee and riverdale crossover fanfiction
1. they have the same kinda hate watch vibe where the show is kinda bad but very fun to watch
2. the characters would not get along. all the glee kids act oppressed when worst case scenario someone dumps a slushi on them but the riverdale kids are actually oppressed and do not acknowledge it. like archie went to prison cheryl went to conversation therapy jughead was almost murdered and they just act like it was another fucking thing that happened
like imagine finn “my girlfriend cheated on my once :(“ and archie “i was attacked by a bear” fighting over who should be quarterback or rachel vs cheryl for who gets to be lead in the school musical like they’d lowkey highkey hate eachother and i want to see it so bad
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cashmeremars · 3 years
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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 || 𝐚.𝐚
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: archie andrews x fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reader gets attacked at Fred’s construction site and is severely hurt
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, violence (you literally get jumped so..), fluff, set in season 1
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k+
𝐚/𝐧: the way this was requested in 2017 oof 
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The crackling of the fireplace was subtle as the mellow flames dimly lit the room. The stars outside were almost completely visible through the slightly frosted windows of the warm building. Soft music played in the background as the sound of gentle chattering fluttered throughout the room. Off in their own corner of the room was a young couple exchanging whispers and gazes to one another. Anybody could tell they were in love with one another as their hearts melted like chocolate under the sun.
“Hey, thanks for helping out today. It really helped in moving things along. I think my dad likes you more than me now.” Archie laughed softly as he held your hand in his. Archie looked across the small brown table as he stared lovingly into your eyes. Two cups of warm coffee sat between the two as Archie wrapped your fingers around his.
“Thank you, Archie. You know I’d do anything to help you and your family out.” you smiled, steam blowing lightly away from your face as you spoke. You smiled up at Archie when he started to rub your fingers with his.
“I’m just glad it took a lot less time than it usually does. Things have gotten so stressful this year and it’s nice to have another pair of hands helping, especially if it means I get to spend more time with you” Archie spoke with a small smile. You felt your heart flutter lightly at the words. 
“Easy win-win for you then. It’s getting pretty late isn’t it?” You asked as you turned to look at the old clock hanging on the wall
“Yeah. Do you wanna get a ride or something? I can drive you back to my house or you can stay at my place tonight?” Archie spoke
“Archie, I live like 3 seconds away from you, and I have my own car” 
“Sorry, I guess I was being a bit of a clingy boyfriend” Archie nodded his head downwards with an awkward chuckle and what seemed to be a light blush.
“Don’t apologize. It’s cute that you care so much for me” you smiled as you got up and grabbed your things. As you were about to walk away, you felt a slight tug on your arm that forced you to avert your attention towards the boy
“Hey, be safe okay? I’ll see you tomorrow” Archie spoke softly. You turned towards him and gave him a quick peck and two gentle pats on his cheek before turning back towards the door as you gave your goodbyes to everyone else.
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You shivered as a cold air lingered up your spine, rattling your bones one by one as you took your first step out of the cabin. You wrapped your jacket around yourself tightly as you looked around standing on the porch of the cabin. It was dark, which was expected as it was nearly midnight. The cold air had left signatures of your own breath fluttering around your head. Leaves scattered the ground as autumn was among them, along with something much darker. 
You sighed once more as you made your way down the creaky cabin steps on the way to your car. Just as you were making your way to the parking lot, a twig snapped in the distance. You whipped your head towards the noise, squinting as you looked into the gathering of trees behind the cabin before turning around. You figured it was just another construction worker in the background. You continued to make your way to your car before stopping. It was almost as though an ominous silhouette had been shifting behind you on the path. You shuffled your feet slightly to turn once more before an abrupt rush of pain made its way to your forehead. It was as if 100 baseball bats had been battered against your head. You sharply cried as you fell to the ground. Blood started to rush down your forehead as you clutched your head in pain. Through the gloss of your eyes, you were able to make out multiple feet gathered around your body. A swift kick to your stomach stopped you from yelling for help. Then there was another kick, and then another, until it felt like the kicks would never stop. Your blood mixed with dirt as you could do nothing but cry.
“Help! Someone help me please!” You managed to croak.
“You’re on your own, darling” One of the attackers said before spitting on you and cackling along with the others. 
Fists connected with bones as feet were rammed into flesh. You couldn’t move, and you certainly couldn’t fight back. One final kick to your face had sent you into the depths of unconsciousness, you could faintly hear the cabin door slam open before the voice of your boyfriend was heard. 
It was funny how fast circumstances could change. One second you were surrounded by an atmosphere that screamed love, and safety. A place filled with comfort, a place that was warm, a place that was kind. But it was all just a blanket of security. A blanket that was ripped out from over your body, exposing you to the trouble that lurked just around the corner. Now you were on the ground in a puddle of your own blood. Nothing to protect you, forced to face the harsh realities of life on your own. The harowest of realities. You were in the dark. 
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Streams of harsh light filtered through your eyelids as you began to regain consciousness. The blood rushing rapidly to your head and the abrasive thumping of your brain had caused you to wince and shut your eyes once more. You let a quiet groan as you felt your eyes welling from the pain once again. The aching and pain prickling at your body had hit you all at once. Every bruise, scratch, and cut could be felt simultaneously, almost knocking the breath out of you. You flinched slightly as your tears slid down over the bruises on your face. 
“Darling?” a soft voice spoke in the corner with a sniffle
“Archie?” you whispered as you attempted to turn your head towards the source of the voice
“Oh my god, you’re awake” Archie sighed as he frantically moved to your bedside, quickly placing your hand in his
“How did I get here?” You ask with a squint. The white lighting in the hospital room was not easing your pounding headache.
