#male reader angst riverdale

[froottalks]

Whispers of Lost Love - Veronica Lodge x reader

[summary: reader and veronica were in a relationship, veronica ends it due to her family/personal problems. later veronica misses the reader but the damage was already done.]

Masterlist

The city streets were painted with the hues of twilight, a melancholic setting that mirrored the storm of emotions within your heart. Veronica Lodge, the woman who had once been the melody of your life, now stood before you like a distant star whose light had faded. The love you had shared, once a symphony of passion and promise, had transformed into a haunting melody of heartbreak.

Veronica's gaze held a mixture of sadness and regret, her lips quivering as if struggling to find the right words. "We need to talk," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of a decision that could alter the course of your lives.

You let out a nervous laugh, "Everything alright V?" you have an idea of what's to come even though you don't want to believe it. After all, nothing ever comes with your girlfriend saying, we need to talk.

The two of you found yourselves on the balcony of your favorite coffee shop, a place that had once been the backdrop to whispered confessions and shared laughter. Now, the air was heavy with tension, the space between you a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge.

"What is it, Veronica?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, though the fear of what she might say seemed to amplify your words.

She took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I think… I think we should break up."

The words hung in the air like a dissonant chord, shattering the fragile remains of the love you had once nurtured. Your heart seemed to stop, the pain of her declaration a piercing ache that radiated through your chest.

"I don't understand," you managed to say, your voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and hurt.

Veronica's gaze never left yours, her expression torn between sorrow and determination. "(Y/n), I love you, but our paths are... diverging. My family's legacy, the expectations... I'm suffocating, and I... I can't be the person you deserve right now."

Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to process her words. The love that had once felt like an unbreakable bond was now unraveling, slipping through your fingers like mere grains of sand.

"Why didn't you talk to me about this? We could have faced it together," you said, your voice a blend of hurt and desperation.

Veronica's shoulders slumped, the weight of her decision evident in her posture. She had tears streaming down her face now, "I thought I could handle it on my own. I thought I was protecting you."

The pain in your chest deepened, the ache of betrayal mingling with the sorrow of losing the person who had meant the world to you. The city lights twinkled around you, a stark contrast to the darkness that seemed to have settled within your heart.

Days turned into weeks, and the emptiness left by Veronica's absence in your life was a constant reminder of the love you had lost. The places you had once explored together and had filled you with happiness and joy, were now tinged with bittersweet memories, the laughter and shared moments haunting your thoughts like a poignant melody.

You found yourself navigating through life, the once-familiar routine now a chore. The ache of missing Veronica was an ever-present companion, a shadow that seemed to grow longer with each passing day. The lyrics of the songs you once loved held new meanings, resonating with the emotions you were unable to express.

One evening, as the rain pattered against your window, a message notification broke the silence of your solitude. It was from Veronica—an invitation to meet at a place that had once been your sanctuary.

With a mixture of trepidation and longing, you knew you shouldn't but you found yourself at the familiar park bench, the place where you had shared secrets, dreams, and your love. Veronica was already there, her gaze a mixture of sadness and regret. She stood up when she saw you approach,

"(Y/n), I miss you," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.

Your heart ached at her words, the flood of memories overwhelming. "Veronica, why did you end things if you miss me?"

She looked down, her fingers nervously tracing patterns on her lap. "I thought I was doing what was best for both of us. But I've realized that losing you hurt more than any challenge I face."

Tears welled in your eyes as you stared at the person who had once been your everything, now standing before you with a vulnerability that mirrored your own.

"Is there a chance for us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, the wounds of her decision still fresh. "Veronica, you walked away from us."

She reached for your hand, her touch a fragile lifeline in the sea of pain. "I was wrong, and I regret it every day. But I still love you."

The rain intensified around you, the drops echoing the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. The memories of your love story flooded your thoughts—the laughter, the promises, the dreams you had shared.

With a heavy heart, you pulled your hand away. "Veronica, what we had was beautiful, but it's different now. I can't go back to the way things were."

She bowed her head, barely giving a light nod, her shoulders shaking with the weight of her sorrow. "I understand."

The silence that followed was filled with the echoes of a love that had once been everything, and now was a haunting reminder of what could have been.

As you walked away, the raindrops mingled with your tears, each step taking you further from the woman who had once held your heart.

THE END

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[funplayhouse101]

Guys I only write male reader.

There are a lot of people sending me female reader stuff but I only write MALE READER!

Please, please send male reader stuff only.

I also have people messaging me asking if it's ok to send weird and kinky smut stuff and that's a yes because that doesn't bother me and I'm not here to judge y'all, just be yourselfs.

