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ficnation · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Behind the Bleachers

Series: ❝Romeo and Julio❞

Word count: 2487

Pairing: Riverdale x Male! Reader, Sweet Pea x Reader, (future, main), Kevin Keller x Reader, other minor pairings

Warnings: usual riverdale themes (e.g. drugs, gangs, violence, underage drinking and smoking), cursing, canon divergence

A/n: Sooooo... I actually liked the 1st and 2nd season of Riverdale and decided to write a series with a MC that’s juggling between being evil and being good. It's been a while since I wrote something and I hope I didn't make too much mistakes. I feel like my brain just turned into scrambled eggs.

Y/n’s outfit inspo can be found here if you’re curious.

Song I listened to while writing: Boys - Lizzo

*riverdale universe doesn’t belong to me // neither does the gif*

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁ || ☁ 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

Since you could remember, there was Malachai and you against the whole world. Having each other’s back, defending him from people who wanted his head on a stake, and him making sure you were protected from other gangs; it was like a life routine that you found yourself following since you were little brats.

This time you were a bit apprehensive towards your older brother’s plan. It just didn’t make any sense. Your hand gripped the strap of your worn black leather bag when Malachai parked his car a street away from Riverdale High.

“You know, Mal, I’m always up for some adrenaline, but I’m not sure if this is such a good idea,” you protested, throwing your head back in exasperation.

Malachai let out a deep chuckle before ruffling your hair. “Believe me, it’s a genius idea,” he assured you, reaching inside the pocket of his jeans to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

You looked out of the window, sinking further into the seat when a few students passed by the cherry red car, unaware of the gang members occupying it. Malachai’s brown eyes trailed after the teenagers, uninterested. Unlike him, you watched them with curiosity. The letterman jackets caught your attention; your gaze followed them, trailing down their figures, a smirk crawling up onto your face.

“On the second thought, I think I’m going to have a lot of fun here,” you said, turning your head towards your brother when the teenagers disappeared around the corner.

Malachai shook his head in amusement and partial displease. “Just remember, if you see cops, run as fast as you can. Can’t have you getting in any trouble now, can we?”

You shrugged off your Ghoulie vest, caressing the studs on the shoulder pads, already missing the feel of the cool leather against your skin. You placed it on the backseats of the car with a longing sigh, making Mal cackle.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one touches it while you’re mingling with sexually frustrated teenagers.” He patted your arm, encouraging you to get out of the car, but you didn’t budge. “Y/n, move your ass. I don’t have all day.”

You ignored his comment and started in a whisper, “So… No dealing until you give me the green light? Just making connections and collecting info?”

“We went over it like ten times, dude.” Mal shoved your arm with his elbow, lighting up the cigarette hanging from between his chapped lips.

“Yeah, but where the fuck is the adrenaline in your plan?”

Without waiting for his answer, you exited the car and started dragging your boot-clad feet towards your new school. Riverdale High School looked way too normal to fit into your comfort zone. You were used to graffiti-littered walls and smashed-in windows; this was all new to you. God, you haven’t even been in the north side of Riverdale for more than one hour before, and now you were going to attend the local school.

Entering the building, you could feel everyone’s heads turning in your direction. Their eyes raked down your body, noting the all-black attire and arms covered in ink. You didn’t fit there with your oversized Nirvana tee, pants hanging low on your hips, and a choker with a skull pendant clinging to your neck. You were a bigger revelation to the students of Riverdale than the newest member of the Pussycats. And damn, did you love the attention directed your way. With confidence, you crossed the hallway and disappeared into Principal Weatherbee’s office without even knocking.

“The cheek of this guy.” Veronica crossed her arms over her chest, turning to look at Kevin, who had his eyes locked on the door that you vanished behind.

She couldn’t help but grin at his stunned gaze and parted lips. The black-haired girl brought the tips of her fingers under his chin, closing his jaw.

“Yeah, I think I’ve just fallen in love with a bad boy,” he mumbled out, his lips breaking into a wide smile.

“That sounds very cliché when you say it like that. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Veronica snickered, patting his arm before lowering her voice, “Aren’t you and Joaquin dating?”

“We’re not exclusive… yet,” he explained, not ready to talk about his budding romance with the Serpent. “Do you think he’s into boys?” Kevin looked at her with eyes full of blind hope, praying to all the gods that existed that you were at least bisexual.

“I wish I knew the answer.” She sighed before continuing, “We can always find out. What do you say?” V raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, challenging her friend to fight her on her already made-up decision.

She had to admit that you sparked her curiosity straight away. Your sexy smirk and the confidence in your steps were difficult to overlook. Maybe if you weren’t into boys, she could snatch you for herself.

When she lived in New York, she dated all kinds of guys, but surprisingly you didn’t remind her of any of them. There was something unique in your person, yet she couldn’t quite place her finger on it.

“It sounds a lot like ‘who’s going to date him first’ bet.” Kevin eyed the brown-eyed girl, biting his bottom lip in thought.

“Hey, it’s not like we’re doing it only for fun, right? I think it’s pretty harmless.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking around the corridor. “The prize for the winner is the new guy’s heart.” The young Lodge smiled cheekily, excited for their little challenge.

“No winners and no prizes,” he demanded, making his friend roll her brown eyes but nod to assure him that she accepts the new rules. “Alright, I’m in.”

The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Veronica hugged Kevin goodbye before walking away to find the history classroom. The brunet boy stood there for a minute longer, letting other students pass him while his eyes found the door of Mr. Weatherbee’s office again. He was just about to drag his feet towards his next class, but the moment he took a step forward, the door that he stared so intently at was pushed open.

You walked outside with a slightly annoyed expression before catching his gaze, quickly switching your previously displeased frown into a smirk full of confidence. You stepped towards his person, only stopping when you were hovering over the blushing boy, hand firmly planted on the wall beside his head so he could hear you over the other students rushing to their classrooms.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Do you happen to know where I can find Betty Cooper? She was supposed to show me around the place,” you explained, voice smooth like silk, making Kevin’s knees buckle.

He composed himself as quickly as he could. What if you already caught his red cheeks and the bashful smile that decorated his lips? He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you, and definitely not on your first meeting.

“Hi, you’re new here, right? Kevin Keller,” the boy introduced himself, extending his hand for you to shake. He hoped his voice didn’t come out shaky or high-pitched; that would be even more embarrassing than his already red face. “Betty finished her classes an hour ago. I don’t think you’ll bump into her today.”

The green-eyed boy let himself relax, back pressed into the cold metal of the lockers behind him. The faint scent of leather mixed with tobacco and fresh apples made his head spin. He would never imagine that this weird combination could be so pleasant and unwinding.

“How about you?”

“What about me?” he blurted out, dumbfounded. He was so lost in his thoughts and your lovely smell that he didn’t register your words.

“Are you busy?” you repeated, noting Kevin’s lax figure and lazy smile.

Did you already win his heart over, or was he just intimidated by your presence and being nice to avoid becoming your enemy? Then you remembered they didn’t know about the Southside blood running through your veins. If you could only keep it a secret for the rest of high school, that’d make your task so much easier.

You weren’t ashamed of where you lived or your affiliation to the Ghoulies, nor of being Malachai’s brother. You were always proud of who you were. It was the things you had to do that you were self-conscious about; the stealing and drug dealing, all the violence used against innocent people just because they were a part of the rival gang. Your uneasiness about some aspects of your life didn’t mean that you’ll stop being a Ghoulie and doing everything your brother told you to.

“No, not at all. I mean-”

“Mr. Keller, I believe you should be in class right now,” Principal Weatherbee’s voice sounded from behind your form, and you quickly turned around. You hoped you wouldn’t get in trouble before your first day of school really began.

Kevin opened his mouth to say something to defend himself from the scrutiny eyes of the middle-aged man, but he was quickly forced to close it when you put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Weatherbee, I asked Kevin to show me around the school when I found out Betty Cooper already finished her classes,” you explained, sending the principal a bashful smile that was clearly fake, but he seemed to buy it.

“I apologize for my mistake,” he started. “Mr. Keller, you’re excused from the rest of your classes, and you’ll show our new student around instead of Miss Cooper.”

Kevin nodded his head with excitement. “With pleasure, Mr. Weatherbee.” He sent a wide smile towards the principal before the latter turned around and disappeared back into his office.

“Well, now you definitely aren’t busy,” you whispered near his ear, your minty breath fawning down his neck and making him shiver in anticipation.

Kevin Keller turned out to be an excellent guide even though most of your attention was directed towards his plump lips, not the words that left them. The boy didn’t seem to notice your lack of interest in the actual building and the different classrooms. Thank god, he spared you and decided not to mention Riverdale High’s history. You didn’t look like a guy who would be interested in knowing the school’s founders and remarkable graduates either.

And he found out that he was completely right when you pulled him behind the bleachers in the middle of the tour to smoke a cigarette and change the topic to something that wasn’t related to the school district. The Bulldogs were practicing on the field, and Coach Clayton’s instructions echoed in the distance.

“Let’s ditch the rest of the tour,” you proposed, leaning on the metal poles of the construction and putting a cigarette between your lips. Your hand clutched a neon green lighter and lifted it to lit the cancer stick.

“You sure you don’t want to know where the boys’ locker room is?” Kevin chuckled, shoving his palms into the pockets of his jeans before they could get any colder.

“Watch yourself, Kev. I might take you up on that offer.” You send a cocky wink his way, crossing your arms over your chest. The nickname rolling off your tongue made his knees weak.

The bleachers partially sheltered you both from the chill September breeze, but while you seemed entirely unfazed by the cold, exhaling thick clouds of smoke from your lungs dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, the sheriff’s son shivered in his navy blue sweater. His cheeks were pink; he wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold or your suggestive remark. The fact that he was freezing his ass off just to spend a little more time with you was pretty ridiculous to him.

You eyed him up, finally noticing his chattering teeth and the rosy dust spreading through his face. “Are you cold?” you asked, the question sounding dumber than you expected it to.

“No! I’m wonderful,” Kevin protested quickly, visibly shaking. “I’ve never been better.”

You laughed openly, head leaning on the metal, your hips jutting forward. The green-eyed boy bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his eyes from darting towards the stripe of skin your shirt exposed when it rode up with the gesture. He couldn’t help but smile while you tried to catch your breath.

“No, but for real, you’re shaking like a leaf.”

You threw away the cigarette, stomping it out with your boot before walking up to Kevin. Your hands found his arms, and you rubbed them up and down to warm him up a little bit. The boy stepped even closer, the distance between your faces now nonexistent. Dammit, he wanted to kiss you so bad just to see if you were as good at it as he imagined you were. His face inched closer, your noses brushed, and somehow your palm found its way to the back pocket of his jeans. Kevin’s breath hitched, eyes closing and lips parting.

“Hey, Kev!” Archie’s voice broke them apart, the brunet scrambling away from his newfound crush and turning towards his friend.

“Uh, hi Archie. What are you doing here?” He crossed his arms over his chest. The newcomer jogged up to the two of you.

“I think I should be the one asking.” The ginger-haired boy chuckled.

He was still dressed in his football gear, holding the white helmet under his arm. His brows went up in surprise when he noticed you standing next to his friend. Your face was new to him; in fact, he has never seen you before in Riverdale.

Kevin had a tight-lipped smile on his face, obviously unhappy with the interruption. He was so close to kissing your pretty lips just minutes ago, so close that he could still feel your minty breath fawning over his lips, making them tingle in anticipation.

You extended your hand towards the ginger with a grin and introduced yourself, “Y/n, I’m new here.”

“That’s why I didn’t recognize you. Archie Andrews.” He shook your hand steadily, making your eyebrow quirk. “I’ve never seen you in Riverdale. Did you move here recently?” came the dreaded question, making you scream internally.

“Yeah, you can say so,” you said, nodding your head before withdrawing your arm from Archie, your pointer finger hooking through one of the belt loops in Kevin’s pants and pulling him closer playfully. “Thanks for the tour, Kev. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You left the two boys in a rush, trying to avoid more questions. You had to think of a lie to make your high school life more believable and find a group you could blend into until Mal gives you the green light. “Find someone who can be easily influenced,” your brother’s words echoed in your head; it was a good idea to begin before anyone started getting suspicious.

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bumblesimagines · 4 years

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Keep Me Up

Request: Yes or No

P2 of Everybody Loves You

Warning: Implied/talk of Sexual abuse/r*pe, trauma

My heart starts beating and my hands start sweating

My chest starts sinking and sometimes will even start shaking

It's physical and emotional

(And it's hard)

Your eyes went to Cheryl, breathing quickening. Her hand shot out, grabbing your hand.

"It's okay.." She whispered. "Take your time."

"What's going on?" Betty asked, blue eyes training on you. They held concern. You took a deep breath, squeezing Cheryl's hand before looking at your twin and licking your lips.

"I... I was.." You looked away from her, biting your bottom lip.

"Assaulted."

You're keeping me awake at night

I'm losing all my appetite

My heart is beating out of time

My skin is cold, my chest is tight

You're keeping me awake at night

"What?" Betty asked softly but Cheryl looked at her and shook her head.

"It was.. A month back.. At a party I went to with.." You swallowed, chest tightening at the thought of him and his name.

"I didn't want to drink but he just kept insisting so I had one cup and.. I'm pretty sure it was drugged and he only had drank a little. I don't remember much other than being dragged into the bathroom and.." You pressed your lips into a thin line, blinking away tears. Betty stayed silent, eyes shining with tears.

And I don't want you all inside my head

And I can feel you running through my veins

"Even though I don't remember much... I felt him." You said softly, feeling Cheryl wrap her arms around you. She understood. She had gone through a similar experience. Betty stood, going to you and sitting down, hugging you.

"I love you, (N/N)." She whispered. You sniffled, wiping away tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"We're here for you." She added.

When I say, and I say, and I say that

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

And you keep me up all night

You remembered the morning after. The feeling that something was wrong. You woke up in an unknown bed filled with the stench of him. In the beginning his cologne and scent made you swoon but now it made you wanna throw up. You remembered bits and pieces of trying to push him away but he didn't get the hint or maybe he ignored it. You wanted to erase him from your memory. Somehow block him from your mind.

No, I say, and I say, and I say

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

(And you keep me up all night)

You fiddled with your sleeve as Betty finished talking with Kevin. You stared at the ground, wanting to disappear into the lockers. You glanced up as the two approached you. Part of you knew he probably wouldn't suffer any consequences. There was barely any evidence other than your words. Kevin opened his arms.

"I'll tell my dad and we'll figure something out." He said. You nodded, hugging him. He was warm and cuddly. Betty put a hand on your shoulder.

"There's a support group in town. Maybe you can visit one of their sessions with Cheryl." Betty said.

My mind keeps looking for a way

To find somebody else to blame

The silence's screaming way too loud

I need something to dim it down

To find a way to block the sound

You hugged your pillow tightly, feeling its wetness from your tears. The nightmares were the worst part. They reminded you of everything. You wanted to forget but couldn't. You sighed softly, standing up and leaving your room. You made your way to your mom's room, opening the door.

"(N/N)? What's wrong, honey?" Alice asked, voice groggy. You approached the bed, climbing in beside her.

"Nightmare." You mumbled. Alice wrapped her arms around you, humming a soft lullaby to lure you into a comforting dream.

And I don't want you all inside my head

And I can feel you running through my veins

"There's not much we can do.." Sheriff Keller started off, frowning. You wrapped your arms around yourself, letting out a soft sigh.

"Without any evidence, it's just.. Too late." He sighed. Cheryl took out her phone, typing away before she showed Sheriff Keller her screen.

"I asked everyone who attended that party if they had photos and videos. Me and TT went through all of them and found every one with (Y/N) and Reggie." Cheryl said. You raised your brows, watching Sheriff Keller study each video.

"These do show (Y/N) being pressured into drinking.." He mumbled.

"The last one shows a clear view of (N/N) being taken out of the bathroom by that vile creature unconscious." Cheryl said.

"Is that evidence enough?" She asked, arms crows and brow arched. Sheriff Keller nodded slowly, handing the phone back to her. You glanced at Betty.

When I say, and I say, and I say that

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

And you keep me up all night

"We'll contact Reginald's parents." Sheriff Keller nodded to you. You felt scared. What if they went after you? Somehow had evidence that turned everyone against you?

"Come on, (N/N)." Betty said softly. You stood up, following the two girls.

"Cheryl.. I don't know how to thank you enough." Betty said.

"Anything for my favorite Cooper." Cheryl smiled, booping your nose. Outside, Archie was waiting. His eyes lit up, approaching you.

"(Y/N), I... Betty explained everything and I... I'm so sorry. I should've known and confronted Re-"

"It's okay, Arch." You whispered, wrapped your arms around his neck. He smelled nice. Like ginger and soft oak. Archie returned the hug, arms wrapped around you. You liked his warmth and his scent. You pulled back but he kept his arms around you.