“Some guys almost beat you to death when you were walking to your car, when we finally got to you, you were passed out so we drove here as fast as we could”
“Right” you spoke, your eyes welling up with tears as you remembered the utter fear that submerged your body
“It’s my fault” Archie spoke quietly before turning his head away from you
“What are you talking about?” you ask, trying your best to get him to face you once again
“If I hadn’t let you stay with me that late at night, you would’ve been home. Safe. From whoever the hell was trying to hurt you” Archie explained as a tear fell silently from his face and onto the white blanket draped on your body
“Archie-” You whispered
“No. It is my fault. I should’ve walked you to your car, or taken you home myself. But all I did was tell you to be safe, and let you go. Then the exact opposite happened” From the corner of your eye you could see Archie’s fist turning pale as he tightly gripped the side of your hospital bed.
“Archie. Please don’t blame yourself. It really wasn’t your fault. I’m also not in the condition to comfort you anyways” You said as you weakly reached your hand out to him
“Right, sorry” he said before quickly wiping a tear and dragging his chair closer to your bed
“It’s fine” you said as your eyes began to flutter closed again
“Gosh, I just hope we find those assholes that did this to you so they can rot in prison” archie said as he roughly dragged his fingers through his hair
“It just happened so fast, Archie” you said after a beat of silence. The slight waver in your voice caused Archie to glance up at you immediately
“What?” He asked as he leaned in closer to you
“One second I was just walking out of the cabin, and then I got punched in the face. Then beat to the ground. I felt helpless, Arch. I couldn’t do anything, I could barely even yell for help. I’ve never felt so weak and useless in my life, Archie. At that moment, I felt like I was going to die, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I just had to hope that it would be over soon, or that someone would come and rescue me. I hate that I couldn’t defend myself, and I had to wait for someone to find me. What if it happens again, and I’m completely alone? I wouldn’t be able to do anything. Do you know how quickly they could just kill me, Archie? I wouldn’t have a choice but to accept it. I can’t do anything for myself. I’m hopeless.”
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t say that. It’s okay, you’re not weak. Quite frankly, there isn’t much people can do when they’re literally being jumped by several strangers. Don’t feel bad because you couldn’t defend yourself, and please don’t feel bad that you “needed saving”. You’re not going to die, alright? The only thing that matters is that you’re alive, and I will do anything to make sure this doesn’t happen again, to you or anyone.” Archie said before planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand. At this point you were nearly sobbing as you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You finally got to take a good look at Archie and saw that his eyes were a vicious red, indicating that he had been crying the past few hours. Archie gazed at you softly as tears of his own began to slip down his cheeks.
“Thank you, Archie. I love you” You whispered, continuing to gaze into his eyes.
“I love you too” Archie uttered back as he softly caressed the back of your hand, just as he had earlier today.
The door opened slightly before a concerned head peeked through.
“Is everything okay in here, Archie?” Fred asked before diverting his attention to you,“Oh, you’re awake?” He said before lightly slipping into the hospital room.
“Yeah, I was just asking how she was” Archie explained, looking back at his father quickly before returning his attention to you
“Do you mind if I have a minute with her, Archie?” Fred asked timidly as he shoved his hands into his pockets 
“Yeah, sure” Archie replied hesitantly before getting up to leave.
Fred watched as Archie left the room, only turning his attention to you once the door had shut.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, taking a seat that Archie had just occupied
“Fine” You muttered before pursing your lips together and staring up at the ceiling
“Really?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in concern
“It hurts. A lot. That’s all I can really say about it.” You spoke once more
“Listen, darling, we’re gonna do everything in our power to find whoever did this to you, and make sure that they face the consequences they deserve. There will be no mercy for whoever harmed my future daughter in law” Fred said sternly, contrasting the worried look that engulfed his features.
There was a long pause of silence as you processed what he had just said to you.
“Daughter in law?” You asked meekly, finally turning to face him.
“Oh, right. Too soon?” He asked with a slight chuckle
“Not at all. It has a nice ring to it” You said with a fond smile
“Good. I’ll make sure you stay alive long enough to make it official” He said in an attempt to lighten the mood. You laughed softly before you spoke once again, “Thank you, Mr.Andrews”
“Anything for my future daughter in law” He replied with a wink before heading out of the hospital room.
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Archie entered the room almost immediately and headed straight towards you. 
“What did he say to you?” He asked as he noticed the warm smile adorning your bruised face
“Oh, uh, nothing” You said, trying and failing to hide your bliss.
“Really? He walked out of here with a weird smile on his face. Seemed a bit smug.” He explained with a brow raised in suspicion.
“It was nothing too important, Archie. At least not yet.” You said before turning your head to the ceiling once again and shutting your eyes.
For as long as you were in the dark, Archie would be the light that would guide you.
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a/n: sorry if this was weird but i don’t even watch riverdale anymore lmaooo. i might have been a bit detached writing this lol.
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closedmadness · 4 years
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𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄
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summary: the ultimate mean boy in riverdale high is you. everyone knew that. there was just a cold, tall walls around you that is hard to break down. however, sweet pea decides to climb it up instead
pairings: sweet pea x male reader
warnings → reader is an asshole (slightly)・swearing ・slight violence・physical abuse・shitty parents・homophobic slur・a tiny bit of fluff
a/n: There will be a part 2!
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Sweet Pea watched you smoke on the bleachers, alone and glaring at everyone who dares look at your way. You were clearly not a people person from how you act around.
“Who’s that?” Sweet Pea asked, nudging Jughead with his elbow and pointing at your direction discreetly.
The corefour, Toni, Cheryl and Fangs stops whatever they were doing to look at where he pointed and after seeing you, the corefour instantly looked away. “Why? Why do you ask?” Jughead asked, seemingly scared.
Sweet Pea furrowed his brows; all of the corefour seemed scared of you. “Just curious.” He replied.