So send in some Requests y'all!!

#male reader smut #steve rogers x male reader #wanda maximoff x male reader #chris evans x male reader #natasha romanoff x male reader #male reader #male x male reader #male reader x male character #male reader x female #male reader x female character #dc comcis #marvel comics #Archie Andrews x Male Reader #betty cooper x male reader #Riverdale #Disney #hardcore smut #smut #angst #fanfiction #x male reader #descendants fanfiction #harry hook x male reader #mal x male reader #fluff #tony stark x male reader #bisexual #male x female

[denim-devil]

Archie was a minor in season 1 of Riverdale so could u do a adult Archie like he was in the time skip in future seasons thanks

I haven’t watched the new seasons because it went so downhill, idk if I can write for him?!

#male reader #x male reader #archie andrews #kj apa #riverdale #smut #fluff #angst

[badblondebisexualboy]

Going through my life and finding 🔥 pieces I forgot to reblog. So, here you guys go. (Don't judge my reading please)

#riverdale x male reader angst

[aphroditelovesu]

⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

#yandere #dark #yandere au #dark au #commissions #writing commissions

[gayaristocrat]

——Masterlist——

Key: Smut = {s} Fluff = {f} Angst = {a}

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Male Reader {s}

Request: This is just me being a slut, like my name, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time. Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral. Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you

Eddie Munson x FtM! Reader {s}

Request: Omg omg I'm going feral over this but imagine an FTM reader and Eddie Munson but like. Eddie putting a pillow under Reader's back and pressing on their stomach while absolutely RAILING him---

Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {f}

Summary: How would Billy Hargrove be in an a-z fluff?

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: Hi I LOVED your billy a-z fluff if you are doing requests can you do another billy a-z but smut? Or headcanon

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: What do you think Billy Hargrove will do to help his boyfriend who is scared of sex?

Billy Hargrove x Male reader {f}, {s}

Request: Hi! Going off of Billy helping his bf with his fear of sex, how about Billy planning a beautiful night for his bf who told him they feel confident to have sex and Billy make love to them gently and praised them

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Summary: While Billy was punishing you, you discover a secret about yourself you never know about. 

Wednesday

Tyler Galpin

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Tyler's boyfriend gives him head as he falls apart at the sight

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Harry’s boyfriend gives him head while at a very important zoom meeting for work

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader*

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

Archie Andrews x Mute! Male Reader***

Request: Reading your fics always makes me happy. Would you do a headcanon of archie taking his boyfriend who is mute out on a picnic for their birthday and just being soft to him and affectionate with some soft nsfw

Archie Andrews x Male Reader**

Summary: How would a date night with your heroic boyfriend, Archie Andrews, play out?

Reggie Mantle

Reggie Mantle x Male Reader***

Summary: Since Reggie had been denying you attention, you decided to find it somewhere else, knowing full well how easily jealous he gets.

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Male Reader

Summary: Michael takes a liking to the reader and falls for him. Michael wants to ‘question’ the reader, but things get more heated than they should.

|| 1 | | 2 | | 3*** ||

Michael Langdon x FtM! Reader***

Summary: Michael has a hard day at work, but thankfully he can come home and relieve his stress every day.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Being tied up as Michael plays with you like his little rag doll was not how you planned your night to go, especially being denied and teased by him.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Sometimes its good to just be an obedient little puppy

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader**

Summary: Could Ambrose Spellman really have found the love of his life or is he just another summer fling?

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader***

Summary: What could possibly make Ambrose Spellman punish his sweet little boyfriend?

Father Blackwood

Father Blackwood x Male Reader***

Summary: Reader and Sabrina try to come up with a plan to get back at Weird Sisters, but he wants to do something bigger. But what happened when things take a turn?

Harvey Kinkle

Harvey Kinkle x Male Reader ** (angst to fluff)

Summary: It's time for Harvey's boyfriend to confess a secret, but will things go as planned?

Nicholas Scratch

Nicholas Scratch x FtM! Reader

Summary: Nicholas spends a special holiday with his boyfriend

|| 1 | | 2 | | 3 | | 4*** ||

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester x Male Reader***

Summary: Sam and reader both hate each other and they work out their frustrations together

#gayaristocrat -- masterlist #x male reader #male x male reader #gay fanfiction #mlm smut #male reader #american horror story #stranger things #wednesday #riverdale #harry potter #chilling adventures of sabrina #american horror story x male reader #stranger things x male reader #wednesday x male reader #riverdale x male reader #harry potter x male reader #chilling adventures of sabrina x male reader #the 100 x male reader

[theyraylovehate]

Hey yall! So this is a bit different from my normal posts but I was think why not try?