"Would you.. Want to go to Pop's with me?" He asked. You smiled, nodding.

"Okay."

No, I say, and I say, and I say

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

And you keep me up all night

Thanks to Archie, you were able to look at the letterman jackets and Bulldogs without wanting to cry or puke. Your thoughts buzzed with him instead of Reginald. Your mother eventually found out about the assualt and Archie. She wanted to tear Reginald apart but Sheriff Keller convinced her not to. She accepted Archie since he made you open up again. He made you.. You. Of course, all good things get interrupted. Reginald had finally shown up to scholl once the court date had been announced and news got around. Archie and, surprisingly enough, the Serpents became protective. They kept you separated from Reginald and even Chuck and Moose stood with you, even apologizing for not doing anything at the party.

Keep me up all night, boy, keep me up all night

You and Archie eventually made it official. Though, you knew you wouldn't be intimate with me for a while, Archie was fine with it. He said he didn't care and that he just wanted you. You loved him for it. Archie was your little Bulldog and Reginald didn't have a hold over you anymore. He would face the consequences sooner or later.

If I knew why, maybe it would all just go away

I don't think anyone really knows why

But we do go on

And we do understand that you can't always understand

And that's okay too

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lovingdelusions · 6 years

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Car Hop (Kevin Keller x Male! Jughead’s Brother! Reader)

Word Count:1,799

Kevin Keller was your everything. To him, you weren’t Jughead’s brother or Archie Andrews’ other best friend, you were you: someone who he loved so much that it hurt. Kevin had no problem showing anybody that he loved you, and that’s why you had to get him a promise ring. You had every intention of marrying Kevin Keller, and you wanted him to know that.

Unfortunately, you were a bit tight on money. You had taken a job at Pop’s to earn some extra cash. You hadn’t told your brother or his friends because they were the worst when it came to keeping a secret. They thought that just because they got away with a few things meant that they were amazing liars. The only one who even held up a chance at keeping a secret was Cheryl.

Tonight was going to be your last night working at the diner, but you loved this job. It paid decently, and skating was fun. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you got free milkshakes.

“Y/N is-” Kevin started. The gang groaned. They knew what he was going to say. Kevin gushed about his boyfriend at every chance he could, and each time he’d start, it got more descriptive.

“Yeah, Kevin. Y/N is so sweet and sooo hot. He’s amazing, and nobody will ever treat me better than he does. He’s too good for me. The little dips on his chest make me want to melt,” Cheryl said, rolling her eyes. Kevin pressed his hand to his chest and pursed his lips, clearly offended.

“I was trying to say that Y/N won’t be able to make it tonight because he has homework to do,” Kevin said. He flipped off the amused eyes of everybody in the room.

“Hey, what’s up with that?” Jughead asked. His brother had been skipping out on every plan they’ve made within the last month. It wasn’t like him to cancel out like that.

Kevin shrugged. He thought nothing of it. Your last days at Riverdale High School were rapidly approaching, and you had yet to choose a college. Throughout most of your time in school, you didn’t focus much on grades but focused on your brother and Kevin. However, you knew that your grades were the one thing that would get you and your friends out of Riverdale, so you spent many weekends studying instead of getting caught up in the town’s drama.

“You know, he has been acting a little suspicious lately,” Betty said.

“His car wasn’t in the driveway when I left,” Jughead piped up.

“Okay,” Kevin said. “Are you guys trying to convince me that my amazing and wonderful boyfriend is up to no good?”

The Northside gang looked at each other, glints in their eyes. Kevin groaned. He hated when they had ideas. Their ideas always led to laws being broken or immediate danger. Most times it was both.

“We’re not saying that he’s cheating on you, but-” Veronica started.

“No.” Kevin glared at them. “There’s no way that he’d ever do that. Don’t even suggest it.”

“But he’s probably doing something stupid and illegal,” Jughead said. Everyone looked at him, a bit shocked. Jughead and his brother were tightly knit, and out of the two of them, Jughead was the more mischievous brother. “What? Just ‘cause he’s the good child doesn’t mean he isn’t a Jones. The Jones’ are always up to something. Always.”

Kevin sighed. Before he could speak, Cheryl pitched in. “I already texted Toni to see if any of the Serpents have seen Y/N. And look! I’ve got an answer.”

It was too late to back down now. Everyone was already deeply invested in this, including Kevin.

“What the fuck? Is that Joaquin?” Archie asked, squinting to make out the low quality picture. You and Joquain were sitting together in the corner of the Whyte Wyrm, and your faced was scrunched up. It must’ve been pretty serious.

Whenever Kevin talked about Joaquin, he could never look you in the eyes. Instead, he focused his attention on his shoes and unconsciously tapped his fingers against his thigh. He would sigh and take your hands in his. It broke your heart to see a usually confident person so vulnerable and frankly a little heartbroken. You never got angry at him even though he was still hung up on his last break up. Instead, you held him and peppered kisses to his face because you wanted him to know that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Guys,” Kevin said. They looked at Kevin, waiting for him to wave it off as nothing, but he didn’t. “You now what this means, right? We have to go to the Whyte Wyrm right now.”

They smiled at him, knowing that he would come around. Quickly, the gang all piled into Cheryl’s car with Archie sitting in the trunk and drove to the southside.

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“Where is he?” Kevin asked, grabbing Fangs by the collar of his shirt. Their noses were touching, and Fangs began to sweat. He wasn’t supposed to reveal anything about your plan, and if he did, he’d probably end up like Jason Blossom.

“Where is who?” Sweet Pea asked innocently. He was slightly amused because he knew Kevin meant no real harm.

“You know who,” Veronica spat. “Y/N.”

“How daring for a Lodge to be here at this time of day,” Fangs said, avoiding eye contact with Kevin, though it was nearly impossible.

“He said something about the sheriff,” Toni said. Sweet Pea and Fangs shot her a look, but she paid no mind to it. “I don’t know what Y/N has in store, but if it involves the sheriff, then it must be something really illegal or dangerous.”

“Thanks, babe,” Cheryl said, pressing a kiss to Toni’s cheek before they departed.

“What?” Toni said. Fangs was looking at her incredulously. Was she afraid of anything?

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“Heyyyyyyy, dad,” Kevin said, stumbling into his office. Sheriff Keller stared as his son and his nosy friends all clambered into his office. Knowing them, they were most likely getting into business they didn’t need to be involved in.

“What is it?” Sheriff Keller replied gruffly.

“Have you seen Y/N by any chance?” Archie asked, trying to be nonchalant about it. He was leaning against a filing cabinet and lost his balance, falling and taking a whole drawer of files down with him.

“No, I haven’t,” the older man sighed. “Andrews, will you please stop trying to destroy everything?”

“Officer Keller, please,” Jughead said. “We’re afraid that my brother may be getting into something that could get him killed. We just want to know that he’s safe.”

The older Keller recognized when he was being played, and Jughead Jones had just pulled the sibling card on him. Unfortunately, he didn’t want to wait all night to keep them away because now he had a case to solve and a filing cabinet to rearrange.

“I assure you that whatever Y/N is doing is perfectly safe. Now, please, go to Pop’s and get a burger or something. You can’t cause trouble if you’re eating,” Sheriff Keller said, subtly hinting at your location.

“Fine,” Kevin huffed.

“What am I going to do with him?” Officer Keller said, rolling his eyes.

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“I’m starving,” Archie complained. “Can we actually go to Pop’s?”

“When are you not hungry, Andrews?” Cheryl said, glancing at him in the mirror. “Alright, we’ll go. I’ve been craving a strawberry milkshake anyways.”

It was almost midnight by the time they arrived at the diner, so they called in their orders and waited for someone to come out.

You yawned, happy that your shift was almost over. You would be able to cuddle with Kevin and sleep for a few hours before beginning your next shift. Right as you were about to leave, Pop Tate whipped up the food and put in a bag for you to bring to the customers.

You skated out to the parking lot, not paying attention to whose car it was and knocked on the window. You began to repeat their order to confirm if it was correct when you were interrupted.

“Y/N?” Betty said. You snapped your head up from the receipt.

“Uhhhhhhh,” you said. You were at a loss for words. “Double cheeseburger with three strawberry milkshakes and two orders of fries?”

“Since when do you work at Pop’s?” Kevin asked.

“Hey! Kevin!” you exclaimed. There was no use in denying it now. You had been all over town, trying to make sure that the ring you had in your pocket was perfect. Even though you had a slight grudge against Joaquin, he was really close to Kevin, and he would know if this was right for him. You knew that Kevin’s dad loved you as if you were his own son, and he respected you more when you asked his permission to give Kevin a promise ring. “Baby, can you get out of the car for a second? I need to talk to you.”

Kevin dreaded this moment. He knew that your relationship was too good to be true. You would leave him like Joaquin. Wait, were you going to leave with Joaquin? Although he was internally panicking, he kept a blank face as he stepped out of the car.

You got down on one knee, bringing the jewelry box out.

“Holy shit,” you heard your brother mutter.

“Kevin Keller. I love you so, so much. You are the light of my life, and everyday, I find something new about you that makes me fall more in love. Your eyes sparkle brighter than any star, your lips are softer than any flower petal. You’re so confident and sarcastic and amazing. I know that we’re too young to get married now, but I promise you that one day, Kevin Keller will become Kevin Jones. So. . . .” you trailed off, not knowing how to end it. Your heart was close to jumping out of your chest as you waiting for Kevin’s reply.

“God dammit, Y/N,” Kevin sobbed out. How could he have ever thought you were going to leave him?

You panicked, scrambling to get off of your knee, but Kevin wouldn’t let you. He took you in his arms and buried his face into the crown of your head.

“Yes,” he said, through his tears. “I love you, my handsome Prince.”

The gang cheered as you two kissed. Sliding the ring on his finger, you lifted him off the ground without separating and carried him to your car. You were going home to sleep with your future husband.

Bonus:

“Uh, guys?” Archie asked, still in the trunk. “Don’t get me wrong, this is touching and everything, but I’m still pretty hungry.”

#kevin keller #kevin keller x male reader #malereader #male reader #male reader insert #kevin keller x reader #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale x male reader #jughead jones #archie andrews #jughead's brother #fanfic #fanfiction #request

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Cheryl//this is me trying

Request: Can I request a season 1 cheryl x reader. Cheryl always protects reader from people and r is shy but falls in love with the redhead and some who’s accidentally tells her while she’s having a bad day but cheryl is quick to reassure her then they cuddle after going to pops or something and it’s just fluffy.

hey! happy valentines day gays! and get you, two imagines in one day, it must be the day of love. i hope you all like this because it’s really fluffy and i enjoyed writing this a lot!

Overnight, Riverdale became a shell of its former self. Two months since Kevin Keller and Moose Mason stumbled upon the body of Jason Blossom, and nobody has been the same since.

The town is riddled with secrets, they’re slowly destroying it like a disease. Nobody trusts anybody anymore, everyone is on high alert, and everyone is a suspect.

Cheryl usually loves being the centre of attention, she has done ever she was a kid. It’s something that comes naturally with being a twin, you share everything and as much as she loves loved the shared birthdays and friends, she has always loved being the centre of attention.

Now however, she hates it. Her life is a true crime documentary at the minute, and all she wants is for the killer to be caught so the crew can pack up and leave and she no longer has to stare down at the blinding lights being cast over her and her family.

The only thing that’s kept her sane over the past two months, is you. Despite everything happening, despite the murder and the secrets and the suspicion, you’ve stuck by her side. You were with her when they found the body, and you haven’t really left since.

The two of you are unlikely friends, she’s Cheryl. Bright and bold and never one to back down from confrontation. But you’re Y/n, sweet and shy and always the first to shrink away from any sort of attention directed at you.

She knows you hate the constant attention recently, it’s something you get used when you’re best friends with the victim’s sister, but not once have you complained.

You’ve being questioned by police, journalists and strangers on the internet. You’ve had camera’s shoved in your face on your walk back from school and been asked countless questions about what you know about the Blossom’s. And you’ve also been offered ridiculous amounts of money in order to talk. But no matter what happens, you always just rush past them and join Cheryl, who’s always waiting for you with a sad smile and warm hand.

Due to the constant hoard of vultures swarming Riverdale High, the two of you had to figure out somewhere else to meet after school so you could walk the long way home. It adds twenty minutes to your walk, but it’s not that well known around town, meaning people can’t bother you.

Plus, the extra twenty minutes that you get to spend with Cheryl isn’t the worst thing. It’s the opposite in fact. It’s the thing you look forward to, even if you are looking over your shoulder every so often

But today you’re not at your meeting spot.

When Cheryl pushes her way through the stares of her fellow students with you and only you on her mind and makes her way through the school basement, back up the stairs and out of the fire exit, you’re not waiting for her with a smile that makes her feel warm and a cold slice of pizza you snuck out of the cafe earlier.

The only thing waiting for her is a full bin and an empty field.

“Y/n?” She calls out and looks around the corner. She’s met with three seniors, all of which are smoking with absolutely no care for being caught.

“She’s not here.” One of them says, her blonde hair and large glasses cover half of her face and Cheryl forces a smile.

“Hey, Blossom.” A boy says and Cheryl freezes. Who knows what they want, but whatever it is, it probably won’t be nice. It’ll probably be something along the lines of ‘hey, did you kill your brother’ and no matter how many times she’s asked that, it doesn’t get any easier. “Maybe try the bleachers.” He says, ending his sentence with a sympathetic smile and Cheryl nods slowly, not really sure what to say.

“Thanks.” She forces and spins on her heel.

“We’re sorry about your brother, Cheryl.” The blonde one says and she turns around again. Each of them look sad, with matching frowns and sorrow swimming in their eyes.

Jason meant the world to Cheryl, but he also meant a hell of a lot to other people too. And that’s when it hits her. Of course you’re at the bleachers.

For some bizarre reason, only known by your father. You and your family used to come along every other week to watch the Bulldogs play. For a while you thought it was because your dad was trying to get you and your brother into football and this was a lot cheaper than the actual game, but the older you got the more you figured it was because he was just trying to relive his youth. For 90 minutes he could pretend that he was quarterback again and for those 90 minutes your dad would be the happiest he’d been all week.

Then one week, a redhead sat beside you. In clothes that were far too expensive to be worn to a high school football game. Her parents looked like they wanted to be there as much as she did, but then a boy with matching red hair ran out on to the pitch and you’d never seen a smile quite like it.

After that, you made sure to sit beside her at every game. And then one day she sat opposite you at lunch. The first few times she was alone, but then soon she began to appear with a group of other girls, but you were the only one she’d talk to.

Eventually lunch times and football games turned into group projects and sleepovers. You spend hours braiding her hair and listening to her tell you stories of other worlds and the creatures that live in them. You’d sneak down the dark and creepy halls of Thornhill in hopes of finding a midnight snack, and instead be met by Jason and your older brother in clown masks.

Eventually, you found a different way to get to the kitchen, one that Jason didn’t know about. And when he’d come looking for you, both of you would jump out and chase him around the house, much to the dismay of Penelope and Clifford.

Those bleachers are what started a whole friendship, not only between you and her, but also you and Jason. When you’re brother eventually made the team, thanks to a good word put in my Jason, despite him being a year younger. Him and Jason became as inseparable as you and Cheryl and so it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to see the four of you hanging out. It also meant that if Cheryl was busy, you and Jason would hang out until she finished whatever she was doing.

Grief is a hell of a lonely thing, and sometimes Cheryl forgets that other people miss Jason too. With everything going on, she didn’t even think about how you were doing. With all the questions, accusations and crying that constantly fills Cheryl’s house. She never even asked how you were.

And now her legs can’t carry her quick enough to were she hopes your sat. Because she’s already lost her brother, she can’t lose you too. She wobbles as her heels dig into the dirt, kicking up dust and mud as she runs across the field. Her hair swings behind her, and she can feel the red scrunchie loosen the quicker she runs.

The bleachers have all sorts carved into them. Initials in hearts, some of them still there, some of them crossed out so aggressively that it’s a miracle they didn’t chop it in half. There’s inside jokes and ridiculous rumours. Codes and dates and everything in between.

But something new has been added in the past few days.

cheryl murdered jason

and y/n helped

The writing is small and barely legible, but it’s there and the more you run your fingers over it the more it carves itself into your heart.

“Y/n?” Cheryl pants breathlessly and you quickly pull yourself away from it. Instead you stand up properly and pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands. The y/f/c scrunchie remains still in your hair and Cheryl has to stare at it for a few seconds to calm herself down. “You weren’t at our spot.” She says quietly and you close your eyes.

You let her down. You let her down. You always let her down.