“His name is (Y/n) (L/n).” Cheryl answered for everyone. “He's the worst type of boy in this school.” She added with a distaste look.
Archie was next to chime in, “He curses at anyone who looks at his way, beats up anyone who mess with him and hates everybody.” His explanation was pretty accurate and the corefour plus Cheryl nodded in agreement, their fear plastered their expression.
“Even Cheryl can't stand up to him.” Veronica comments, earning a glare from the red head, but she didn't deny it.
“The only idiot who stand up to him is Reggie. He kinda have a death wish.” Betty shrugged.
Sweet Pea turned back to look at you and sees that Reggie was now in front of you, obviously provoking you and trying to get a rise out of you. Everyone watched anxiously as Reggie, alone, kept poking your chest with his finger. Though, in Sweet Pea's eyes, Reggie was failing to get a rise out of you as you just sat there on the bleachers looking at him uninterested, blowing out smokes.
They could make out what Reggie was telling you; calling you names, saying you don't belong anywhere, that you deserve to die for being such a jerk. However, you remained unfazed, as if you were used to being called and said to like that. A sigh left your lips as you dropped the cigarette and stepped on it, standing up from the bleachers. Reggie smirked, about to make an snarky comment, but a fist colliding with his face prevents him and he was knocked to the ground. Everyone's eyes widened as you hovered above him, stepping on his hands and errupting a painful yell from him.
“You don't really learn, do you?” Your low and dark voice send a shiver down Sweet Pea's spine. “I told you many times to stay the fuck away from me.” You spat harshly, before raising your clenched fist and punching Reggie in the face with full force.
Everyone panicked as you punched him repeatedly, trying to find a way to stop the fight but failing miserably. No one can stop you, not even Weatherbee, and if you continued punching Reggie he might not live. A loud crack was heard, possibly from Reggie's nose.
Sweet Pea watched the way you punched Reggie — he somehow recognized rage in the way you did, like there was something else you've been going through and you're just letting it out on the Bulldog, switching your hands once in a while when the other hurt too much punching his face. Reggie attempted to push you off of him and he pushed your stomach, and it was just a glimpse but Sweet Pea saw the way pain appeared on your face, before you turned back to repeatedly punching Reggie.
“Stop! Mr. (L/n)! Enough!” Weatherbee yelled, rushing over, but not getting close to you completely.
You looked up from Reggie to him, rage radiating off of you, before it slowly disappeared and was replaced with an annoyed look. You clicked your tongue and got off of Reggie, kicking him on his stomach in the process. Your fist was busted open and bloody, but you didn't care as you grabbed your bag and walked off without turning back.
Sweet Pea stood up from his seat, alarming his friends. “Woah, woah, where are you going?” Jughead asked, stopping him by grabbing his arm.
“To aid (Y/n).” He responded, shrugging casually.
They looked at him as if he was crazy. “Are you crazy? You'll only get a punch in return for trying to help him.” Archie said as he shakes his head.
Sweet Pea smirked, “What a challenge.” Before walking off to follow after you.
The corefour and Cheryl turned to the two serpents, giving them a look. Fangs shrugged, “He likes challenges.”
“It's his fault if he ended up having a blackeye and a bruised lip.” Toni added, earning a nod of agreement from Fangs. They continued to talk all the while the corefour worried about the boy’s safety.
Sweet Pea saw you sitting by the wall in the hallway, clenching and unclenching your fist. Your knuckles were bloody, busted open by the force of punching Reggie in the face. “Stop doing that.” He said, crouching down in front of you, first aid kit in his hands.
You glared at him, “Get the fuck away from me.” Venom can be heard from your tone, but Sweet Pea didn't flinch even a bit. He knew it was coming, seeing as you always did it to everyone.
He ignored your words and stared at your busted open knuckles. “If you keep doing that, it'll get worst.” He scolded, making you roll your eyes.
“What do you want?” You snapped, furrowing your brows in irritation and glaring at him.
“Can't you see what I want?” He retorted, holding out the first aid kit and showing it to you. You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him and avoiding eye contact. “Let me take a look at it.” He said and grabbed your right hand gently.
You flinched at first, not feeling used to someone being gentle, but didn't smack his hands away. He started working quietly, treating your bloody knuckles as you clenched your jaw and prevented yourself from hissing in pain at the sting.
The way he held your hand as he treated it was so gentle, you could almost hear his thoughts of not wanting it to hurt you too much. There was care and gentleness in his movement; something that you've never experienced before from anyone, ever since the day your mother left you to deal with your alcoholic father. The thought made you so bitter and couldn't help but bite your tongue.
After wrapping a bondage around your right hand, Sweet Pea moved to treat the other hand, his move as gentle and caring as before. Your eyes fell back on him, studying him closely — he was the first one to approach you without getting scared. He was also the first one to show you kindness. You didn't understand why he was being nice to you. Certainly his friends warned him about you, based on how it looked earlier after you caught him pointing at you discreetly. His friends looked scared when they were explaining who you were, and you wondered why this guy didn't find you intimidating or scary.
Instead, he went on helping you treat your busted knuckles. You don't know how to react to it.
“Okay, it's done.” He said, holding both of your hands and looking at it rather proudly.
You looked down on your hands. The bondage aren't wrapped neatly like how the nurses do it, but it was proper enough to cover your wound. There was some sort of signs that he seemed used to treating other's wounds, then you realized he was a serpent. He's probably used to treating wounds from fighting with people.
“Yeah, you’re done. Now, get the hell away from me.” You said, looking at him.
He chuckled, “Are you this always rude?” You rolled your eyes and turned your head away, deciding to just ignore him until he stops bothering you.
You knew he was gonna leave anyway; his kindness won't last long. He'll leave you eventually. Even if you became friends with him, he'll end up being like your mother. He'll end up leaving you, and you'll be alone again. That's a big no-no — being attached to someone and suddenly be left alone is the worst feeling ever.