So I'm looking for someone that might want to do a one-on-one roleplay! I am open to homemade or fandom-based ones with anyone of any gender identity!

This is going to be alot of info but this is me just putting everything that I can think of that might interest someone!

Gender/Preferences

So I tend to play more AFAB/feminine characters because I am nonbinary but I do have experience playing male presenting characters. I'm open to whatever gender you would like to play! Male, female, nonbinary, Trans, ect. Whatever you are comfortable with I'm down with!

Fandoms/Homemade plots

For fandom based plots I am a bit more picky especially if you are wanting to follow closely to the plot. I personally need to be confident in the show/movie/book unless you want to base the plot off of an idea from it, for example taking the idea of Camp Halfblood from the Percy Jackson series and building our own world around it.

Fandoms I'm 100% comfortable with role-playing:

Marvel

DC (including young justice)

Maze Runner

Harry Potter/Marauders Era

Riverdale

Stranger Things

Divergent

The Umbrella Academy

Greek Mythology

X-Men

The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead Game

IT (2017)

Desendants

The Hunger Games

*List is subject to change, roleplay may differ between book and movie adaptations*

As of pairings, I tend to do OCxOC or OCxCanon where we would play eachother's crushes. I usually avoid CanonXCanon.

Homemade

I have done way to many homemade roleplays to count so I have come to find I prefer certain genres.

Genres I am comfortable with:

High fantasy

Modern fantasy

Dystopian

Sci-fi

Historical

And of course if you have another genre you like, you are more than welcome to bring it up, this is simply what I find myself doing the most and enjoying.

Triggers/Warnings

Triggers and Warnings will be discussed prior to beginning the planning stages. These are very important to me in keeping not only my partner but myself safe and comfortable.

My personal triggers:

Any sort of noncon

Explicit talk of r*pe (besides in a coming out way)

Warnings:

Warnings are anything that would be considered something that you would mention at the beginning of a piece that you think is important for your reader to know.

Any warnings I list below that I am comfortable with role-playing are 100% optional and if any conflict with your triggers they will be scrapped.

Warnings I am comfortable with adding:

Self harm/suicidal thoughts

Eating disorders

Sexual acts (consensual)

Sever Angst

Depression/Anxiety disorders

Mental disorders

Violence/Gore

Writing Style

I don't give a set length I'm expecting a person to write to that's ridiculous. All I want is for the lengths of our messages to somewhat match to a reasonable extent. I.E. if I send a two paragraph message, I'm expecting more than a sentence. I've had to carry roleplays before and it's not the most enjoyable experience for me.

I am comfortable with writing in first or third perspective, whichever feels appropriate for the roleplay at hand. We just need to agree with one another on which one we will be using.

Character/World building

I'm very big on character and world building, especially with a homemade plot. As of characters, I want to be able to either see or visualize in my mind what they look like and how they're acting within the roleplay so I go into some pretty deep character building.

For world building, with Fandom based plots we simply need to agree if we will be following the plot of the show/movie/book or if we will be vering off on our own path.

Homemade plots I tend to delve deeper into. I want to create a well rounded world that we can shape and mold as we please. When a world and bland and flat, it can be hard to take it in the directions we want.

I hope this interests someone! If you are, please message me on here or at discord at Ray.#4602

My time zone is CST so I may not get back to you right away but I will!

#roleplay #looking for roleplay #roleplay partner wanted #roleplay partner search #roleplay partner needed

[melloween-candie]

Request rules

Welcome to my request rule page. 

We will be discussing-

Fandoms I write for

Things I will do 

Things I won’t do 

Due dates/Notes

Request requirements 

Fandoms I will do 

I will write for any anime/tv show that I know of/have seen. 

Here’s a list-

Attack on Titan

Shameless

Danganronpa

My hero Academia 

Demon slayer

Tokyo Ghoul

Haikyuu

Fairy tail

One piece

Naruto 

Baruto

Inuyasha

Swords arts online

Blue exorcist

Arcane

Stranger things

Riverdale

ETC

The list goes on. I fall in love with other fandoms all the time, so it’s hard to keep up with the list. Just request, and if I reject it, I’ll give you a reason. 