“Sorry Cheryl.” You sigh and sit down in the dirt. Cheryl looks around before sitting beside you. “I just wanted some space.” You add and force yourself to look at her.

The sun sits behind her, but even that doesn’t seem as bright as it used to be. Nothing is what it used to be. For the past two months, you’ve been told that thats a good thing. But what’s good about someone you loved being dead. What’s good about watching someone else you love go through life but not really live.

Cheryl just exists.

But she exists for you.

Because as lost as she would be without you, she knows you would be just as lost without her.

It’s an unspoken rule now, you always text each other when you wake up and before you go to sleep. It’s something you used to do anyway, but now you make a point not to forget. Because forgetting means that the worst could have happened, and that’s something neither of you can bare to deal with.

“I get it.” She nods. “I was just worried that’s all.” She adds, trying to sound as casual as she can. But on the inside she’s screaming. Because she thought you had died, she thought whoever had killed Jason had gotten to you too, and the whole reason you’re both dead is because she wronged the wrong person.

There’s a lot of people that don’t like Cheryl, being unliked comes naturally to her. But she doesn’t know how she’ll cope if she’s so unlikeable someone she loves died.

She has no idea why your friends with her to be honest. She saw you staring at her at a football game once. But it wasn’t a stare she was used to. It wasn’t cold like her mothers or jealous like her friends. No, this was nice. You were staring at her like you wanted to know about her, like when you looked at her, you saw a friend not someone to be feared.

And so Cheryl clung onto the tiny hint of friendship, the crack of a door into something that could happen, and she shoved herself through it. It worked, and now you’re the only person she’s nice to. She’s mean to everyone else, she calls them names and teases them, especially when they’re rude to you...but you stay. And she has no idea why, but she’s not going to wish it away.

“Shit, sorry Cheryl.” You drop your head into your hands and Cheryl looks at you confused. She looks around, not really sure of what to do. “I didn’t think, God knows what you thought had happened.” You ramble and she realizes you’re crying. Her eyes widen and you look at her, your eyes red and puffed and your lips pulls into frown.

“It’s okay.” She replies and wraps her arms around you. You bury your head into her neck, the smell of maple and cherries invade your senses and you let out a shaky breath.

It smells like home and happier times, and you want to crawl into those happy memories and never come back out. “I was just being ridiculous.” She tries to play it off, to make it seem like she couldn’t feel her heartbeat in her throat and the ringing in her ears. Pretend like it didn’t feel like someone had pulled her heart out and stamped on it.

“No, no you weren’t. I’m really sorry.” You sob and wrap your arms around her. She falls into your neck, surprised but not upset with how tight you’re holding her. She never wants you to let go. But of course she has to, and so however reluctant, she untangles herself from you and lets out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle. She hands you a tissue and you wipe your eyes with it before scrunching it up in your hand. “I’ve just had a rubbish day. Somebody shoved this in my locker.” You frown and pull a balled up piece of paper out of your pocket.

Cheryl’s eyebrows knit in confusion as she takes it from you, her fingers graze yours and you freeze for a few seconds.

who do you think did it?

cheryl __

y/n __

Jamie __

“Why is your brother on here?” Cheryl asks, her voice rising with each word and you rest your hand on top of hers to calm her down.

“I dunno.” You shrug. “Your parents are on there too.” You add and point further down the page.

“What a bunch of dicks.” She grumbles and crumples it up. “Do you know who it was?” You shrug and she sighs.

“I’ve just gotten tired of the staring and the whispers. So I thought I’d just have five minutes peace before going home and having to listen to Jamie cry in his room but pretend he’s okay. Or for my parents to walk on eggshells around both of us. Neither of them know what to say, and because of that they keep saying the wrong thing.” You ramble and she listens intently, trying her best to find a resolution to all of your problems.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t know the answer to everything, no matter what her mom says.

“I just thought five minutes by myself can’t be terrible. But then I came down here and someone carve-well it doesn’t matter what they wrote. What matters is that I made you worry at the worst possible time in your life. I hurt you, and I’m really sorry. Believe me, hurting you is the last thing I want to do you. I feel sick even just thinking about it. I never, ever want to hurt you. I love you too much. I love you more that I’ve ever loved anything or anyone ever. I just love yo-” Your eyes widen when you realize what you’ve just admitted to.

You don’t want to look at her, but she hasn’t said anything in a while and that’s strange for her. So you force yourself to look at her, expecting the worst. Expecting disgust, disappointment, betrayal. But it’s none of those.

Instead she’s smiling. And she looks actually happy. Something you haven’t seen in so long, something you’re glad to see, despite the circumstances.

Oh yeah, you’ve just told her you’re in love with her. What do you say after that?

“I-er-”

“Y/n?” She cuts you off before you get the chance to ruin the moment. She’s known you for long enough to know that when you get nervous, you ramble and when you ramble you say weird things.

You’re grateful for her cutting you off, usually if she talks over you, it annoys the hell out of you. But this time it’s welcomed and she stifles a small laugh and the sigh of relief you let out.

But the next thing she says is something that you weren’t expecting, but you’re sure as hell grateful for.

“Would you like to go on a date?”

---

The red lights from outside, illuminate Cheryl’s pale face in the night, painting her in a reddish hue and you find yourself staring at her for far longer than would be considered normal.

Lucky for you, she hasn’t noticed. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anything, not really anyway. Instead she stares down at her food, pushing a few fries around the plate and anxiety rises in your chest.

She’s already regretting doing this. She’s made a mistake and now she doesn’t know how to let you down gently.

She seems to sense you nerves because she’s looking at you quickly, a sad smile twitching at her lips.

“Sorry, I just. Jason always used to tease me about the two of us. It’s the only thing we’d take about sometimes. He’d constantly ask me if I’d asked you out yet. And every time I would say ‘no, we’re just friends’ but, well neither of us really believed that.” She says, a small laugh escapes her lips near the end, but she quickly shuts it off. It’s too soon for her to be laughing, too soon for her to be happy.

“Yeah.” You nod and finish your drink. “He used to tease me too. ‘if you don’t tell her, I’ll do it myself’.” You mimic his voice and a ghost of a smile twitches at her lips as she forces herself to look at you. “I am really glad you did ask me though.” Your voice shakes a little with nerves and Cheryl stares at you confused. “I do really like you Cheryl.”

“I really like you too.” She smiles softly and you stare at her lips. Sometimes you think the red lipstick has permanently stained her lips cherry red. Even when you guys are a sleepover, she still has bright red lips and the other part of you wonders if that’s just what they look like.

“Hey.” You start and a sly smile twitches at your lips as you remember an old memory. She leans forward, excited to know what you’re smiling about.

It could literally be anything, from a musty old book she let you borrow from the Thornhill archive, to a new tv show you started to watch. But whatever it is, she’s excited to hear you talk about it.

“Can you remember last year. It was Jamie’s 16th birthday and you and Jason were invited over. Jason was there because him and Jamie were planning on sneaking out later that night, and you tagged along so you could keep me company.” You start and she smiles at the memory.

The four of you sat in the living room, while your mom brought cake and your dad sang ‘happy birthday’. Cheryl remembers how happy she was, and she remembers talking to Jason afterwards, the two of them whispering and wondering if that was what a normal family was supposed to look like.

You, Cheryl and Jason had each pitched in for the record player he wanted. And even though you all knew that just Cheryl alone could have been able to buy him it if she really wanted, you knew they split it for you.

Jamie was ecstatic when he opened the box, and then all of the records you’d bought to go with it. He’d played it every single day since getting it, but now you haven’t heard it in months.

“Yeah.” She nods, a sad smiling taking over he face. “Can you remember when Jason pushed his face into the cake.” She adds making you snort a laugh.

The bell above Pop’s rings and Betty and Archie walk in. They send you a sympathetic smile before sitting at their own booth, and you and Cheryl share a look.

“Would you like another one?” You point at her milkshake and she nods, smiling shyly.

---

The walk home is over far too soon, and it’s only when you’re standing on your porch do you realize you took the normal way home by accident. Either the media has gone to sleep, or people are starting to forget about Jason and Riverdale.

That thought makes you frown and Cheryl watches your expression falter before you look back at her again.

“Thank you for walking me home.” You smile shyly and a nervous laugh escapes her lips.

“It’s no problem.” She shrugs and the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds longer than normal. She’s about to leave when you grab her hand and spin her around to face you.

She’s surprised for a second, until suddenly she feels a pair of lips on hers, and then the only thing she can feel is them. Everything else disappears, and though the kiss is short and a little awkward, it’s still perfect.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask and motion your head to large wooden door. The pain is chipped around the metal numbers, something your mom has nagged your dad about for the past 6 months. “We still have the rest of y/f/s to watch.”

“I’d love to.” She nods and the two of you grin at each other. “But seriously, how many times have you seen that now?”

“It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it.” You unlock the front door, giving it a quick kick before you stumble through it. “What matters is that this is the first time you’re seeing it.” You add and she rolls her eyes but follows you up the stairs anyway.

The sun sets over another day in Riverdale and darkness floods the town. The streets are cold and scary, but wrapped in your duvet and Cheryl’s arms, you’ve never felt warmer.

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom imagine #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom x y/n #cheryl blossom x you #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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tricksters-captain · 4 years

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 31

A/N: It’s been a while but as we come to the final chapters of this series I’d just like to say thank you to all those who have supported me throughout this series.

MASTERLIST LINK (HERE)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s older sister and you have a thing for a certain Serpent.

This chapter: Based on season 2 episode 19 - With the Black Hoods return, there’s a buzz in the air, a buzz of fear, a tension that looms between everyone.

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 3,448

Warnings: underage drinking, strong language

Recap of the series:

You are Archie’s older sister and with the pressure of college looming and the trouble of having to be the perfect daughter for Fred after your Mom left, you fall into the world of FP Jones. Crushing on him since forever you never dreamt that the older man would also harbour feelings now that you are older. Leaving behind your perfect world of straight A’s and cheerleading you have focused on trying to help FP overcome his alcoholism and bring his son back to him. This leads to a romance blossoming and you joining the Serpents to be closer to the older man and the Southside. But a relationship like yours doesn’t come without complications and hardships especially in a town like Riverdale with murder, prison time, gang rivalry, civil war, statues losing their heads and Penny Peabody. Things seem to get worse everyday and that’s when the black hood appears; targeting ‘sinners’ and what’s worse than a young girl being ‘corrupted’ by an older man, sex, bikes and becoming a gang member.

Being the older sister also meant having to watch out for Archie. With Hiram Lodge returning to town, Archie is dragged into the family business as he dates Hiram’s favourite daughter. Getting involved with Archie’s affairs meant Hiram also trying to use you against your will. Blackmail and threats from the man manipulate you to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. After occupying indecent photos of you and FP together and with the information that you’re a Serpent, Hiram felt no guilt using that against you to go against your own family,

However, when your father runs for mayor against the Lodge’s, Hiram uses one of his many minions to out the fact you’re a Serpent to your dad live on television. The light of this knowledge and the discovery of your Serpent jacket leads to high tensions not only between you and Fred but Fred and FP as well.

You decide to leave your childhood home and move in with FP and Jughead but something has seemed off over the past week or so and when the school musical rolls around, you understand why.

FP still has feelings for Alice Cooper and his conflicted emotions between the two of you leads to heartbreak as you observe him watch Alice and Hal together at the musical’s opening night.

Nevertheless, there are bigger problems to face as the supposedly dead Blackhood has returned, leaving a dead body and a bloody message on the set of ‘Carrie the Musical’ leaving you scared for not only yourself but FP and your father who the Blackhood failed to kill the first time round...

Now: S2 E19

Everything seemed to pass in a blur after the opening night of the musical. Midge’s funeral rolled around quickly and it didn’t shock you to the amount of people who attended. She was a popular girl and the way she died was horrific.

You stood beside Jughead and FP as the funeral commenced. You were trying to avoid eye contact with your father, it was the first time you had seen Fred since you moved out, since the night of the musical.

You laid down the rose you held in your hand on top of her casket as Cheryl stood with her Vixen and sang for Midge.

You desperately wanted to reach out and hold FP’s hand but you knew you couldn’t with so many people around but with the murder fresh in everyone’s minds you almost forgot that you were upset with FP.

As the funeral came to an end, you rushed after your brother and his friends. You wrapped your arm around his waist and ducked under his arm as you walked. You were worried about Archie, he used to be so obsessed with the Black Hood that you feared the obsession would now return. You just hoped it didn't end with him being buried alive again.

“Have you spoken to Dad?” Arch asked you quietly.

“No.” You admitted, looking down at your feet for a second to avoid Archie’s disappointed reaction.

You felt Archie stand still and you rose your head to see the Sheriff approach Mrs. Klump.

You could almost hear the remark inside Veronica’s head that this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Mrs. Klump?” Sheriff Keller sped up to catch Midge’s mother who walked arm-in-arm with Cheryl Blossom. “I just wanted you to know that the Sheriff Department is working around––”

Keller was shortly cut off by Mrs. Klump’s palm connecting with his cheek. You had to refrain from gasping at the assault.

“You were supposed to be protecting our children.” Mrs. Klump hissed, “you should be ashamed of yourself.”

You watched Mrs Klump walk off but Cheryl stay behind, you couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but you didn’t doubt it was anything less than a threat or a rich insult.

“I better get going.” You pulled away from Archie as Kevin ran up to his father to see if he was okay.

“Please speak to Dad. He’s worried about you.” Archie frowned as you started backing away.

“I’m sorry, Arch.” You sighed as you dug your hands in your pocket. You drove FP here since you thought it was too dangerous to ride his bikes in weather this bad so you knew he’d be waiting for you. Jughead refused the ride since he wanted to go to Pop’s with Betty and your brother after the funeral.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your fathers voice behind you as you were making your way towards your car.

You slowed as you heard him running to catch you up.

“Dad.” You turned to face him but it took everything in your power not to run away.

“Look, (Y/n), I want you back in the house.” He started,

“Dad, can’t we talk about this another time?” You tried pushing your way out of this conversation but Fred refused to give up.

“No, I want to talk about it now.” You noticed Fred’s eyes flicker past your head to wear FP was stood. “I don’t like you living on the Southside with everything that’s going on at the moment.”

You didn’t respond. You just waited to hear what else he wanted to say.

“With what happened with Midge, I just want to know you’re safe. I can’t have both you and Archie out the house all the time, at least with Archie I see him get home in the evenings––”

“I am safe.” You interrupted him. “I’m with Jughead and FP at Sunnyside. I have the Serpents and we protect our own. There’s safety in numbers.”

“Safety in numbers?” Fred scoffed, “Look how many people were at Pop’s the morning I was shot. Look how many people were at the high school when Midge was murdered and nailed to a wall.”

“I’m not coming home.” You stood your ground as Fred grew more irritated with you. “You can’t accept who I am. I can’t live in a house where I’m looked at with disgust.”

“I can’t accept who you are? (Y/n), the Serpents are everything they’re made out to be. You’re falling into a life of crime and danger. You have everything at your finger tips, a good college, a secure future and you’re throwing it away for a leather jacket and some so-called-friends?” Fred seemed to have snapped.

You shook your head and stuck your tongue into your cheek.

“I’ll see you later, Dad.” You retorted, shaking your head as your turned on your heels.

“Everything alright?” FP asked as you pulled out your car keys.

“Just peachy.” You grumbled, unlocking your car for the man to climb in.

You didn’t speak to FP the whole ride back to Sunnyside. You just listened to music and the sound of your windscreen wipers when the snow landed on your car. He knew you needed space.

You switched off your car engine as you pulled into the driveway but you didn’t exit the car just yet.

“You coming in?” FP asked, his brow furrowed as you didn’t move.

“I think I might go for a drive. Clear my head.” You told him, not looking towards him as you spoke.

“Alright.” FP pressed his lips into a thin line. “Don’t be too late.” He placed his hand on your thigh but you refused to react.

FP took the hint and left the car, heading into his trailer.

You sighed and leant your head forward onto your steering wheel. Why did things have to get so much more complicated?

You found yourself outside your childhood house after leaving Sunnyside. You wanted to talk to Archie. You were genuinely worried for your dad but it wasn't the right time for you to be back in the house. No matter how much you clashed heads at the moment, you knew he was the one in most danger. After all, he was the first one who came to mind when you asked yourself who escape the Black Hood.

You spotted the deputy outside your house staring at you and so you left. You headed to the White Wyrm for a while. You didn’t know where else to go, you didn’t want to be at the trailer alone with FP right now. You couldn’t believe that was something you could of ever thought but things weren’t right and with the Black Hood’s return it was best to keep your distance.

You didn't return to Sunnyside until late and fortunately Juggy was home which meant no alone time with FP.