Even though you were thankful at him for showing you kindness, you had no plan of getting to know him.
“I'm Sweet Pea.” He introduced despite having noticed of your plan to ignore him. “Just thought I'd let you know.” He said before standing up and walking away, deciding he'd bother you tomorrow again.
There was just something in you that he wanted to solve — maybe, he wants to help you in whatever you were going through. So he decided, it was best to climb up a wall that cannot be break down.
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You got home from school, immediately noticing the intense smell of alcohol reeking all over the house. Your lips turned downward into a frown, movement becoming cautious as you entered the living room. You met with beer bottles scattering around the floor and the whole living room being a mess, your father sitting on the couch seemingly drunk.
His kind of drunk was the worst.
“Where the fuck have you been?” He said, narrowing his eyes accusingly.
You rolled your eyes, dropping your bag on the floor as starting to pick up the bottles. “School. Where else would I be?”
“Stop lying to me, (Y/n). I know you went to a guy's house. A fag like you can't keep your dick in your pants.” He spat with venom filled tone. “Your mother was a whore, a disgrace! I'm not surprised you grew up to be like her.”
“Well, at least she was trying to provide money for us even when it was through prostitution, unlike you who's still jobless at this age.” You retorted, a thing that you regretted instantly.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Your father was up in a second, smacking your hand harshly causing the beer bottle you were holding to smash on the floor. You didn't say anything and just glared at him, in a defense stance and stepping backwards. It happened so quickly; within a second your father picked up a piece of shattered beer bottle from the floor and slashed your arm with it, and you stumbled back in shock.
Your butt hit the floor as your hand fly up to hold your arm that was slashed by him, pain instantly filling up your body. He was standing in front of your within a second, holding the bloody piece of beer bottle, glaring down at you. “I- I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I- I didn't mean to talk to you like that.” You stuttered, apologizing, fear eating you up from the inside.
“You'll be sorry once I teach you a lesson.” He said angrily through gritted teeth, before hovering above you and digging the piece of beer bottle on your stomach, a pain filled scream escaping your mouth.
This abuse continued on for a while, his fist colliding with every part of your body as you cried and screamed, begging for him to stop. Your stomach hurts from getting slashed by the piece of beer bottle and him punching it only made the pain increase more.
By the time he was done with you, you were covered in bruises and cuts, your lips busted open, with a blackeye, a bruise forming on your cheek. Every inch of your body hurt as you stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what your life would be if he wasn't your father. If you had a decent family. Maybe, you wouldn't have been harsh and mean to everyone.
You were just a scared little boy hiding behind the cold, harsh, mean mask. Scared of your father's constant abuse, scared of getting attached to someone and being left alone like how your mother left you, scared of letting anyone in. You were scared of everything. You didn't want people to think you're weak, so you act all tough.
You just didn't want to be left alone, and that's why you always told everyone to fuck off.
Then, your mind wanders off to Sweet Pea. How he showed you kindness, how he wasn't scared of you, how he treated your wound so gently and caringly, and thought that if he was with you right now, he would probably have treated your wound.
You felt warmth in him.
A sudden exhaution took you over after remembering him and you closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep, not even bothering to go back to your room.
You thought of being all alone tomorrow again, unaware that Sweet Pea had no plan to stay away from you.
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finalcreacher · 3 years
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Off Day // Archie Andrews Oneshot
A/n- Trans! Archie is having a Bad Body day and doesn't know how to cope, so he messages a friend. 
Word Count: 795
Archie feels overwhelmed.
He sits in front of the shower, fully clothed, for hours. The bath mat underneath providing little comfort from the cold, hard tiled floor. He tries not to think about the ache in his chest, and instead plays with his hands and picks at loose threads on the rug.
He mentally scolds himself to stop. That his mom wouldn't be very happy to see a primary bathroom fixture torn to bits. But when he stops, he starts picking at his hands more. And he can hear his thoughts thundering through and he thinks he might cry. Which is worse than a torn up bath mat.
On days like this, where his body feels all wrong and he can't get up to do what he needs to- he just sits and waits. And waits and waits and waits- Archie doesn't know how to deal with this feeling.
He thinks about Jughead, who once told him that sometimes he had off days too.
Maybe his friend could help.
So he peels himself slowly from the floor, his legs feel like jelly as he walks to his room. He grabs his phone and curls up onto his bed. Not trusting himself to call (he really didn't want his friend to hear how his voice was quivering)- he sends a text to Jug :) .
I'm having an off day
A minute passes. He checks his phone.
Seen is displayed below.
He swallows a ball of anxiety rising in his throat.
Then his phone dings.
How can I help?
Archie immediately asks how he handles these types of days.
Jughead sends it in a listed format, so it's easier to read. He knows Archie has a harder time with digesting longer texts.
Jughead mentions getting into clothes that made him smile. He gets his big red hoodie with Spiderman plastered on the front. It's his favorite color. And a pair of tattered, worn jeans that he always used to wear when he helped his dad out with work.
He also says he likes listening to music to distract any bad thoughts. Archie sorts through a pile of his dad's old records, and picks out a few of his favorites. They're all late 70s to early 90s rock bands- stuff from before he was born.
Lastly he tells him to lay down and focus on the rhythm of the music, how Led Zeppelin was able to lead you in with its guitar riffs and drove you into slow head bops and soft humming with the sound of Plant's voice. Getting into the groove of it.
Archie tries that- he really does. But well into the second or third song the ache in his chest comes back. It's worse than before.
What do I do now? It didn't work
The next text is sent by his friend. Truthfully? I never listen to music just for the sake of listening to it. I'm usually working on my book (...or those poems I send you). I thought that might've been more your speed.