The next day you had to return to school. You spent the whole day inside your own head, your thoughts getting the best of you.

“Veronica, have you seen Archie today?” You raced after the younger girl as she made her way to the cafeteria.

“No, I was going to ask you the same thing. He hasn’t been responding to my texts.” She looked equally worried as you felt.

“Weird. I’ll head home after school, I finish early due to free periods anyway and see if he’s there.” You had a bad feeling about this but then again he could be working for Hiram and not wanting to tell Ronnie. Hiram was also going behind people’s backs so you wouldn't be surprised if Archie was picking up the bad habit.

You rushed home after school and knocked on the door.

“Is Archie home?” You asked as soon as your dad opened the door.

“No, he hasn’t come back yet. He left this morning for school. Why?” He seemed slightly surprised that uni were on his doorstep but the question about Archie made him suspicious.

“No reason. I just wanted to talk to him, he’s probably at Veronica’s. Don’t worry. Bye.” You tried to end the conversation quickly so you could get back to the car.

You rang Archie but it went straight to voicemail.

“Archie, where are you? I’m worried. Call me.” You left a message before hanging up and texting Veronica that he wasn’t at home.

You didn’t receive a response from Veronica until an hour later whilst you were working to say Archie’s called her and it’s fine but you couldn’t help but feel like she was hiding something. You tried calling Archie again but he didn’t pick up.

“Come on, Archie.” You muttered as you rang him again.

“(Y/n)?” Pop called your name from out front and your tucked your phone away.

“Sorry, Pop’s.” You apologised for making him wait as you picked up the empty. plates and glasses from around the tables in the diner.

Another hour and a half went by and the lack of response from Archie was driving you up the wall.

“Pop, is it okay if I leave early today? I’m really not feeling well.” You made up some excuse to leave your shift unfinished and go investigate where the hell your baby brother has gotten to.

Pop reluctantly gave in as you did work more shifts than you were contracted to anyway and it was more than clear something was bothering you.

You headed to the trailer park so you could grab your phone charger and change out of your work uniform since you had spilt half a milkshake on your skirt when you heard your phone go off earlier but it was only from Toni asking if you’d be around the Wyrm later.

When you got to Sunnyside, you noticed a car in your usual parking space. You pulled up behind in and that’s when you noticed FP’s door was open.

You felt your heart drop down into your stomach as you slowly approached the steps to the trailer.

Inside, you could see FP.

FP and Alice Cooper.

FP has his arms wrapped tightly around Alice as she cried into his arms. It reminded you of all the times you’d been in her place.

You took a step backwards, your whole body felt as heavy as stone. A stick on the earth beneath your feet gave away your presence as FP looked over to you through the door.

His stare seemed to send a shock wave through you and sent you flying towards your car with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You backed out of your spot and left Sunnyside in the dust.

You tried calling Archie again.

“Pick up... Pick up.. Pick up! Fuck!” You grew more annoyed with every ring and eventually threw your phone into your passenger seat. A car horn startled you as you started to drive onto the wrong side of the road, your eyes shot up to the car in front of you and you swerved off the road onto the grass, missing a tree by an inch.

Your car let out an ugly sound as steam gushed out of the hood. You let the tears fall from your eyes as you rolled your head back against your seat, your knuckles turning white form the grip you had on the steering wheel.

FP pulled Alice into his arms as she broke down in front of him. He was shocked to say the least with all the information that fluttered out of Alice’s mouth.

There was a sharp snap at the door and FP’s eyes met yours.

He saw the hurt flush your face before you ran off.

He knew he couldn’t chase after you, not with Alice in the state she was in. You’d have to wait. As much as he didn’t want to leave you upset, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

Alice pulled away, slightly calmer now and explained more about Chic. He was tied up in Alice’s basement at that current moment and flashbacks about Jason Blossom and the drug dealer from before tortured him. He wasn’t going to let Jughead be dragged into this. Not the way he was with Jason Blossom.

FP scooped up his phone and jacket as Alice waited for him to get ready to return to her house, he took a second to look at his phone but no messages from you appeared.

“Come on.” FP placed his hand on Alice’s back and ushered her out the door. He couldn’t let you affect him right now but he knew he’d hurt you and it hurt him. After everything you’d done for him, the past week or so had been torturous as he fought with himself and his feelings.

You had managed to stop crying when you finally decided to call a tow truck. Your phone was almost dead, you still hadn’t heard from Veronica or Archie.

It was dark now. You managed to get out of the car, taking a half empty bottle of whiskey with you which you had forgot about as it sat on your back seat.

You tugged your Serpents jacket tightly around you as you sat on the hood of your car which had fortunately stopped steaming a while ago.

You’d almost finished the bottle by the time you saw headlights approach you.

“Need a ride?” It was Sweet Pea.

You shook your head.

“Tow truck should be here any second now.” You raised your wrist your to nose to wipe it with your sleeve.

“You alright?” Sweet Pea could see your smudged mascara from a mile off even in the dark.

“Peachy.” You lied. Sweet Pea sent you a look of sympathy just as the tow trucks headlights made an appearance.

“Sure you don’t want that ride? I’m heading back to Sunnyside anyway.” Sweet Pea stuck around as the tow truck hooked your car up to take it to the garage.

“I don’t want to go back to FP’s.” You openly admitted.

“Then don’t. There’s spare trailers at Sunnyside, you know. But you can’t just stay here.” Sweet Pea offered you his spare helmet and after a short pause you decided to take it.

He drove you back to the trailer park and you noticed FP’s trailer had no lights on. No one was home. Perfect timing.

You unlocked the door and grabbed your bag, throwing in your clothes and belongings.

You heard the trailer door behind you open as you rushed around the trailer.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Jughead was the first one to enter, he looked at you with a look of confusion as you piled your things together.

“I’m leaving.” You admitted. “Tonight.”

“Hey, woah, woah...” FP entered behind Jug and tried taking hold of the bag in your hand. “Let’s talk about this.”

“You’re going home?” Jughead asked, referring to the Andrews residence.

“There’s an empty trailer on the other side of the trailer park. I work enough to afford rent, I’ll be out of your boys way.” You tugged the bag away from FP, trying your hardest not to look him in the face afraid you’ll start tearing up again.

“This late at night? Just stay until the morning. We can help you tomorrow.” FP tried his best to get you to stay.

“No. I’m leaving tonight.” You refused to change your mind, flinging your hair up into a pony tail to get it out of your face.

“Well, let us help you now.” Jughead moved to get some bedding from the cupboard and faced you with a sincere look upon his face.

“It’s fine, Jug.” You tried to take the bedding from him but he stepped backwards and headed towards the door.

You figured it was easier to not resist the help from Jughead as he helped you take your stuff to the trailer across the park.

“Where’s your car?” Jughead asked as you lugged the stuff over on foot.

“Engine problems.” You said, not lying entirely but not telling the whole truth.

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t know what’s happened for you to suddenly want your own space but you can talk about it, you know?” Jughead almost made you smile with how much he was trying.

“There’s just a lot going on right now, Jug.” That’s all he was going to get from you that night and he took the hint.

“Right, I’ll come round with some cereal tomorrow, I doubt you had the time to food shop with this impromptu move.” Jughead said lightheartedly,

“Goodnight Jug.” You walked him to the front door and closed it as he returned to his own home.

It wasn’t long after he left that you had a knock on the door.

“Jug, whatever it is, I don’t need it tonight––” You opened the door to see it wasn't Jughead at all.

“Do you really think it’s a smart move to be living alone right now?” FP had a face of fury as he stood on the outside of your trailer.

“Goodnight FP.” You went to close the door on him only for his hand to stop you as he forced his way into your trailer, closing the door behind him.

“Don’t shut me out, girl.” FP warned you.

“Shut you out? That’s rich.” You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest.

“In case you forgot, there’s a murderer on the loose. Killing victims he believes have sinned.” FP ignored your remark,

“Actually it's kind of hard to forget that when that same murderer tried to kill my own father.” You snapped back.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” FP sighed, gesturing to the trailer around you.

“Giving you space. Giving me space. Every time I look at you, I see you with Alice Cooper or looking at Alice Cooper or at Alice Cooper’s house! All I have done is be there and I don’t want to be there anymore if Alice is there too.” You thought you sounded ridiculous. Like a school girl crushing on her teacher who she couldn’t have.

“Alice? Alice?! Alice came to me earlier because she told me that she kept our kid back from high school and that our kid had died! She blames herself for it. How can I just turn her away when she’s told me that?!” FP argued.

“I’m not just talking about earlier!” You exasperate. “It’s constant.” You almost laughed with the pain filling your chest. “I can’t compete. I’m over here following you around like a little puppy dog, thinking you share the same feelings for me but Alice! Alice will always have her claws stuck into you. Meanwhile, I’m just a stupid girl who got her hopes up too high...” You weren’t aware of the tears now leaving your eyes but FP felt a pang in his gut at the sight of you like this.

“You think I would be risking everything if I didn’t have feelings for you?! Risking losing my son again? Risking my future in this town?” FP couldn’t believe what he was hearing from you. Of course he had feelings for you!

“Exactly! I’m a risk! I’m a problem! Something we have to hide. With Alice, you wouldn’t be risking anything.”

“God, girl...!” FP threw his hands up in frustration and tried to refrain from hitting the side of the trailer. “Alice is married! Her daughter is dating my son! Yes, we have a history, yes I care about her but I care about you! Hell, I care about you a lot more than I care about most people.” FP didn’t hold back, he didn’t want to lose you but you just seemed to be blocking out everything he was saying.

“Please just go.” You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Please.”

“(Y/n)––” FP started,

“FP. Please.” You opened your glassy eyes as you pleaded.

FP ran his hand over his head as he turned to leave, all he wanted to do was make things right again.

You waited until the trailer door closed completely before you sank down the wall and burrowed your face against your knees; tears freely flowing.

Your phone, which was on charge in the kitchen suddenly buzzed with your ringtone, you got up and picked up the phone.

“Archie?” You asked, relieved that his caller ID finally came up.

“(Y/n), where are you? What’s wrong?” Archie must've heard the upset in your voice.

“Where have you been?” You asked, he was the one who had disappeared all day.

“It’s a long story.” Archie admitted. “I’m coming to Sunnyside now.”

“Hurry.” You ended the call with a whisper and prayed Archie would be quick.

(PART 32)

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uniqueimagines · 5 years

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Mystery Date

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Yes. “Hello, can you write a sweet pea x reader imagine based off this: *photo that reads* my dad is a cop and I just called him and he was like “hey I have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car that I’m running him to the station” and I asked if he was cute and my dad said “hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “I wanna say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard.” @sweetpeaflower01

Description: Being Sheriff Keller's daughter can be interesting but who knew calling your dad to let him know what you want from the grocery store would lead to a mystery date with a certain Serpent.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 800

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Being Sheriff Keller's daughter was fairly uneventful most the time but on occasion some weird stuff could happen. When you got home after school you found your father had left a note for you and you brother Kevin. * I hope the two of you had a good day at school. I am going to run to the store after work, let me know if either of you want anything. Love you both, Dad.* “Need anything from the store Kev? Dad’s going after work” You call as Kevin raids the fridge looking for something to eat. “Yeah will you ask him to get some lunch meat. There's no more.” Kevin says as he stuffs the last piece of lunch meat into his mouth.

Rolling your eyes your eyes you begin calling your Dad pressing your phone to your ear. After a few rings your dad picks up, “Hey, sweetie. How was your day?” “It was good and boring. Can you pick me up some soda and we need more lunch meat. Kevin stuffed his face with the last of it.” You hear two people laughing. “Dad are you driving with your phone on speaker. Is someone in the car with you?” Your dad laughs lightly, “Yeah, I have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car. I’m running him to the station.” “Wait is he cute?” You ask half jokingly making your dad laugh and turn letting the boy reply for himself. You hear them both laugh lightly before the boy says, “I wanna say yes, sir.” You can tell by the response that your dad was giving him his this is my daughter look.

“Well, if he is cute why is he going to jail? I wanna meet this cute boy,” you say in your most pouty voice. “Well he is just going in to answer some questions about a stupid fight with the Ghoulies and he seems to be a fairly okay kid…” your dad says hesitantly. “Meet me at Pop’s at 6?” the mystery boy speaks up. “Is that okay dad?” you ask and he can hear how giddy and excited you are. “Fine. If you hurt her-” “Dad!” you cut him off before he can threaten the boy more. “I’ll see you at Pop’s.” the boy says before your dad hangs up. “Hey Kev wanna help me get ready for a date tonight?” You yell up the stairs to your brother. Kevin comes speeding to the stairs, “You have a date?! Who with?!”

Rolling your eyes you lead him to your room to help you pick out clothes and explain that you don’t know who it is and about the conversations. “Wait so he was answering questions about the fight today? Do you think maybe he is a Serpent? If he is this outfit would be perfect!” Your brother leaps up grabbing your black skinny jeans, a dark grey crop top, and accented with your black vans and leather jacket.

You walked out of the bathroom and into your room wearing the outfit he had picked and your brothers eyes got wide. “You are smoking. I wish I looked good in all dark clothes like you.” Kev groans throwing himself back on your bed as if his world was ending. “Thanks for a weird way of complimenting me and shut up you look good literally every day. Stop trying to steal my moment.” “Fine. Leave me and go on your mystery date.”

You got to the diner early as you were nervous. You always paced whenever you got anxiety so as you waited outside the diner you walk back and forth and as you run your fingers through your hair you hear, “Y/F/N Keller?” You turn to see Sweet Pea smiling down on you. “Sweets? You are my mystery date?” “Yeah, I never thought I would get this opportunity. I hope you aren’t disappointed that it's me.” He looks down kicking a small rock away from him.

“I’m not disappointed. I never thought you would have any interest in me.” Stepping closer to him you smile lightly. “Who in their right mind wouldn’t be interested in you?!” Sweet pea looks up at you shocked. “Well then I hope, since you are interested… You won’t mind if I do this.” You step to him standing on your toes pressing your hands to his chest and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Pulling away for a breath he smiles, “I thought it would never happen. I don't mind a bit.” Sweet Pea pulls you into him holding your hips pressing his lips to yours as if it was the last time he could ever kiss you. Pulling away Sweet Pea laughs, “Good thing your brother ate the last of the lunch meat.”

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lovableah · 6 years

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Control [7] - Riverdale Series

A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long. A lot happened and I had such a bad writer block. I hope this part (even tho it’s not the best) will get us through it 💛 By the way, happy beginning of fall 🍁🎃

[Y/N Keller was diagnosed with leukemia and started her chemotherapy short after Fred was shot. In fear of getting treated like a porcelain doll and not wanting to be a burden to her friends, she tries to hide it. Will it work? And how long can she hides it? (Inspired by Alexa & Katie)]

Pairing: FEM!Reader x Cheryl and FEM!Reader x Sweet Pea (Endgame not chosen yet, so vote!)

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX

Y/N could have sworn it was luck that her father and her brother were out and didn't hear the scream of the Blossom female. Praying in silence that her neighbors didn't hear it as well. They could think that it was another murder. Well, in Riverdale you can't know what happens next since things are sinking more into the death hole as you can scream "Holy Macaroni".

Slowly dropping her hands from her face, she reached slowly to get the razor out of her best friend's grip, but it she held on it way too tight. "Cheryl, everything is alright. Just let go of the razor. We don't want to hurt another hair on your pretty head, right?" At her horrible joke, Cheryl turned her head like an owl to look at her friend, only causing her to whisper a small 'sorry'. "I really did that," Cheryl whispered and rushed to the bathroom, pulling Y/N with her. As she saw her own reflection in the mirror, she shrieked and touched the bare spot on her head. Y/N's heart broke as she saw how devastated her friend looked and only because she tried to be a good friend. Shutting her eyes, she turned on the razor again and moved it over the same spot as Cheryl.

Cheryl stared at her friend, who dropped the razor in the sink with a shaking hand before bursting out in laughter. "Oh my god, you look hilarious." "Says you. You look like a cat that was hit by a car." Cheryl stopped laughing and punched her, "Stop being mean. Cats are lovely and only because some can't drive, doesn't mean you have to make fun of them. Especially after your cat Fluffy-," Y/N moved her hand above her friend's mouth and glared. "We both look ugly, okay? And the only solution is to shave it all off." Cheryl whined and stepped closer to the mirror, "Can we just let someone transplant new hair on our head?" "How about wigs?"

"That sounds great but we should just shave it off, so it grows even." Cheryl had calmed down from her mental breakdown and picked the razor up. A few minutes later, well maybe an hour later, all of their hair was in the sink and both girls touched their bald head like they never saw someone with it before. Unexpectedly, the door of the bathroom was ripped opened and her father walked in with his eyes glued to a flyer. "Do you girls want pizza too?" As he didn't get an answer, Tom Keller looked up and his jaw dropped to the floor. Before he could say something, Kevin followed his father's path and was only presented with the same view, which made his jaw drop down next to his father's.

"Is this a joke?" Kevin blurted out and moved his hand to his sister's head to touch it. Ignoring the glare that she was shooting at him, he moved a finger carefully over the shaved head and pulled it away shocked. "Do you see it?” "Oh yes, I do," Tom grinned at his son and looked at the two girls. "I see two stunning girls.

After the sun woke up and gave the moon to rest from a long sleepover, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N were sneaking through the small but popular mall of Riverdale. Kevin was able to wrap their heads with the nicest scarfs Y/N owned back from when it was used to be cool to wear them. "Where do we actually get a wig that doesn't scream Halloween or secretly working in an illegal industry?" Y/N asked while hiding behind a huge plant, causing Kevin to roll his eyes since it was obviously, before saying in a chorus with Cheryl. "There!"

Their eyes were fixated on a store that was only popular around the time of costume parties. Running into that store like a ninja, Cheryl and Kevin followed in a slower walk. Y/N l didn't want people to know. She didn't want them to know about her hairless head, her chemotherapy, and cancer. First of all, it was none of their business and second, she didn't want to lose control.

"Oh, this looks great!" Cheryl screamed and run towards a silicone head with long red hair on it. It really looked like her natural hair before she buzzed it off. Y/N, half-hearted, walked through the area with wigs and sighed defeated. The only piece she could afford with the money of her father was a light pink one. The more realistic ones were so much over her budget. Kevin saw how the mood of his sister changed and he gently wrapped her arm around her while Cheryl was basically dancing around the wig in happiness.

However, she immediately stopped when she saw the two and almost dropped everything. "Oh, Y/N I am so sorry." Cheryl would have loved to support her friend even more but because of all the money her family lost and the rest she had, she only could afford one and she wanted it for herself. She was Cheryl Blossom and only the ginger wig could suit her.

In the end, Cheryl indeed brought the one she wanted and left the shop fast with guilt. She couldn't look at her friend without wanting to punch herself in the face, but her mother would bury her in their garden if she wouldn't turn up with hair on her head. Once, Y/N ran up the stairs and buried her face into her pillow and couldn't stop the tears from falling. Why did everything had to be this hard? If Cheryl didn't want to look like that, why did she do it? Y/N didn't want to be bald yet. Look sick. She just didn't want to and now she did.

Kevin gave her some time before coming up. Slowly opening the door, he whispered, "Knock, knock. Wake up princess, we have to get ready for your prince." At the words, Y/N broke out into a teary smile since her father used to say that when she was younger and didn't want to get up. "You have a secret date tonight and I will be driving you to Pop's. Told Dad we would love to have a night out." Kevin was indeed a good brother and no one could make her doubt.

Once they arrived at Pop's, the two saw Sweet Pea sitting at a booth and rubbing his hands nervously. Nervously? It didn't sound like the Serpent at all. "Good luck," Kevin whispered and pressed gently a hand on her back. Slowly, approaching the boy that made her heart jump, made her realize that she was only a teenage girl right now. As Sweet Pea caught sight of the soft pink hair on her head, a small smile formed on his lips. "You look beautiful," He complimented her in a kind of gaze. "Thank you, I can only return it. Well, not beautiful-, but handsome," Y/N became a stuttering mess and Sweet Pea just chuckled. "Thank you."

They spent their date with stealing food from the other's plate, joking about Weatherbee and the Black Circle and staring without a word at each other for a straight minute or longer. Kevin texted her in the middle of the date that he would wait in the car, so he could start putting ideas together for 'Carrie: The Musical". The wind started to pick up outside and the branches of the trees were dancing in the darkness. Seeing how cold it looked outside at that early time of the year, he wrapped his leather jacket around her as they left.

Everything was perfect. They were staring at each other and the lights were reflecting on the edges of their soft skin. It looked like they wanted to kiss, but suddenly a part of the storm, ripped off the piece of hair off her head, leaving her without it in the front of a speechless Sweet Pea. Both of them couldn't stutter out a word as they only looked after the pink ball flying over the streets of Riverdale. The salty tears of the earlier part of the day returned and Y/N turned anxiously to him.

"I am so sorry," She stuttered and backed away to not be near him, but he stopped her. His strong arms moved her closer to him. "Why are you apologizing? You never looked more beautiful. Especially to me." If you could taste those tears, you would notice that they turned sweet because of the words he was able to bring up. The best thing he could do and it even got better. "And now I hope you can forgive me for this," and leaned forward to kiss her.

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ficnation · 3 years

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❝Romeo and Julio❞ Masterlist

Summary: Malachai’s brother was supposed to be the Ghoulies’ eyes and ears on the north side of Riverdale. His mission: find easily influenced teenagers who will become the gang’s future clients. Y/n thought it would be easy to manipulate the students and earn their trust, but he didn’t predict he’d find friends and love in Riverdale High. Will he be able to go through with Malachai’s plan?

Pairings: Riverdale x Male! Reader; Sweet Pea x Reader; Kevin Keller x Reader; other minor pairings

☠ Chapter 1 - “Behind the Bleachers” ☠

☠ Chapter 2 - coming soon! ☠

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carni-val · 6 years

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Brains and Brawn - S.P.

pairing: Sweet Pea x Keller!Reader

summary: [Y/N] has to face her hate for the Southside head-on when her friends Betty and Jughead ask for her help. While working with Sweet Pea, she finds that not all the Serpents are bad.

author’s note: i’m so humbled by how quickly the first part gained notes that i was so excited to post the second part. i hope you guys enjoy this as much as the first part!

Part 1

[Y/N]’s head began to spin at her brother’s words. She looked to everyone in the hallways; the ones that were muttering to each other with their eyes focused on her, the ones that were simply looking at her, and the ones that would only look at her when she wasn’t looking. It was clear in some ways but still foggy in others; this couldn't have travelled as fast as it did and even if that was the case, why would so many people care? Besides, it’s not exactly like her interaction with Sweet Pea in the parking lot was all sunshine and rainbows, it was more like thunder and the downpour he drove her home in the previous day. “Is that what everyone’s talking about?” she whispered to her brother. “Yeah! You’re the hot gossip of the school,” Kevin confirmed. “Everyone saw you leave school with him, but I’m the only one who saw you giving him his jacket back when he dropped you off.” [Y/N]’s mouth fell open at her brother’s untimely giddiness. “Have you been feeding into this, Kev?” she quizzed. “It’s just harmless gossip,” he rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s not harmless to me,” she protested before taking in a deep breath. “Listen Kev, listen closely,” she began but before she could continue, she caught sight of Betty down the hall. When her eyes found [Y/N] with Kevin, they widened significantly as she hastily made her way over to the siblings. “Hey guys,” she greeted the both of them. She gave [Y/N] a look, telling her not to say anything. “Did you hear?” Kevin smirked. “[Y/N]’s dating a Serpent.” “No I’m not!” I shoved his shoulder. “Then what were you doing with him yesterday?” [Y/N] fell silent, torn between her promise to Betty and her need to clear her name. She looked to Betty and her decision was made after receiving the blonde’s pleading look. “We were hanging out,” she shrugged, looking to her brother again, catching Betty’s look that silently told her to keep going. “Because we’re dating,” [Y/N] forced out. Kevin’s face lit up like a Christmas tree but before he could interview me, [Y/N] held her hands up. “That doesn’t mean you can go around spewing information about me and Sweet Pea to everyone at Riverdale High. We’re a thing and we didn’t want anyone to know yet, but it seems like that plan’s down the drain.” “I cannot believe this!” Kevin tried to mute his excitement. “This is like the ultimate love story - the Sheriff’s daughter with a bad boy Serpent? Almost as iconic as me and Joaquin.” “Please just keep it quiet,” [Y/N] urged, hoping that just this once, Kevin would be able to complete this task. “Okay,” he nodded, mocking a zipper across his mouth. “You got it.” “And do not tell dad,” she warned before sending him away. [Y/N] looked to Betty who was sending me a hesitant smile. “You owe me big time,” she told her, slamming her locker shut before heading down the hallway, keeping her head down to avoid everyone’s stares.

As the blue of the sky darkened, [Y/N] walked hastily through the Southside, hoping to make it to Jughead’s before all daylight was gone. He had called her over to discuss what she and Sweet Pea found out at the hostel the previous day and since she couldn’t ask her father for a ride to the Southside, she was left to walk. She kept her head down, hoping not to run into any trouble as she was on her own out here. The wind was chilly, forcing her to wrap her cardigan tighter around her and it made her wonder whether the shivers she was experiencing were from the weather or fear. She had tried to steady her breathing as she lifted her head only to see just how much farther she had to walk. There were only very few people loitering around the open area and besides the curious glances they casted to her, they left her alone. She figured she could get Jughead to drop her off at home afterwards, because if she was this nervous walking through the Southside with the sun watching over her, she was convinced she wouldn’t be able to step out of his tailer when it was just her, the dark, night sky, and the monsters lurking in the shadows. However, some monsters didn't mind coming out in the daylight, so at the sound of a voice calling out to her, [Y/N] wrapped her arms tighter around herself as she quickened her steps only slightly. Another holler her way fuelled her steps to grow quicker. However, her path was cut off as the heckler stood in front of her. The face paint he wore was sloppy; the white paint was patchy and almost powdery while the black paint that surrounded his eyes and trailed down his face made him look like a panda or maybe even a raccoon if his intent was to be threatening. “Back off, I’m not interested,” [Y/N] said, but lacked the confidence in her words. She tried to step around the boy but he blocked her path again, “But I am princess,” he grinned, widening his eyes to give him an unsettling look that [Y/N] thought was the point of the face paint. “Just leave me alone,” she told him firmly. “But what if we never see each other again?” he kissed his teeth. “What a travesty that would be.” [Y/N] looked around through the corners of her eyes to those cohabiting the area. No one batted an eye or even looked in her direction. She wondered if they were aware of what was even going on, but their fixated gazes downward or to the opposite side of the area told her that they were aware of what was going on but they didn’t feel inclined to help her. [Y/N] was in the cage with a hungry lion surrounded by spectators. Just as the boy reached up to touch her face, an all too familiar voice boomed from behind [Y/N], “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” [Y/N] never thought she’d be so happy to hear his voice and she felt the vice-like grip of anxiety unravel from her chest, the closer that Sweet Pea got. Soon enough he passed her and stood in between [Y/N] and her harasser. “Sorry snake, but I’m not interested in sharing,” the stranger sneered. Sweet Pea smirked, breathing out a sarcastic laugh. “She’s not exactly yours to share, is she?” “You trying to tell me she’s yours?” the stranger looked past Sweet Pea’s broad shoulder towards [Y/N]. “Is it true? The snake has a girlfriend as pretty as you?” “Yeah,” Sweet Pea’s harsh tone answered, stepping in the thug’s line of view. [Y/N]’s initial reaction of surprise surfaced on her face before she could catch it. Her face fell when she saw Sweet Pea clutching his blade and pointing it at the stranger’s face. “Which means if you come near her again, you’ll have me and the other Serpents to deal with.” “You really think you can take me on?” the face painted boy questioned, stepping closer to Sweet Pea. The two were almost the same height but the stranger was slightly heftier than Sweet Pea. [Y/N]’s eyes fell to the cross body bag slung around her. Without being too abrupt or moving too fast, she reached into her bag as the boys continued partaking in trash talking. When her fingers wrapped around the small, cool, metal can in her bag, she clutched it and took it out. Her eyes stayed on the scene before her as she uncapped the can of pepper spray her father had given her for moments like this. The sudden sound the can made caused both of the boys to turn to her. “Is it a fair fight now?” [Y/N] quizzed the stranger, pointing the pepper spray towards him as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Sweet Pea. His eyes went back and forth between Sweet Pea and [Y/N]. “You think your perfume’s going to hurt me?” “Perfume? Probably not, but I hear pepper spray’s a bitch to get out of your eyes,” [Y/N] replied. “And if that wasn't enough, the following stab wound should do it,” Sweet Pea added. When the stranger said nothing, Sweet Pea slung his arm around [Y/N]’s shoulders and pulled her close to him. “I think he’s got the message babe,” he told her. “You better hope I don’t see you around,” he said to the stranger before leading [Y/N] passed him. When they were a good few feet away, Sweet Pea and [Y/N] both put their weapons away. “Why didn’t you whip that out earlier?” Sweet Pea nodded towards her bag, talking about her pepper spray. “It’s empty,” she answered. “It’s empty?” he questioned, astonished. “I’ve had this can for as long as I can remember,” she shrugged, remembering that his arm was around her when the weight of it made it hard to shrug. “What are you doing here anyways?” he asked her. “I’m here to see Jug,” she answered as the two continued walking. “I thought you were done protecting me,” she glanced to Sweet Pea whose head was held high. “Jughead would kill me if he found out I let something happen to you.” A part of [Y/N] couldn’t seem to believe that. Sweet Pea could’ve easily kept walking and if something did happen to her, Jughead would never know that Sweet Pea was there in the first place. She decided to ignore this logic seeing as how Sweet Pea didn’t owe her anything that would warrant him protecting her for any reason other than Jughead. “I guess this proves I can protect you too,” she said after a moment of silence. Sweet Pea glanced down at her, unimpressed with her quip. “Your can was empty so if it had to be, it’d be down to me to save your ass again.” The bitter taste that was present when she first saw Sweet Pea was back and stronger than ever. She shrugged continuously until he got the message to unravel his arm from her shoulders. She quickly distanced herself as she felt her blood boil at his presence. “Why did you tell that guy we were dating anyways?” she questioned. “You could’ve easily told him we weren’t but you had to tell him we were.” “Because if I didn’t, the next time he saw you, he’d be all over you again,” Sweet Pea answered. “What do you care anyways?” Sweet Pea raised his brows, “You want me to go back and tell him I was lying?” he hitched a thumb over his shoulder. Just as he turned to do exactly that, [Y/N] grabbed onto his arm, yanking him back in frustration. “No!” she snapped, groaning as she released his arm. “I just don’t need more people thinking that we’re dating, okay?” Sweet Pea was stunned into silence and all of the cocky emotions he was displaying drained from his face. “People think we’re dating?” he questioned, his jaw clenching. “It’s not my fault,” [Y/N] threw her hands up. “If we didn’t ride out on your motorcycle from Riverdale High’s parking lot then people wouldn’t think we were dating.” “So it’s my fault?” he folded his arms across his chest. “Yeah,” she answered almost immediately. “Basically it is.” “Well don’t get too excited, Northie,” he began to stomp passed her. “Believe me, I won’t,” [Y/N] chuckled sarcastically. “Because it’s never going to happen snake.”

[Y/N] was rudely awoken the next morning by her alarm clock. She groaned, rolling over and using her sense of touch to find her alarm clock as her heavy eyes begged to stay shut. Once the obnoxious beeping halted, [Y/N] relaxed back into bed. While she got home from Jughead’s at a reasonable hour, she spent the night going over her interaction with Sweet Pea. While it didn’t last long, it was nice to be on the same side as him instead of fighting him. For the brief moment that they teamed up against what she later learned was a Ghoulie, it felt nice for someone to have her back. Even for the split second that they weren’t fighting after walking away from the Ghoulie, it was nice to be able to speak to him in a civilized manner. At some point in the night, [Y/N] was keen on the idea of having his arm around her again but she didn’t know whether it was a symptom of late night loneliness or not. After discussing what she and Sweet Pea found at the hostel, Jughead had discussed the Serpents; what they stood for and what their jobs were. [Y/N] quickly learned that a lot of the things the Northside accused them for, they weren't responsible for. The dealing of jingle jangle, the aggression that found its way on the Northside - it was all the Ghoulies, not the Serpents. [Y/N] had also learned that Jughead’s dad was the Serpent King and he, by extension, was Serpent royalty. He promised he was leading the Serpents down a better path and [Y/N] believed him. After listening to Jughead talk about the Serpents, [Y/N] didn’t think they were all that bad, but she would never reveal that. At least, that’s what she thought until she headed downstairs for breakfast. She stumbled upon her father speaking to Mayor McCoy. Her distance made it harder to hear, but she made out the words, Southside High, raid, arrests, and today. [Y/N]’s heart dropped at the news; her mind immediately going to Jughead and despite the fact that she wouldn’t admit it, Sweet Pea. Reaching into her bag, she dialled Archie’s number as she snuck out the front door knowing she would need backup for this mission.