He can feel a warm bubbling sensation in his stomach, like butterflies. He smiles. Jughead had been thinking of him.
You could watch a movie or two, let your music drone softly in the background. Little distractions can help you stop thinking about all the inside stuff.
Archie can imagine Jughead emitting a small laugh at that, and smiling at him. He takes a deep breath, and quickly types out his current thought: I wish you were here
I'm sorry Arch, I know me being at Stonewall pretty much sucks for everyone. Do you want me to come over this weekend?
Before Archie can reply, he sends another one.
We can stay at your place, and I can see if my dad saved any of my old comics and we can read them together. Like we used to.
Ive got some new issues too!! Spiderman good with u dude?
Of course, Archie.
His last text is a thank you followed by two red hearts. He turns his notifications off (temporarily, he’d turn them right back on afterwards. He just needed undisturbed time alone at the moment). He curls himself under the covers, pulling his blankets so they safely come over his ears- only the top of his head poking out. He scrolls through his downloaded movies, clicking his favorite superhero action movie, featuring the beloved Tom Holland. He can feel himself tear up as the music begins, allowing them to fall- only wiping them off when it made it hard to see.
Right now? Things weren’t great, but between his dad’s old music, and the film and his comfy clothes, he thinks he’ll be able to last till the weekend- when he’d be able to see his friend again. 
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theeternalblue · 4 years
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strange you never knew
over a letter, Jughead reflects on his life and his childhood best friend
jughead jones/archie andrews. future fic. from jughead’s pov
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ao3feed-jarchie · 1 year
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Summertrip with my crush
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/grmfl5M
by Ace_Fanboy0405
Jughead had been feeling a little… weird around Archie over the recent time. Certain things were happening when he was seeing him — or simply thinking about him.
For a long time, he didn’t know how to describe that feeling. Now he knew why though.
He had a crush.
And Archie just asked him out to go to the July 4th festival together, which meant sleeping in one bed of a crappy motel because it was the cheapest way.
Words: 1469, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 24 of Jughead x Archie works, Part 32 of Riverdale Oneshots
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Fred Andrews, Betty Cooper, Kevin Keller
Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones
Additional Tags: Summer, Summer Vacation, make out, new romance - Freeform, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Fourth of July, Wet Dream, confessing one’s feelings, Jughead being all blushes for his best friend, Top Archie Andrews, Bottom Jughead Jones, Useless reasons to justify sleeping in one bed, one bed trope
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/grmfl5M
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I’m Not Her (W.C. 1,232)
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Fandom: Riverdale
Pairing: Sweet Pea / Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: “You’re in love with her, tell me I’m wrong,” you challenge.
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     "You are so unbelievable," you huff as you storm into the trailer. Tossing your jacket onto the sofa, you stomp your way into the bedroom.
    Sweet Pea is right on your heels, slamming the front door and making his way down the narrow hallway to lean against the door frame. He rolls his eyes and cockily tips his head.
    "As much as your sass is hot, you're starting to irritate daddy. Now either you cut this shit out and tell me what the hell crawled up your ass tonight or you knock this of to instead knock the headboard against the wall instead." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively but you only glare at your boots as you unlace them and kick them off.
    "Is sex the only thing you ever think about, is that the only thing this relationship is based on. Is that all I am to you? Because I actually like you. That's why for the past two weeks I've planned a nice date night for you and I. I made the reservations, called off work, and bought this brand new outfit for you only to ignore me the minute you spot Archie with Josie!"
    Pea nods in mock consideration, before a smug smile cracks across his face. One you'd really love to smack away.
    "Oh, I get it. You're jealous!"
    You lean over to wail one of your boots at his smug face but, of course, the big oaf ducks before impact. Merely chooses instead to move to approach you and then pull your struggling form against his chest, a chuckle vibrating against your cheek.
    "Isn't that just adorable. Greens definitely your color, baby. But you're being more sensitive than usual, are you PMS-ing or something?"
    You grit your teeth and shove him as hard as you can, managing to put at least 2 feet between the two of you. You take pride in the shocked face Sweet Pea makes at your outburst.
    "You think this is a fucking joke? You  humiliated me."
    Sweet Pea recovers with an annoyed look and eye roll.
    " Jesus God, y/n, chill out. It's not a big fucking deal. You're so fucking irritating anymore."
    You've hit your limit. Instead of saying anything else to him, you decide to take your leave instead. Sweet Pea can't deny the sudden wave of panic as you push past him into the cramped living room. The one he first kissed you in, the one that held the multiple candles you would buy on a whim, the one you both decorated for Christmas with a tree and gifts. He can swear that the smile on your face while you decorated was brighter than any of those lights. He doesn't know why, but in those few seconds it took for you to walk out the door, he's taken back to every memory he's shared with you. His bedroom where you took care of him in when he'd over drink or when he caught the flu. The bed you made love in, well you referred to it as 'making love' but he crudely referred to it as fucking. He remembers how your face fell at that, and it felt like he couldn't breathe. He made his way to where you were pulling on your coat.
    "What are you doing?"
    "I'm leaving," and with those few words Pea's heart clenched.
    "So that's it? It's over?" 'Of course it is you idiot. You betrayed her, you hurt her. Coward.'
    He can't help but to flinch when you turn to him with a face void of any emotion, although your eyes were glassy, he didn't know which sight hurt more.
    "Don't act so surprised. You and I both knew this was coming, it's what you wanted after all, right? That's why you wanted to keep me a secret from people, why you kept on flirting with people, ditching me to listen in on her practices. Why you wouldn't even take me to prom, all because she was with someone other than you. While you were stuck with me, the girl who gave everything she had to you like an idiot." A few traitorous tears escape from the corners of your eyes and he moves to get near you, only stopping as your body goes rigid and you compose yourself once again.