Southside High was a lot darker than Riverdale High was; the lockers were a darker shade of blue, the walls that were a sickly grey had graffiti plastered all over them, and groups of students were huddled in different corners of the hallways doing things that [Y/N] couldn’t concern herself with at that moment. She and Archie agreed on causing the least commotion, just to grab Jughead and get out of Southside High before [Y/N]’s father and Mayor McCoy showed up. “Where is he?” Archie asked, looking up and down the halls, ignoring the Southsiders that were staring at them. “Try calling him again,” [Y/N] demanded. As Archie did that, [Y/N] spotted Sweet Pea heading down the hallway and stopping at his locker. The butterflies she felt thinking about his touch returned just at the mere sight of him. While her first instinct was to agonize over this newfound emotion, she pushed it aside as she rushed over to the Serpent. “What the hell are you Northsiders doing here?” Sweet Pea’s tone was harsh when he caught sight of her. [Y/N] resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she stopped in front of Sweet Pea. From a few feet away, she noted some Ghoulies staring at her from down the hall. She grabbed onto Sweet Pea’s arm and pulled it around her shoulders, almost as if it was a shield from their gazes. Sweet Pea’s look of confusion and possible disgust struck [Y/N] like a dagger but again, she pushed her emotions aside. “Calm down, darling,” she emphasized the last word, prompting him to go along with their fake relationship for the moment. “My dad and Mayor McCoy are coming here soon and they’re planning on arresting people; I don’t know who but I wouldn’t be surprised if it included Serpents. You have to get out of here.” Sweet Pea’s body stiffened as he began to pull away from [Y/N]. “Uh oh!” a Ghoulie sang as he and his friends were passing by the pair. “Looks like we have a not-so-happy couple on our hands,” he tisked, stopping a few feet away. “Hey fellas,” he called to his crew. “You think I stand a chance with her when that snake is through with her?” the Ghoulies chuckled in response. “What do ya say sweetheart? You want to play with the big boys?” he smirked, his boys cheering for him. [Y/N] glanced to Sweet Pea whose jaw was clenched so tight, she was afraid one of his teeth would break. His fist was clenched to his side as his arm felt like stone against her shoulders. “Sweet Pea, can you spare your ego just this once?” she placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to look at her. “We have to go,” she whispered. Sweet Pea’s eyes cast down on her, darkness overtaking them but [Y/N] only got a glimpse before she was pulled against his body and his lips were on hers. [Y/N] felt like she was dreaming - was this the sort of dream where she dreamt she woke up but she really didn’t? So many questions ran through her mind; so many emotions through her heart that she simply shut down and let her body take over. With a hand tangled in his hair as she kissed him back, the Ghoulies began to cheer at the peep show they were getting. Upon their commotion, Sweet Pea pivoted the two, showing his Serpent symbol clad back to them and shielding [Y/N] from their gaze. Neither of them broke the kiss once, even after the Ghoulies departed. They were both so focused on quieting the dire need for the other’s touch that they almost didn’t hear the sudden barking of a dog. [Y/N] pulled back, looking down the hallway to see Sheriff Keller storming in with Mayor McCoy by his side and his deputies scattering around the hallways with a couple of K-9 dogs. Her father’s gaze scanned the hallways but despite all of the sprinting teens blocking his vision, he still recognized his daughter wedged between some lockers and a Serpent. “[Y/N]!?” he called, bewildered at what he was seeing. “Go,” Sweet Pea gained her attention again. “Come on,” she tugged on his hand, but he pulled it away. “What are you doing?” Before Sweet Pea could answer, his hands were grabbed onto - one deputy for each arm - before he was slammed against the lockers. The gasp that left [Y/N]’s mouth was lost in the commotion as she felt herself being yanked back by her arm as she watched Sweet Pea be restrained in handcuffs. The cool air that suddenly engulfed her brought her back to the present moment. She stood between Archie and Jughead, outside of Southside High. Without a second thought, she rushed towards the doors that separated them from the raid inside. However, Archie was quick at ceasing her movements, “[Y/N], we have to go,” he told her. “If you go back in there, your dad is going to have your head, come on!” he prompted, pulling her away from Southside High.

“Would you like to explain to me why you were at Southside High with a Serpent?” Sheriff Keller interrogated his daughter who sat on the opposite end of his desk in his office. “I heard what you were going to do so I had to get the Serpents out.” “Why on earth would you be defending those criminals?” “Because they’re not criminals dad!” [Y/N]’s voice rose. “Whatever you think they did, they probably didn’t do it; the Ghoulies are the ones you want, not the Serpents! I had to get Jug and Sweet Pea out of there,” [Y/N] shrugged, her voice calm during her last sentence. “Is he - Sweet Pea - is he your…” the Sheriff sighed as he sat on the edge of his desk, not wanting to say it. “…boyfriend.” [Y/N] realized she had two options here: her first one was to explain to her father that while she and Sweet Pea weren’t really together, everyone seemed to think they were and despite their relationship being fake, she had grown feelings for the Serpent that may or may not have been reciprocated during the compromising position her father found her in, or she could say yes. “Yes.” Because that was easier than explaining to her father why she was kissing a boy that wasn't her boyfriend. “You can’t keep them here dad,” she stood up from her seat. “It’s not fair and you know it.” When [Y/N] left her father’s office, she realized that she didn’t know whether or not the kiss Sweet Pea planted on her was because of the Ghoulies or because of her. She glanced down the hallway that led to the holding cell where Sweet Pea was most likely being held in. Nothing was in her path - there was nothing stopping her from talking to Sweet Pea. There was only herself and if she didn’t talk to him now, she didn't know if she ever would. [Y/N] slipped down the hall and into the room with the holding cell. Sweet Pea sat against the wall, with his head leaning against the bars. His head perked up at the sight of her and when she didn’t find a deputy in the room, she shut the door behind her. The two were silent as [Y/N] made her way to where Sweet Pea sat. She sat down next to him, her eyes falling to the hem of her dress that she was playing with to distract herself. “You were right,” she finally spoke. “I can’t protect you.” “Then why did you try?” The question made her heartbeat pick up in pace; she felt as though she’d already been found out. “Because the Serpents aren’t as bad as I thought,” she finally replied. “Why didn’t you come with me?” “Because I saw the way your dad looked at you and I didn’t want you to get into more trouble than you had to be.” [Y/N] smirked, chuckling under her breath. “What?” Sweet Pea asked her. “I just didn’t think you cared about that,” she shrugged. “About what happens to me.” “Have you been paying attention these past few days?” [Y/N] picked up her head to find Sweet Pea analyzing her. “Because I’ve spent them making sure nothing bad happens to you.” “Is that why you kissed me?” the words left [Y/N]’s mouth like a fountain; a strong but steady flow that splashed its recipient. Whether Sweet Pea appreciated it or not was yet to be determined but his eyes fell to the ground before she could analyze him. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “Say what you want to say,” she prompted gently. Sweet Pea was silent, deep in thought as if running through what he wanted to say. “It was to shut the Ghoulies up.” The world stood still for a moment, shattering before motion resumed and the broken pieces crashed to the ground. She wanted to tell him that he was lying, that you don't kiss someone like that if you don't mean it. She wanted to ask him if he felt the same butterflies she did; did he feel them when he first saw her today like she did with him? Did he spend the night thinking about her like she thought about him? [Y/N] forced the reservoir to shut. She pushed herself up from the ground as she spoke, “Well, my dad has 24 hours to make something stick and so far I don’t think he has anything on you, so you should be out of here soon; you have nothing to worry about,” she spoke quickly, keeping her tone professional. “See you around,” she shrugged, unable to meet his eye even as he stood up. “I’m not good for you,” Sweet Pea told her, his arms resting on the horizontal bars and poking out from in between the vertical ones. “I don’t think that’s your decision to make,” [Y/N] met his intense gaze, but only for a moment. “[Y/N],” he called her back gently as she headed towards the door. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” he asked when she stopped. [Y/N] turned to look at Sweet Pea who almost looked afraid of her answer. But her answer was simple. No, he wasn’t a bad person. He cared about someone other than himself and while he showed off his brawnier side, he had reasons for doing so. It’s how he protected those he cared about and probably even himself, which would explain why he was so guarded around her. The desire to explain all of this was absent and the desire to do something else with her lips filled that void. [Y/N] strode over to the Serpent, swiftly dodging the bars as she reached out to cup Sweet Pea’s face. When she brought him as close as she could, she kissed him. His arms outstretched so his hands could hold onto her waist and although this kiss wasn't as good as their first due to the cell’s bars, it was still the best and only way she could tell him everything she was feeling. “Like I said,” she whispered against his lips. “The Serpents aren’t as bad as I thought.” She opened her eyes to smile up at Sweet Pea who looked taken aback. “I’ll see you soon,” she promised and with that, she left the room, leaving only a grinning Sweet Pea behind.

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☼ Sunshine (Part 2) ☼

Summary; After yet another terrible and finalizing fight with your father, Sheriff Keller, you end up at the Whyte Wyrm once again, only this time you’re more than ready to become part of the infamous Southside Serpents, but will you make it?

Pairing; Sweet Pea x Keller!Reader

Warnings; Language, underage drinking

Word Count: 2.748

Notes; Part 2 as requested by @warsintothestars , @sweet-dolans , @that-idiot125 , @livexlovexlaughxdreamxx , @vececev , and anonymous :) <3 (SORRY I TOOK SO LONG I LOVE YOU ALL)

Special thanks to @inyourwildestdreamslove for her unending help :(( <3<3

(PART 1)

They say that time heals all scars, which when circumstances are unfortunate, you should give it time. Time; it was such a funny concept because while it did have the capacity to make conditions better, there were only some wounds that time could not erase. One month. One month, that was how long it had been since your last fight, the same one that led you to experience one of the most amazing sights you had ever seen.

Words flew from your mouth, ones that you never thought you'd ever even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they'd hit their mark. It was in that instant, your relationship with your father shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Tom Keller's face mottled crimson, his eyes popped and his neck strained. His words were spat out with the ferocity and rapidity of machine gun fire. Never bothering to wipe the spit from your ashen face, you leaned closer, perfectly composed and uttered just three words;

"I don't care."

His fuse simmered and fizzed like a firework in a chill autumn breeze, and then he exploded with unrestrained fury. You, however, remained as still as a cadaver and just as pallid, unblinking against his onslaught. Then with a barely concealed smirk, you turned on your heels and walked out of the house as if strolling in the park on a beautiful day, ignoring the frigid cold and being careful not to fall in the five-inch deep snow. You kept walking and walking, ignoring your father's calls behind you until they became nothing but muffled cries.

You and your father fought with each a lot, probably more than your average and sometimes you were able to create some semblance of forgiveness but this time, your father had gone too far, and you weren't sure if you would ever forgive him. You couldn't be in that house anymore, it was suffocating, and often, you felt it draining the life out of you.

During this time of the day, Pickens Park was covered in a thick blanket of white; the famous General Pickens statute peeked out under its new white caps, footsteps and paw prints crisscrossed each other around the labyrinth of paths. Aside from the brown of the denuded trees, the only different color was the vivid saffron staining around the base of each lamp post, tree, and shrub. Even on the coldest days of Winter, the sun was bright in the sky, bringing a forgotten joy to your heart. The snow had a purity which elevated your spirit, and the world made as pristine as a book ready for brand innovative stories. Who knew? Perhaps the events that happened today would create a new one. Despite the cold, it felt refreshing, and you welcomed it with open arms, your body cozy inside a warm jacket.

You sat down in the park gazebo, admiring the sight before you. For the first time today, you felt like you could breathe as you wrapped your arms around your body, closing your eyes and enjoying the sweet silence. However, that silence was interrupted by the loud sound of laughter that echoed across the entire park. You jerk your eyes open, and almost immediately they land on a group of leather-clad teenagers whose jackets adorned a familiar Serpent symbol. You watched as they were seemingly lost in their world as if nothing could touch them, you sight resting on one in particular. Your mind danced back to the night you met, and you faintly recalled the conversations, laughs, and jokes that you shared with him How invincible that must feel.

You watch from a distance as the Serpents sparred with each other, their laughs ringing in your ear. Your mind drifted to the fight that you had with your dad, and all you could think about was how damaging that fight was to your relationship with him, assuming one still existed. There was no doubt that your father could be a proud man, disciplined, not to mention sometimes strict and could be short-tempered. You remembered during the fight how every time that your father opened his mouth, you only became angrier.

“Loyalty?! Are you kidding me? You know nothing about loyalty if you could do this!”

At first, you had considered swallowing your retort, that it would be best to smile and move on but it was his comment about respect and loyalty that sent you over the edge, made you snap. All the rage that had been boiling underneath came out faster than magma and just as destructive. You had watched as he shriveled before you but you kept going, stopping short of physical violence. There was no doubt that your words were causing more damage than a punch or a slap ever could. You had never meant to be so vengeful or cruel, and your father never expected to wind you up so tightly. In the end, it was always things that neither of you intended to happen. You continue to absentmindedly watch the Serpent lives their lives, secretly admiring the way they seemed to be more like brothers and sisters than fellow gang members. That was what you wanted; to feel a part of something unbreakable and earth-shattering.

At this point, there was only one place you could think of going; the Whyte Wyrm where you were more than confident you would probably find FP. It was amazing how different the Southside looked in broad daylight, it was far from empty, and if someone didn't know any better, it would have just seemed like an ordinary neighborhood. Of course, you stuck out like a sore thumb, sneering glances from every other person that you passed because, in this world, Southsiders and Northsiders were nothing short of enemies.

Cautiously, you walk into the Whyte Wyrm where it's surprisingly empty, although the younger Serpents had filled the room. You watched as the group of them walked over to the pool table and begin a game, taking zero notice that an outsider was currently standing in their hang out spot. They continued to enjoy a good conversation, the sound of loud, boisterous laughter filling your ears. Pulling your eyes from them, you found it surprisingly easy to spot Hog Eye; he was where you had expected him to be; at the bar where he was cleaning whiskey glasses and straightening up his little station.

"Hey, Hog Eye, is FP here?" Hog Eye looked up from the glass and squinted at you for a brief moments before raising his eyebrow in realization. Your voice must have triggered a memory because behind you, Sweet Pea's head jerked upright and his eyes focus on you and his face furrowed in confusion. What were you doing here? He had half of the mind to walk up to you but who was to say you even remembered him?

"He's on the job right now, but he'll be back soon. You wanna wait for him til' he gets here?"

"If that's alright with you." Hog Eye shrugged his shoulders and went back to his business as you sat down at the bar, taking in your surroundings. The smoke from the cigarettes twisted in its artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled bar lights. Along the wall was every hue of amber liquid in their inverted bottles; no doubt a vice that many people this bar had probably been ordered to avoid.

You sat at the bar with your legs crossed slightly, rapping your nail your thigh while absentmindedly nodding your head along with the music that played softly in the background. Slowly, you watched as the Whyte Wyrm started becoming more and more crowded, the smell of leather and musk filling the air. Your phone was currently going off with calls from your father and timid texts from your brother Kevin, but you ignored each one, not particularly in the room for a further scolding. The sound of Hog Eye roughly clearing his head captured your attention as you spun around on the bar stool just in time to see FP stroll through the door, his facial expression wolfish but it quickly shifted to confusion as his eyes land on you. Fp walked through the growing crowd, slipping a few smiles and cheers to his fellow Serpents before he reached you, resting his elbow on the bar.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?"

"I want to join." The tone of your voice told FP that you were one-hundred percent seriously, but he still needed to make sure he heard you correctly. After all, you were just a girl who was trying to defy her father's wishes. Or so that was what he thought.

"Sorry?"

"The Serpents, I want to join."

"Now, you listen to me, joining the Serpents isn't something you do just because you want to rebel against your dad. It's a for life kind of deal; you know what I mean?"

"I do know, FP and I'm not changing my mind."

Before FP got another sound out, your eyes lit up as a familiar face appeared behind him, slapping his large hands on FP's shoulders, as if to congratulate him or something. Followed close behind him was a short, spunky pink-haired girl who struck you as someone that took no bullshit from anybody. Sweet Pea's eyes linger to you, and a small smile forms on his face as his recollection evokes the night you two met. FP focused his concentration on the pink-haired girl, and you took this moment to observe her closer, noting the way she stood tall and proud, perfectly unabashed and you loved her spirit.

"Nice to see you're back, Sunshine. Miss me?"

Sweet Pea's voice was deep yet angelic, and it was so absurd that the sound of his voice made you smile on the inside. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and look down, finding your nails the most exciting thing in the world. FP was quick to send a slap on the back of Sweet Pea's head, and you fought the urge to laugh. One thing that you observed was the way that many of the Serpents looked up to FP, saw him as a father or brother figure and all you could think about was how honorable the man seemed. The spunky girl moved around Sweet Pea and was now standing directly beside FP; her attention focused on him entirely.

"Toni, meet our new initiate. You'll take her through the process."