    "I'm done being that idiot, your idiot, Pea. I know now that all I ever was to you was an easy lay, a cook, a maid, a cover-up, an excuse to show up everywhere she was. I was your dirty little secret, your second choice to the amazing Josie McCoy. I thought that I could change your mind, make you see how happy I could make you... even at the expense of my own. I thought if I tried hard enough that I could be enough for you, like she is. But I know now that I'm not her. And that is why I'm not enough for you. But I do know that the smartest thing Josie ever did, was turn away from your bullshit... something I wish I could've done from the beginning." Tears now course steadily down your cheeks, but a weight has lifted off your shoulders with each word. While to Sweet Pea, the words felt like a bullet to his heart.
    'No,' he thought, 'you're my everything. I was so stupid. I'm so sorry. I don't want her, you are enough.'
    "You're in love with her."
    Pea stands there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish, his mind going a million miles an hour with all the things he desperately wants to tell you. 'No. NO. Don't think that baby, you are my light. My love. My happiness. I was just so scared of you, of how much you changed me, changed me into someone so much better than a serpent asshole. I fell for you so hard, so quick, it was easier to push you away than to endure the way you make my heart race the minute I set my eyes on you.' Words he couldn't bring his mouth to say.
    "Tell me I'm wrong," you nearly begged. Oblivious to the war raging inside the boy in front of you, holding your breath in anticipation that for once, he would choose you.
    'yourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrong'
    You nod your head, accepting his silence as his answer. You put your hand on the doorknob and suddenly Pea remembers his functioning vocal cords, but all rational words all pleas and professions of love escape him in his last ditch effort to get you to not leave.
    "Wh-where are you going?"
    "I'm going home."
    'NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo'
    "But, but you are home."
    You don't answer, instead pulling the door open and palming your keys. And in that last moment, before you step out of the trailer, out of his life and this single sided relationship, you turn to meet his dark eyes one last time. You don't see the man you fell in love with, not the man who would cook you breakfast in bed, the man you gave your first time to, the man you dumbly hoped to marry one day. No, he wasn't any of those anymore. He was your first heartbreak, a lesson to be learned.
    "Not anymore."
    And with that slamming of the door, the boy fell to his knees in grief while you, like all the memories, were gone.
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andsmile · 5 years
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varchie appreciation week
day four - your favorite varchie shipper in the show
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Another day wasting away sitting on the couch as he recovers. His side is still sore from the bullet wound and his mind is still foggy from the terror, but all he wanted was to get up and work.
Archie, of course, his sweet, sweet boy, won't let him. He thinks he's fooling someone by putting on a brave face but Fred knows that he isn't sleeping or eating properly, knows that he's worried to death. He's always known. From colicky sleepless nights to when he was three and his scraped knee was aching but he wouldn't let it show, or to when he was eight and knew that he was going to fail his classes. Fred has always known what was up with his kid, like some sort of supernatural connection that nothing but the purest forms of love could explain. 
And for Archie, he will stay on the couch. 
The sound of heels going down the stairs is a bit foreign after Mary left. It makes Fred turn his head around to see his son's girlfriend approaching. Veronica is a sweet girl, but she's a lot more than that. She reminds him of Hermione with all her quick remarks and all that blunt honesty, but she also reminds him of Hiram and how he had that way of mesmerizing everyone standing around him. 
"He finally slept," she sighs, seemingly tired herself. Like Hermione back then, the only ways this girl shows any vulnerability is by the not-so-perfect placement of her curls on her shoulders, or the lack of lipstick, or a wrinkled shirt. "Are you feeling okay, Mr. A? Should I make you a sandwich or something?" 
Fred shakes his head, getting up with the help of a walking stick. "Let me make you a sandwich." 
She bites on her lip and makes a face, like she's wondering it that's something Archie would approve of. Like she's taken to herself the duty of watching over him while Archie gets some deserved rest, something that only seems to happen while she's around, now. 
"Don't worry, I won't snitch," he chuckles in face of her worry, and it makes her huff out a laugh. Veronica follows him to the kitchen, sitting at the counter, and her prim posture makes Fred smile a little bit. "PB&J sounds good?" 
She nods. Having her around makes Fred think if she could've been his daughter with Hermione, had their romance not been cut so short. Well, given the nature of their children's relationship, probably not. He starts assembling the ingredients for their sandwiches, when Veronica speaks. "Did you sing for Archie before bed, when he was a baby?" 
"Oh yeah," Fred smiles in nostalgia. "He was a fuzzy kid. His favorite lullaby was Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd." Veronica laughs in an adorable sort of way.
"Ever the rock star." 
"He really is," Fred says as he spreads the jelly across the bread loaf, a little extra because that girl surely needs some sugar in her system. She's been a rock star as well, Fred thinks, visiting him everyday while they were in the hospital, bringing Archie traits and cheek kisses, walking Vegas even though she doesn't even know to put on a leash, doing everything on her reach to be there for his son. A thought crosses his mind. "How are you holding up, sweetie?" 
She lifts up her head a little bit surprised, like no one has asked her this lately, like no one has been taking care of her like she's taking care of everyone. Fred takes notice to talk about this with Archie later, to guide him and remind him of how important it is to check how Veronica is doing as well. A genuine sweet smile forms on her face. "I'm... Glad that Archie is resting. Glad to see you standing, and to be around," and then her lip quivers. She bites on it. "I hope I'm not intruding."
These kids, Fred thinks as he shakes his head, a smile on his face. He remembers how helpless he's felt in the wake of his father's death, remembers how, until Archie, nothing seemed to pull him back together. Back then, he thought: sometimes life takes you things so it can give you something better. 
His marriage falling apart was tough. His kid having such a hard time about it that it culminated into that involvement with Ms. Grundy was tough. Jason Blossom's murder hovering above their heads, that lunatic with a gun on the loose... Everything seemed so fragile and there was little Veronica Lodge, so similar to a woman who captivated him once, so fierce and strong, trying to hold things together even though she didn't know how to. Archie's only happiness lately, looking at him and asking if she was intruding.
"You're not," he says, placing the sandwich in front of her. "You're probably the best thing that has happened to this house, in a while."
---- i feel like the way i express myself better is with words (not arts) so i wanted to write a ficlet for this day. my heart is forever broken that luke (and fred) left us so soon. he will always be our favorite, our team captain. he knew what was best to his kid and he knew it was ronnie. thanks @monicaposh for the help!
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Jughead Jones x Reader
Prompt: No prompt!
Word Count: 2.5k exactly
Warnings: really affectionate Jughead which is kinda out of character for him.
A huge thanks to @sophrosynth for editing this mess of a piece of writing. If it weren’t for them then we wouldn’t have this amazing piece that I’m producing for you all!
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It was a bright summer's day when you arrived in the small town with pep. The scene was picture perfect; the grass was green and there were people having fun, little kids eating ice cream and running around on old playground equipment, neighbors having conversations, and people petting dogs in the street. It almost seemed wrong for you to be there.
Holmes Private Investigators was your parents’ business. That had taken you to every dark and almost evil town in America, searching for bad guys like the Scooby Doo gang, as you said when you were little. It wasn’t the normal life for a growing child, but it was how it had been from the very beginning.
But this time they made you a promise. They promised they you weren’t going to leave Riverdale for a while, you’d finish high school before they left. They promised that because not even some of the best detectives in the country could figure out what was going on in this ‘devil town’. So they threw their hat in the ring and decided they would go investigate, and because you were about to go into your junior year, you were dragged along with them.
The boxes started to pile up in the lounge room. Your father was carrying them in and your mother was unpacking them while you were looking around for your stuff. It was nearly impossible to find anything due to the fact there was so much stuff.
“Honey, we’re new here, go explore. We are going to be here a long time, so might as well get on it.” You had to roll your eyes.
It wasn’t your parents fault. It was just the fact that you didn’t believe that you’d be here for longer than a year, at the most. No matter how many promises they made, nothing could change your mind. You had always been on the move and that’s how you liked it.
“I heard there was a good 50s themed diner nearby. Maybe you should go check it out. There could be someone your age there, you never know.” She had a large smile on her face. You could never say no to that smile.
You sighed. “Sure thing, Mum. I’ll be back soon.” You gave her a quick kiss on the check before heading out.
A smile was stuck on your face from the moment you saw the diner. It was colourful and neon and everything you wanted in a authentic 1950s themed diner. The small bell rung as you pushed the glass door open it. A few people looked at you and gave you small smiles, others gave you confused glares. /‘That must be what small town people did when someone new came into town’/, you thought silently to yourself as you took a seat in a free booth.
People around you were eating and talking as if this place was home, and it probably was home for a lot them. The longest you had ever stayed in one place was about a year, and everyday during that year, you’d go to a little cafe near the school. That place became your home, just like this place was everyone else’s.
You pushed the palms of your hands against the cold table of the booth. A older man came over to you. Just from he way he was dress you could tell he worked there.
“I’m Pop, are you new? I haven’t seen you ‘round here before.” He smiled nicely as he spoke, you nodded in response.
“So, new girl, what will you be having?” He pulled a little notepad and a pen out, ready to take your order.
“I’ll have the, um, the fries, please? You serve fries here, right?” You asked anxiously. It was weird how sudden you became anxious but you pushed it away as you spoke to Pop. You couldn’t be anxious around Pop, he seemed like that kind of old person.
“We sure do!” He smiled again. “I’ll be back in a minute with your fries.”
A smile played along your lips as Pop walked back to the kitchen. As time slowly started to tick by, your mind began to wonder. At first, it was just about the house and if you’d be able to figure out where all your posters would go. Then you started to think about the summer ending and going back to a new school. And most of all, if you’d meet anyone that would like you, as a friend. Relationships, after all, were never really your thing.
No matter how many different places or schools you went to, you never worried about school. After about the first four times being the new kid, you learnt that people were usually pretty accepting. But that was the big city. This was the first time that you had started at a town this small, and you could tell the way stuff works here is different. Everyone knows everyone, and from a very young age, you know who you like, and who you don’t. That wasn’t the city life in anyway at all.
The ring of the door brought you out of your thoughts. A young man that looked to be about your age entered the restaurant. You got a weird feeling, one that you never had before. Maybe it was the way he had his hair all sexy and unruly. Or maybe it was the leather jacket that he had hanging off his back. Or maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to sparkle and your heart seemed to flutter when he looked at you for the first time.
“Hey.” He smiled at you, making his way over to where you were sitting. His hand was placed gently on the back of the other side of the booth. He nodded his head to get a piece of lose hair out his face.
“Hi.” A small sigh came out as you spoke. One of your hands held your head up calmly while the other softy tapped a beat on the table.
“May I?” He nodded his head lightly towards the booth, indicating that he wanted to take a seat. That lose piece of hair fell back onto his forehead again.
“Oh, yeah, totally.” You nodded your head to get you out of your dream-like state. This boy had put some sort of trance over you.
He slid into the booth across from you. He intertwined his pale fingers and looked down on the white table. His black leather jacket, that had a large embroidered snake on the back of it, was laid neatly next to him. His back started to hunch slightly as he leaned forward on the table.
A few of your nimble fingers ran through your hair. You sat up with your back almost straight. Your loose short sleeved shirt was almost falling off, it started to show off the thick straps of your swimsuit top that you were wearing.
“Not to sound totally cliche but I haven’t seen you around here before.“ He laughed lightly at his words, and so did you.