You watch as Sweet Pea's eyebrows perk up, he was interested in what provoked you to join. The towering Serpent stood behind Toni with a little grin plastered over his face, and you could feel his dark gaze burning into you, but strangely enough, you welcomed it. However, Sweet Pea wasn't the only one who had eyes on you, Toni, but her gaze was more of inspection as she looked you up and down; it was as if she was determining if you had what it took to be a Serpent. Was it possible to tell that sort of thing just by looking at someone?

After what felt like an eternity, a smile crept across Toni's face, and you assumed that you had passed her test if there ever was one. With complete ease, the girl linked your arm in hers, leading you out the front entrance of the Wyrm, with Sweet Pea following close behind. As you door in front of the Whyte Wyrm, you spotted larger gatherings of Serpents of all ages hanging around, laughing and just simply enjoying each other's presence. It indeed was an incredible sight; seeing all of these people who came from different backgrounds and had unique life stories come together as one. She guided you over to what looked like a smaller hang out spot, and you took this opportunity to appreciate the area.

A brick wall graffitied with a Serpent design, a broken down couch being held together with duct tape and a metal tin that was currently ablaze, the glowing embers vaulted and whirled in a fiery dance, twinkling like stars in the chilled atmosphere. You were surprised at the lack of snow in this particular area as Toni plopped down on the sofa, crisscrossing her legs in the process and patted the seat next to her and at first, you were a little reluctant but eventually sat down next to her, mimicking her moves. Your eyes wander to Sweet Pea who easily leaned down, resting his arms on his thighs as he looked up at you, his curiosity growing by the minute.

"I have to ask, why would a Northsider want to join the Serpents?" For a moment, you were surprised at her bluntness but quickly recovered.

"You know, all over the Northside, it's all how bad Serpents are, how they mean nothing but violence and chaos. What they never consider nor think about, is how you're all like this dysfunctional family that stands by each other no matter what and I want that. Plus getting kicked out of your own home one too many times kind of sucks." You let out a dry laugh at your last comment, not finding it funny but more ironic. Toni's lips turn upside down slightly but not as to frown but as to indicate that she understood where you were coming from and you sincerely appreciated that.

"You can join, but you have to survive the initiation first." Your ears perk up at Sweet Pea's voice as you averted your gaze from Toni to him, remarking the way he perpetually had a little curl that fell to the middle of his forehead and a cocky grin that was somehow completing his entire look.

"I'm tougher than I look."

"I don't doubt that."

The next four days were an exhilarating blur, Toni had walked you through the entire initiation process, being kind enough to let you stay with her and truth be told, you were a little terrified to go through with it. Had it not been for the quick friendship that you developed with Toni, inevitably you would have been lost. She had helped you memorize the laws which you had come to love and on top of that, you adored taking care of Hot Dog and didn't mind the idea of doing so again. As for grabbing the knife out of the rattlesnake's cage? You were scared shitless, similar to when you had witnessed Sweet Pea do it weeks ago but in the face of the crowd, seeing his faint yet encouraging smile somehow managed to wipe away any fear that you had. All that was left was to do the Serpent dance, not that you were precisely keen on doing it but a few encouraging words from Toni and her comment on how the dance would be over relatively quickly did indeed help toss a few worries out the door.

It was incredible how right Toni was about how quick the dance would be over. Though your nerves shot through the sky as you felt a hundred pairs of eyes resting on you, miraculously you managed to get through it without so much a hiccup and all you could think about in the short moment after you completed the dance was how thankful you were for those endless dance lessons when you were little.

Your breathing was heavy but calm as FP moved from the crowd and climbed on the stage, standing next to you with his head held high. In one swift movement, FP held his hands to the air, silencing the entire bar and only the sound of heavy boot shuffling against the wooden floor could be heard. You gingerly watch as he held his arm out to someone in the crowd who came forth carrying a Serpent jacket in mint condition. Your breathing picked up, mostly from anticipation as FP turned to face you, a small smile curving its way to his way. Once again, his authoritative voice rang out.

"Serpents! Let's give a round of applause for our newest member, Sunshine!"

Cheers, hollers, and whistling filled your ears as FP held the jacket out for you to slip into. Contemptuously you smiled as it felt like a second skin, this was where you belonged. From across the room, you spotted a familiar pair of eyes that read nothing but mischief and a smile that called for trouble. You could feel your heart slam against your chest as you centered in on his cheers alone.

Tag; @glambyoko // @fafulous //

#sweet pea #reader x sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale imagines #toni topaz #fp jones riverdale #fp jones #sheriff keller #kevin keller #southside #southside serpents #southside riverdale #fanfiction #fanfic

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 6 years

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Little Jones 08

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: None

Tagged: @outerxorbit @natalieroseg

Part 07

“Hand me the socket wrench,” Y/n said.

Fangs grabbed the tool from the toolbox and then handed it over towards her.

“So anyways, like I was saying, I think I’m going to ask Kevin Keller out on a date,” Fangs said.

“It’s about time,” Y/n said as she disappeared back under the hood.

“What was that supposed to mean?” Fangs asked.

“She’s saying that you two have been drooling over each other since the Southside joined Riverdale,” Betty added as she leaned down to wipe some of the extra oil off.

“Wait, is it that obvious?” Fangs asked.

Y/n and Betty glanced at each other.

“Um, yeah, we’ve all noticed,” Toni piped in as she came swinging into the garage with the bags from Pops.

“Yes, food,” Fangs grinned before running over to join Toni.

Betty and Y/n continued to work on the car.

“Girls, your food is getting cold,” Toni said.

“We’re almost done,” Y/n said.

“Y/n, this car is going to be fine as hell once you get it up and running,” Fangs said around a mouthful of curly fries.

“That’s the plan,” Y/n replied before stepping back.

“Under the hood is looking good,” A familiar voice said behind Y/n and Betty.

Betty stole a glance at Toni and Fangs. The three of them knew what was about to happen. Y/n wiped her hands down the front of her coveralls.

“I was beginning to wonder when you were going to show up. How am I not surprised it’s when the food showed up,” Y/n teased.

Sweet Pea let out a nervous laugh and Y/n eyed him.

“Why did you just laugh like that. What’s wrong with you?” Y/n asked and she noticed how he was keeping his hands behind his back.

“And what are you hiding?” Y/n demanded to know.

Sweet Pea nervously looked at the other three. They quickly averted their attention elsewhere.

“Sweets, what’s going on?” Y/n asked him.

“Um,” Sweet Pea cleared his throat. “I have something to ask you,”

Y/n watched as Sweet Pea pulled his hands out from behind his back. He had her favorite flowers wrapped up nicely in a small bouquet. She watched as he nervously gulped before holding the flowers out towards.

“Y/n, would you like to go out with me? Like on a date and stuff,” Sweet Pea asked nervously.

Fangs scoffed as Betty let out an ‘aw’ and Toni was quick to smack Fangs in the back of his head.

“You bought me flowers? My favorite flowers to be exact,” Y/n began.

“I know how much you like them,” Sweet Pea replied.

Y/n walked over to Sweet Pea and took the flowers from him.

“I’d love to go out on a date with you, Sweets,” Y/n said.

Sweet Pea let out a sigh of relief.

“I know Saturday night is your initiation night so how about Friday night? I’ll pick you up around six-thirty?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/n beamed.

Sweet Pea moved closer so he could press a soft kiss on her cheek. Y/n just smiled. Sweet Pea gave Toni and Betty a wave before heading over and wrapping his arm around Fangs neck. Fangs let out a groan as Sweet Pea dragged him out of the garage. Y/n looked over at Toni and Betty.

“My, my, aren’t you a lucky girl,” Toni gushed.

“Oh no,” Y/n suddenly said.

“Oh no, what? There’s no time for oh no,” Toni replied.

“Jughead is going to kill Sweet Pea,” Y/n said.

Betty and Toni looked at each other before smiling.

“I don’t think you have to worry about your brother,” Betty said.

Y/n looked at Betty.

“How do you know this?” Y/n asked.

“Let’s just say that Sweet Pea asked your dad and your brother for permission to date you,” Betty answered.

Y/n’s heart melted. “Seriously?”

Betty nodded.

“What a sweetheart,” Y/n gushed.

“You know what this means don’t you?” Toni asked.

Y/n and Betty looked at Toni with wide eyes. “Girls, we have to go shopping!”

Betty and Y/n giggled. The girls sat around the garage making plans to go shopping tomorrow after school. As Toni and Betty made plans, Y/n couldn’t help but stare at the bouquet of flowers were in hands. She was really looking forward to this date with that silly grinned boy.

#Sweet Pea #Sweet Pea x reader #Betty Cooper #Toni Topaz #Fangs Fogarty #riverdale #southside serpents #insert reader

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enovaktm · 5 years

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Pink is Not Your Color || Kevin Keller x Male!Reader [pt 1]

Kevin Keller would never in a million years expect to ever see the inside of the Johnson residence. He had dreamt about it in some way, how Max's room would look or how the boy would spend time inside his house doing god's know what. But the point was he had this picture in his head, this unreachable place, but now when he was actually standing inside on the hardwood floor looking at a simple living room, he didn't know what to think.

"Can I get you anything to drink, Keller?" Max's voice rang out from the kitchen where he was already holding a coke bottle up, a large smile, that in Kevin's opinion was brighter than the sun in the sky, on his face. The teen takes a deep breath, letting all the nerves leave his body.

It's just a couple hours, he tells himself. With his crush since freshmen year, but who cares, right?

"Yeah, sure." Kevin nods before taking a seat on the couch, the dark brown material feeling very soft, almost brand new.

"Here you go." It takes only a couple seconds for Max to return before they both sit down. Max leans back against the couch, a comfortable and lazy smile on his face as he takes a sip of the cold beverage, Kevin following after a small beat.

"I thought you said your sister would be home?" It come out as more of a question, although Kevin was desperate for some sort of conversation because for some reason the silence was way worse, it weighed on his chest.

"She is, she's just upstairs working on her art project, I think." The dark blonde explains with a small laugh, "Why, you like her company better than mine, Keller?" Max jokes.

"I don't know, Johnson, maybe I do." For a moment, Kevin wonders if there is something else in his drink to justify the sudden act of courage. A smirk is plastered on Max's face, almost knowingly, and for a moment Kevin wonders if he does know.

"Good to know." Is the response Kevin receives, and he won't lie, he was a little disappointed about the fact their playful banter ended so abruptly.

Silence falls over them again, but it doesn't feel awkward anymore, it feel relaxed actually now for some reason, comfortable. But the silence doesn't last very long.

"Fudge! Fudge!-" a loud bang follows and both teens snap their head to the side of the living room where the stairs climbed to the next floor, seeing his little sister, Ella, laying at the bottom of them. Max was quick on his feet to aid his little sister but the freckled brunette was already up on her feet glaring down at what Max could only imagine used to be her art project.

"It's ruined." The girl frowns sadly, arms crossed over her chest, "I hate these stairs." She whined.

"You can't really blame the stairs, Ella." Max sighed helping the girl gather the now broken music box.

"Well, I can!" She grumbles, "What am I suppose to bring to school now? The stores are already closed and we don't have another music box just lying around."

"Look, we can come up with something else. Plus with Kevin here, we're sure to come up with something! I remember he always had the best art projects." Max assures with a comforting smile and Ella's eyes flicker the other teen.

"Really?"

"Uh, well, I don't know if they were the best-"

"-they were."

"But we can try to make something else." Both boys watched the girl's face lit up with glee before she rushed to the kitchen to dump the broken pieces of wood.

"I hope you don't mind." Max turned to Kevin.

"It's fine actually. I can't remember the last time I made an art project. But I do remember it was fun making them."

Ten minutes later and the three had gathered at the kitchen table to brainstorm for some ideas after Ella explained the theme. a story told through music brought to life. And Ella's first masterpiece, as she had called it, had been a music box playing a song from The Nutcracker on which she had painted the story. Of course, the girl was bummed now that there was no more music box but luckily for the girl, her older brother knew a thing about music.

"What if you painted my guitar?" He offered, "I can teach you to play a simple song or a part of one and then we can paint it on the wood?"

"But it's your guitar." Ella frowned.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, as long as there isn't some pink princess on it, I'm fine with it." He assured the younger girl.

"Deal!"

The idea started out great, seeing as Max wasn't the only musical talent in the family when Ella quickly grasped the basics of playing the guitar and in no time was she playing a part of one of her favorite songs. But painting the guitar was on a whole other level, as Ella started to explain what she wanted. He maybe wouldn't have a pink princess on his beloved instrument, but no one had said anything about teacups and roses when the girl started to paint the story of a tale as old as time.

"Well you didn't say anything about that." Kevin was grinning from ear to ear as Ella worked on the first rose.

"How should I have know that, Kevin?" Max shook his head but couldn't contain his growing smile. Before Kevin could even start to mutter a word, the two were caught of guard when a splash of bright pink paint hit Max square in the face. The paint dripped down his face.

Kevin's eyes were wide as he stared at the teen before he bursted out in laughter, followed by the gleeful giggles of Ella.

"Think that's funny, huh?" Max spoke slowly and both Kevin and Ella backed away from him as he held up a tube with blue paint. And the evening that started out so quietly and calm turned to choas and shrill laughter when Max started to chase the two. Ella had already ascended the stairs in no time, locking herself inside her room, but Kevin wasn't as lucky when he was corned inside the dark hall.

"Any last words, Keller?" Max questioned the cornered teen.

"Pink is so not your color." With those final words, Kevin attempted one final escape, running full speed at Max to try and pass him, but with the oldest Johnson's football experience there was no way that would happen. The two crashed into each other, tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. All the air left Kevin's lungs form the harsh inpact plus the added weight of Max on top of him... wait, Max was sitting on top of him.

Max was sitting on top of him.

Max his crush since ninth grade, was sitting on top of him.

"Got you." He grinned in victory.

"Get off me, you sack of potatoes!" Kevin tries to push the boy off, his face sporting the color of a rose. But Max was a lot stronger. He actually really, really, really didn't want him to move.

"You calling me fat, Keller?" Max raised his eyebrow mockingly, "And here I was about to say how pretty your eyes look up close." Kevin wanted to reply, but Max's words ring through his head on repeat.

To say how pretty your eyes look.

And then, like he lost his goddamn mind and had no control over his body, Kevin firmly grabs Max's head in his hands, bringing him down for one hell of a kiss.

Max wasn't sure where Kevin, the shy, gay, best friend who lost all confidence around him, got this level of courage, but he didn't care. He was loving every second of it.

Despite Kevin being pinned down by the slightly shorter boy, he flipped them over so that he was then straddling Max. The two moved in sync, lips on lips, skin on skin.

Max's hands moved on their own, moving up to Kevin's hair, playing and tugging lightly with his hair. Kevin shivered involuntarily, an act that boys had done only when he had gone cruising through the woods.

Kevin's hand moved to the side of Max's cheek, his other hand moving lower and lower down his back. Max shivered against his delicate touch.

Max licked the bottom of Kevin's lips, pushing his head towards his, desperation evident in his action.

Kevin wanted to tease him. To make Max feel what he felt everyday. Slowly, Kevin lowered his lower abdomen down onto Max's manhood, hidden in his pants, grinding onto the slightly shorter boy.

#riverdale #kevinkeller

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lovingdelusions · 6 years

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Can I request a kevin keller x male reader in an established relationship where the reader is Jughead’s brother and gets a job at pop’s w/o anyone noticing until they’re all hanging out and he skates out with their order(s)

Yeah definitely! I’ll be starting on this ASAP

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lovableah · 6 years

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Control [6] - Riverdale Series

Pairing: FEM!Reader x Cheryl and FEM!Reader x Sweet Pea (Endgame not chosen yet, so vote!)

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE

Since of the surprising discovery of Black Hood short before Christmas, it had been mostly peaceful in Riverdale. Even with the troubling transfer of the Serpents, not much chaos had been built up yet. Y/N felt suspicious about it and just awaited the wave that would crash down on them soon. Meanwhile, Betty discovered she had a brother, who had been acting strange and Sweet Pea and Fangs tried out for basketball. In the last week, the trio had been trying to spend lunch together, when Cheryl didn't steal her for an expensive lunch somewhere in Greendale.

"Go Sweet Pea!" Y/N cheered as he threw the basketball into the basket. While she got a wink from the boy, Reggie threw a dirty glare at his ex-girlfriend. Pointing her middle finger up in the air, she continued to cheer for the Serpents. Actually, it wasn't her intention to be here right now, but her brother was running with a few other boys, who were trying out for the wrestler team later and it was way too boring for her. After all, all she could do was standing in the rain and watch them since she was not allowed to anything that would make her breathless. "If this isn't my favorite girl," A sweet voice spoke up from beside her, which made Y/N grin. "Hey baby," she joked and kissed Cheryl's cheek. Something in her stomach began to bubble while she felt guilty as she saw how Sweet Pea's face dramatically changed.