“Yeah, I’m um, I’m new. I got here really late yesterday and all our stuff arrived this morning.” There was a weight off your back to talk to him about moving, it was something that you never really did. It was always just ‘I’m the new girl’ and that was the end of the story. And what’s more is this boy, this really hot boy, was just listening to you talk about moving. That was something that no one ever did. You started to think that you might just like it in this small town.
“I’m Jughead, by the way.” It took a lot not to laugh when he said that. But when he didn’t laugh after saying you felt bad.
“Oh, you’re being serious? I’m sorry.” A small amount of blush started to grow on your cheek from embarrassment. Your hands intertwined tightly on the table in front of you.
One of his pale hand reached out across the table and landed gently on yours. A soft smile danced on his lips as you looked up at him. His thumb rubbed calmly against your knuckles.
A tray of fries landed on the table next to your hands. A few fell out onto the table as both you and Jughead looked at to see Pop.
“Your fries, Miss.” Pop gave you one of his signature smiles before turning and looking at Jughead.
“Jughead not bothering you, is he Miss? He does it quite a lot.” Pop sighed lightly while he turned back to you, waiting for you to answer his question.
Your eyes quickly glanced to Jughead who had turned almost completely red. One of his hands covered part of his face while the other tugged at his odd looking beanie that you’re just noticing resembled a crown.
“He’s no bother, Pop. Thanks for asking and for the fries.” You just stared at Jughead true whole time you spoke. Pop nodded and smiled at the young love he was witnessing before leaving again.
The two of you started to slowly eat away at the fries you ordered and talk about whatever came to mind. Time seemed to slip away from you as you jumped from topic to topic. It was obvious that he felt the same.
“So, you move around a lot? What do your parents do to make that happen?” He put the last fry in his mouth after he asked.
A wave of nervousness hit you like a bullet. He wasn’t being intrusive, not at all, but it was just that you weren’t allowed to talk about your parents jobs. If people found out then they wouldn’t get any information from anyone anywhere.
“Oh, I’m not allowed to say.” He looked kind of shocked when you said that. “It’s a long story.”
“Secrets don’t last long in Riverdale. I hate to tell ya, but whatever your parents do won’t be a secret for much longer.”
There was a lively look in his eyes and a adventurous smirk slowly growing on his face. This boy was as strange as the town.
“Well,” you leaned forward and he did too. You could feel his hot breath on your face and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“They’re private investigators. They’re here getting information on Hiram Lodge and the town itself after recent activity.” He looked shocked. It was obvious that you came from interesting work, but private investigators? That never even crossed his mind for a second.
His face was so close to yours. If you moved just a inch closer... You needed to snap out of it. A moment ago you were revealing one of your family’s biggest secrets and now you're thinking about kissing a boy. But thinking about him felt better then thinking about how you just betrayed your family’s trust.
The sun was only just starting to set and your curfew wasn’t for another few hours. This day at Pops’ with Jughead was the best introduction into a new place you have ever had and he still wouldn’t leave.
“Do you want to go out? Like on a ride, I’ve got a motorcycle and a spare helmet. I’d love to show you around.”
Your heartbeat started to speed up as he spoke. It had been a few years since you had ridden a motorcycle and the thought of having your arms wrapped around him the way you had to, it was a dream come true and you didn’t have to wish for it.
“Sure thing, Jug.” He smiled brightly and accepted the nickname you were trying out.
“Do you want to pay for your fries and I’ll start up the bike?” He stood up and threw on his jacket. You could clearly see that it had ‘Southside Serpents’ written around the green snake that was coiled on it. It was clear that it was for some sort of gang but you were too head over heels that you couldn’t care at that moment.
You nodded your head in response and stood up. Your sneakers squeaked slightly as you walked up to the counter.
The smile on your face only grew as he looked at you one more time. Your eyes followed him as he exited the diner and while you waited to pay for your food. You could hear the low rumble of the motorcycle as Pop arrived at the counter.
“He’s a, uh, he’s a nice kid, that Jughead.” The suddenness of Pop speaking made you jump out of your skin.
“Oh really? That’s good.” /‘But he also seems like kind of a bad boy,”/ you thought to yourself. A naughty smirk danced on your lips for a moment. You handed Pop the few dollars that you owed for the fries.
“A diamond in the rough, you might say.” He laughed lightly as he put the money in the register.
“Be sure to come back soon.” Pop said as you started to leave.
“I plan too, don’t worry, Pop,” you smiled back at him. A cool breeze hit you as you opened the doors and reentered the outside world.
Jughead smiled up at you as you made your way slowly down the stairs. He had a helmet with a white, carved crown that stuck out from the blackness of it as well as another plain one under his arm. He was sitting seductively on the front of the motorcycle. Leaning back with his hands loosely holding the handlebars and his his leg out, holding up the whole bike.
The colours of the sunset behind him really made him glow. It made him look more relax and somehow even more sexy than before. His black locks stuck out from his pale face. He was a beautiful mess.
His eyes seemed to glow when he looked at you. There was always a small smile when you looked at him even though he dressed very darkly. He was nothing like guys anywhere else you had been before. He was so much /better/ than all of them, in every way possible.
“You ready for a ride?” He threw you there helmet and somehow by sheer dumb luck, you actually caught it. You put it one and tightened it appropriately.
“As I’ll ever be.” One of your legs went over the bike and you sat down. Soon your arms were snaked around Jughead’s waist.
“Hold on tight.” He yelled as the engine revved and the bike took off out of Pops parking lot.
House after house passed by and you just sunk your head deeper into his jacket. The smell of leather had worn and now had a masculine musk to it. It was relaxing for you, to just sit with your arms around the boy, driving through the town he had obviously lived in his whole life.
Maybe life in Riverdale wouldn’t be as bad as you first thought it to be. At least not with him around.
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