"So, since my mother started her brothel, I thought I could spend the night at yours tonight since it is Friday," Cheryl suggested and didn't take no as an answer. "I will buy popcorn," Y/N sighed and smiled at her friend. "Perfect," Cheryl clapped and stood up to leave. After the practice ended and the boys came over to get their stuff. "So you are friends with the evil queen?" At his question, Y/N rolled her eyes. "I know she can be a bitch, but she is my friend. My best friend actually." "I thought I was your best friend," Fangs asked from behind her, almost scaring the heck out of her. "You can be my male best friend, but Cheryl is my female one. So, watch out. If you talk shit about her and I hear it, your head is being cut off in your sleep." "Oh, I love it when you are being feisty," Fangs said in a dreamy voice and placed his chin on the palms of his hands.

"I am sorry," Sweet Pea apologized truthfully and dried his face with a towel that Fangs had thrown at him. "I will make it up, okay? I will take you on a date. Tomorrow." At his words, she grinned and stood up. "Sounds great to me. Text me," Y/N wiggled with her eyebrows before leaving to go to her dad, who just entered the room. Both boys stared at her, but she tried to ignore it since her father wouldn't be all too happy to know that she would go on a date with a Serpent, even after he was taking a part in saving his daughter a few weeks ago. As he saw his daughter, he smiled but she could see that he was worried again. "I am fine, okay? Don't worry Dad," Y/N laughed and threw her arms around father, who returned the gesture.

"Where is your brother now?" Sheriff Keller asked and before she could answer, the lost son jogged into the hall with his team. As she saw suddenly Archie, she rose her eyebrow and exchanged glances with her father. "I didn't know that Archie Andrews was a wrestler." "Neither did I," Y/N murmured and excused herself. She would have jogged over if her father wouldn't watch her closely since he expected her to do it and he was right. "Hey redhead," She chuckled, causing the boy to turn around. "What are you doing here? The basketball training just ended." "I decided to try something different this year," Archie tried to convince her but without any luck. At the look on her face, he sighed and moved a hand through his hair. "I want Mr. Lodge to like me."

"Archie," Y/N sighed and laid a hand on his arm, "You shouldn't try to be someone else just because you want to impress someone. Veronica loves you for who you are and you don't need to do this." Archie looked like he believed her words until Veronica came over to them with her father in two. "Dad, I want to meet you another friend of mine. Y/N Keller," Veronica beamed and laid her arms around the girl's waist. "It's nice to meet you, sir;" Y/N greeted and held her hand out. Hiram Lodge looked at her arm and furrowed his brows as he noticed the several bruises on her arm. "Have you let that checked out? I mean because of your chemo."

At his question, the three teenagers froze and Y/N began to glare at Veronica, who became a stuttering mess, "I didn't! I swear-," "Veronica didn't say anything. I was at the police station a few days ago and I accidentally overheard your father talking to your doctor. I didn't mean to, but since you are my daughter's friend, say something if you need anything." Not getting a word out of her mouth and nodding barley, her father came over and looked suspicious at the male Lodge. "Hiram," He greeted the other father and gently laid a hand on his daughter's back. "You should sit down because you know why," He started, but Y/N laughed cold and shook her head. "Thank you for your caring, but please lower your voice when you speak to my doctor." She looked again at Hiram before walking to the bleachers with Veronica, who apologized over and over again.

Later that day, Y/N and Kevin did the groceries, so they didn’t have to go tomorrow and talked about her upcomig date. Having a lot of chocolate, chips, ice tea and the promised popcorn, she built a cuddle tent in her room. Much to her father's annoyance, she insisted on eating the food and the pizza later since she had been strict on her diet. Not long after she cuddled herself up in a blanket, Cheryl came in with a smirk and had a bottle of martini in her hand. "It's party time," She cheered and threw herself at the pillows next to her.

Y/N chuckled and shook her head, "You are crazy and you know my father doesn't want me to drink. Especially not after I just finished my chemo." Cheryl rolled her eyes and opened the bottle, "More for me." Halfway through the first movie, Y/N moved her head on Cheryl's shoulder and smelled the alcohol on her lips. "Are you drunk?" Y/N chuckled and looked up at her red-haired best friend. "What? No," Cheryl slurred and said to O's way too long. Suddenly, Cheryl shot up from her place, almost causing Y/N to fall since she didn't expect it.

"Does your brother shave his face?" Cheryl giggled and Y/N raised a brow, "No, but my father does." Her friend grinned sneakily before rushing out of the room and as she came back, she had the electric razor in her hand. "I know that you don't want you to be the girl with cancer and having no hair is really shitty," Cheryl started to rant and Y/N stood up. "Cheryl, you are drunk-," "Don't cut me off, I am trying to be cute," She pouted and continued, "And you don't need to be since I will be hairless too!" Y/N didn't even get a second to react before Cheryl turned it on and moved the razor over her beautiful red and long hair. Moving her hands in front of her mouth to cover it and to not scream, she slowly approached her best friend. "Oh no, you really did it." Their eyes moved down to the razor and Cheryl let out a scream.

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#riverdale imagine #riverdale one shot #riverdale smut #riverdale #cheryl x reader #sweet pea x reader #riverdale series #riverdale season two

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imaginefan · 6 years

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Wait Here *Part 2*

Kevin Keller X Reader

Word Count: 374

Requested: Anon

Request: Part two to “wait here”?

*Part 1*

You and Kevin had been together for a few weeks when Cheryl and Chuck decided that it was their business to try and get in between the both of you, you had, had run-ins with both of people mentioned because you never really liked to live with the fact that someone else controlled your life. You could see it coming from a mile off and it call started it the break room.

You were sitting with Kevin, your arm looped around his shoulder and you gently messed with his hair and Cheryl walked in, your brother was on the other side of the room but that was not going to stop you from causing trouble. "(Y/N)!" Cheryl yelled and you looked up at her. "Hmm." You hummed as Kevin shuffled, you looked at him for a second before giving him a reassuring smile. "This is my seat." She glared and you looked at her. "I don't think so." You answered and Cheryl made a noise of disapproval. "Is that any way to treat a lady?" Chuck asked as he walked into the room. "I don't see one." You said as if you were concentrating on finding one in front of you. "You might want to take that back," Chuck warned and you looked at him shook your head standing up. "Fine!" Chuck pushed his hand out to punch you but you ducked out of the way before punching him in the face. Chuck looked about ready to try and hit you again but Archie came out of nowhere and pulled him away from you, you sat back down again and Kevin took your hand in his and he looked at it. "I don't think that's my blood." You muttered. "Sorry about that." "Why are you sorry?" He asked and you glanced at him. "I'm about to get excluded." You answered. "How do you know that?" He asked and you raised an eyebrow. "The school delinquent just punched the captain of the football team." You smirked and he sighed. "Don't worry I can always climb through your window." You winked. "(Y/N) please come to the principles office." The voice over came from the speakers and you groaned before kissing Kevin and walking off.

Requests and general question!

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale one shot #kevin keller #kevin keller one shot #kevin keller imagine #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

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weelittleweasley · 6 years

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City Girl Part One| Archie x Reader

Prompt: Coming from a big city to a small, quaint town like Riverdale was a big change for you. Going from the girl who liked a casual hook-up to a committed relationship was an even bigger change. But can this small town boy convince you that it’s worth the ride?

Hustle and bustle. The blaring of horns from yellow taxi cabs and the hollers of impatient Wall Street-esque business men echo through the streets of the city. The smell of the smog mixing with the scent of a poorly made hot dog travels through the air. People bump into each other without an exchange of a quick ‘sorry,’ too involved intently talking on the phone with a co-worker or family member. This was home.

Slow walking and dirt roads. The silence of it all was deafening with the occasional honk of a horn. It smelt of pine trees and clean air. This was not home. This was Riverdale.

Your mother was a cook and your father was a banker from the city. They decided to move to Riverdale after your two older brothers went to college. You didn’t need the room in your penthouse anymore and you’re mom wanted to find a small town to expand her business. She found Riverdale and thought it looked like a nice place to settle down and to have their youngest child, you, attend your final years of high school.

To you, this was the worst decision your parents could have made. You were leaving your friends behind. You were leaving your school behind. You were leaving your real home behind. Nothing seemed beneficial to you about the move. You tried multiple times to convince your parents that it would be best for you to finish high school at your current school and then make the move to Riverdale when you were enrolled in college. But they were too keen on getting you out of the city which they claimed was a “bad influence” on you and bring you to a town that would teach you “humility and respect.” It wasn’t like you were a delinquent—sure you got involved with boys and some casual drinking, but that was all. You were an above average student and a beyond average daughter. Yet nothing worked in your favor.

You moved to Riverdale after winter recess when second semester would begin at Riverdale High. You didn’t know anyone there, but you were expecting to get a tour from a guy named Kevin Keller. God, you hoped he was nice or the least bit, cute. Regardless of the situation, you just wanted to make friends at least.

Finally, the first day arrived. When you entered the school doors, everyone was chatting at lockers and catching up on what they did over winter break. No one payed much attention to you as you walked down the hall to the guidance office to get your schedule and meet this Kevin Keller kid. Pushing the door to the guidance office open, you checked your surroundings and saw a blonde woman typing away on her computer. “Um, excuse me,” you spoke, clearing your throat. “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new transfer student from Manhattan. I’m here to pick up my schedule and go on a tour with Mr. Kevin Keller?”

The woman gave you a toothy grin and her sweet voice chirped back. “Yes, dear, of course. Here is your schedule. First period you have AP Biology with Mr. Quinn. Kevin!” she called to the boy in seated in the waited area. “This is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Kevin. He’s also a sophomore here.”

Kevin came up to you and gave you a sweet smile. His eyes were friendly and he had this trustworthy aura to him. “Nice to meet you. Welcome to Riverdale High,” he shook your hand.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you smiled back.

“Alright, let’s get this tour started. Thank you, Miss Kingsley,” Kevin waved goodbye as the secretary offered you a smile and wave in exchange. As you exited the office, Kevin proceeded to give you the run down on the school—popular hang outs, a place called Pop’s, who to avoid, who to become friendly with, cool clubs, and whatnot. Kevin seemed like a really genuine guy and you weren’t opposed to becoming friends with him. He certainly wasn’t hook up material, considering the fact that he complimented you on your Kate Spade bag and made comments on how nice the football team’s asses are. “Well, we’ve reached the end of the tour and I hope it was somewhat helpful to you.”

Smiling brightly you said, “It was, thanks again for wasting a period to show the new girl around.”

Kevin chuckled and grabbed your hand. “Oh, please. I’d much rather be hanging out with a chill girl than listening to Cheryl Blossom complain about how the stress from the cheer squad is making her break out,” he mimicked as you let out a laugh. “You should hang out with me and my friends this weekend. I’m sure they’d all love you.”

“We’d all love who now?” you heard a voice say behind you as you turned around. Before you stood a tall ginger in a letterman jacked with the school’s signature colors. He was leaned up against a locker, his eyes staring at you with one eyebrow cocked as if he was questioning your presence. This would get you ticked off, who was he to say that? But there was something about him that made you just stare. His eyes were a rich brown and his face was perfectly carved. There was no doubt that he wasn’t gorgeous.

“Archie, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Archie, one of my friends,” Kevin introduces you, as you don’t dare to leave your eyes off of the boy in front of you. “I was just telling her that she should hang out with us this weekend. Grab something at Pop’s and just hang out?”

The Archie character grabs your hand to shake as a small smirk forms on his face. “(Y/N), charmed.” He had those eyes that were filled with kindness, but there were those bedroom eyes hidden right behind that kindness.

“Pleasure is all mine,” you flirt. Archie smiles and agrees with Kevin saying that you should tag along.

“Great. Well, I’m gonna show (Y/N) to her next class and I’ll see you at lunch, Arch,” Kevin said to him as Archie nodded.

Before he left, Archie looked at you and spoke, “Nice to meet you.” You smiled back at him as he walked away before the bell rang, releasing students from their respective classrooms.

Waiting until he was out of reach, you turn to Kevin and say, “Oh my God.” But before you can go on, Kevin says, “(Y/N), don’t even try right now. Archie is one of the nicest people I have ever met. Seriously. A genuine kid. Captain of the football team, a musician, and a recent victim of a break up from Veronica Lodge. She’s a friend of ours and trust me. If she finds out the new girl is already trying to get action with her old beau, she’ll end you. I’ve seen it happen.”

Kevin’s comment discouraged you, but you knew it was best to make friends right now and not start any boy drama on your first day.

About a month and a half passed by and things have been great. Riverdale has started to feel more and more like home to you. You do miss Manhattan, but Riverdale was a nice change of pace. Your friends were the best—you and Betty hit it off immediately and of course, that made you tight with Veronica. You knew you should never do it and you never could do it, but Archie drove you nuts. You became great friends and had really opened up to each other in a matter of weeks. But you couldn’t help but feel so attracted to him. You had flirted with him here and there and he had definitely flirted back, but you could never do that to Veronica. It’s against girl code. So, you just suppressed your feelings and pretended like nothing was wrong. Until that one night.

Veronica called you and asked you and Betty to come over for a sleepover. She offered to put on some Netflix and pour a healthy glass of wine and just decompress from the past week. You accepted the offer and come over to her place with Betty by your side. The three of you binge watched tv and sipped on her dad’s most expensive bottle of Pinot Noir. “I’m so glad we could do this. I really needed to unwind tonight,” V says.

“Same. I just feel like I’ve been so caught up lately between school and my mom and Polly and Juggie that I can’t seem to find any down time,” Betty explains. “How are you doing, (Y/N)? You haven’t said much.”

Looking up at your two best friends, you sigh. “I know. I just…there’s been a lot going on lately and I really don’t know how to deal with the situation,” you confess.

Veronica looks at you and scoots closer. “What do you mean? Is it a boy?” she asks as you nod your head. “Oooh,” she giggles. “Spill, who is it?”

Your heart rate increases and your palms begin to sweat. You finish your last sip of wine and pour you and the girls a third glass. “Uh, I shouldn’t say,” you tell them.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). We’re your best friends, you have to tell us,” V pushes as Betty looks at you concerned.

“V, she doesn’t have to tell us,” Betty tries to be the voice of reason as Veronica shuts her down.

Scoffing, Veronica says, “Oh, B stop. She knows that we are here to help with any guy troubles. Who is the lucky guy? Do we know him? I’m assuming he goes to Riverdale. Is he a jock? Or is he one of those cute, nerdy kids? I could see you going for a kid like that.”

Shaking your head, you say, “No, he’s on the football team.”

“Ohhhh,” Veronica teases as Betty has a sudden realization of who it is and once again, attempts to shut down Veronica. “Who is it? Oh my God, is it Reggie? I could totally set you up with Reggie!”

“No, it’s not Reggie,” you say uncomfortable now.

“Oh, it’s totally him. You’re so blushing! Betty, look at her blush! That’s so cute!” Veronica squeals as Betty slaps her arm. “I can totally give him your number and make him ask you out.”

You groan and take another few glugs from your glass of wine. “V, it’s not Reggie.”

“It so is. Don’t lie to me, (Y/N)” Veronica teases as you become increasingly more and more angry. It’s not her fault that she is doing this, but enough is enough. You feel anger boiling inside of you as Veronica keeps teasing you about Reggie. Finally, you had it.

“It’s Archie! Okay?! I like Archie, Veronica. There, I said it. Are you happy now?!” you yell. The room falls silent and Veronica’s smile is wiped off her face. “I like Archie and I have since I got to Riverdale. I know I shouldn’t because of your guys’ history, but I can’t help it. I like Archie.” You wipe the tear away from your face and tuck yourself into a ball, attempting to shield yourself from the expected screams from Veronica. Betty scoots over to you, embracing you in a hug as you rest your head on your shoulder.

Veronica clears her throat. “(Y/N), I’m not mad at you. I know you were probably afraid to tell me because of what Arch and I have gone through. But, I’m more hurt that you thought you couldn’t tell me. Am I upset about the fact that you like him? I mean, a little, but who wouldn’t be?” You look up at Veronica and see her crouched down next to you. “I’m okay with you liking him. I think you should go for it.”

She embraces you and you finally relax. You stay there for a moment just enjoying the moment. When you stop hugging you say, “Thank you, guys. But it’s more than just that.” The girls give you confused looks. “I’m not the kind of girl to go into a relationship. I’ve only hooked up with guys. I’ve never been in a real relationship before. I know Archie is the type for commitment, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

In that moment, all three of you sat there thinking of what the future held.

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