This is mainly an anime fanfiction blog, but I’ll still write for other fandoms like

Shameless

Harry potter

Stranger Things 

Riverdale

The Walking Dead

ETC

Sometimes I write stories for video games… Depending on if I’m really into it. Example- 

Danganronpa

Persona series 

ETC

Things I will do

Angst

Yandere

Smut

Lemon

Lime 

A/B/O (Alpha/Beta/Omega)

AU (Alternate Universe 

Head-canons

Flash-Fic

Ship-Fics

images

stories 

ETC

Number one rule - I ONLY WRITE X READERS (Y/N)

If you don’t like it; you can leave :)

Things I won’t do 

Bestiality 

Cross Fics 

Pedophilia

Necrophilia

Incest

Underage sexual relationships

ETC (I can’t really think of any)

I’ll always add a warning to my fanfics. If you want to request something and you think it’s too much, then you probably shouldn’t. Either way, I try to be very flexible with my writing, so if y'all are willing to negotiate, then y'all will see me posting your requests.  

Due dates

I don’t do well with due dates. I try to post at least one thing a week, but I can’t. Promise anything. Writer’s block is such a pain. That's why I prefer writing for fandoms that I’m currently into.  You’ll know what I’m currently into since I’ll probably post about it. 

Note

If the character is originally straight- I'ma write them like that unless requested otherwise. Same with any sexuality. Also, I don't have anything against Male/Reader- I'm just used to writing Fem/Reader, so I'll probably have more Fem up- (Sorry)

Request Requirements

Details matter! Please add every detail you want to see in the fanfic. 

Be nice! (I will block or ignore rude behavior) 

#requests #request rules

[samswd]

My Masterlist of Writing

❤️‍🩹 angst

🔥 smut

🍬 fluff

💙 x male reader

💜 x female reader

Game of Thrones

His White Knight - Jaime Lannister ❤️‍🩹🔥💙

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Harry Potter

Suckerpunch

Ex-Machina

For All Mankind

James Cameron's Avatar

Big Gold Brick

Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse

Riverdale

Teen Wolf

Lightningface

Triple Frontier

Percy Jackson & The Olympians

Star Wars

Dune

Agora

Inside Llewyn Davis

Scenes From A Marriage

~Last Updated: 11/19/2023~

#samswd masterlist #masterlist

[damntonystarkandhissmile]

OK GUYS I HAVE ADDED SOME MORE FANDOMS YAYYY:D

#sweet pea x male reader #riverdale x reader #male reader riverdale #riverdale x male reader #male reader angst riverdale #smut male reader #steve rogers male reader #the mandalorian male reader #criminal minds male reader #tony stark male reader smut

[malereader-inserts]

The Night We Met

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Jughead Jones x Male!Reader Summary: There’s too much pain in his heart, he really wish it will go away soon. Word Count: 1,575 Request:  I. Need. ANGST! (Please feed me some angst 🥺) Warning: Suicide, depression A/n: I would love more angst prompts.

Riverdale is a small place, it’s a town where everyone knows everyone. 

Death is common, it’s heartbreaking, but somehow it’s always more saddening when it’s a young person, just because they had so much life to experience. Riverdale is a quiet town, really, but it was only loud because of one young lad. 

Jughead Jones was very fond of this person.

You weren’t too bright that people hated to look your way, you were too good for this world. But, you were real. There wasn’t negativity in your body other than your outlook in life, you were so kind that the elderly always see you and offering your time to help them. You would help struggling students with subjects, you were an inspiration to Jughead’s side project - to tell the perfect story of you. 

See, you were a soft boy. The boy who wore round glasses, oversized sweaters and baggy jeans. Sometimes, you would wear your overalls with your long shirt underneath and converse to match. You weren’t afraid to express yourself, you were too good for this world because nothing should harm you.

So, how can this happy boy kill himself?

The town mourns because this shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

The kid, you, you were supposed to go - be free. You were supposed to leave Riverdale, make it big in the big city. Make friends, make a family, expand your horizons. 

You’re just a boy.

It hurts so much, to think, to feel. 

Jughead hated it, your story was supposed to be making it far and yet it was ending abruptly. Jughead remembers the night you met him, it was just you and him in Pop’s diner. The neon lights illuminating your face, Jughead cannot help but feel threatened by your looks.

You sat across him, sipping a cold beverage. One leg up on the booth and your arms leaning against your knee. Jughead remembers vividly the rings you hand on your fingers, the chains around your neck - the dull brown striped sweater that seems to contrast the white collar from a shirt under it. 

You two seem to hit it off that night, you were laughing at each other’s jokes, the occasional flirty remark, exchanging numbers and kept “running into each other at pop’s late at night when it’s just you and him.

“I want to write a book about you, (Y/n),” Jughead says, as you looked at him curiously, “You’re interesting.”

“Far from it, Jughead.”

He stood by your side most of the time, somehow you two formed a relationship - it was so unlikely, but it was right. Two boys just in love with each other, they see nothing but each other. Jughead adores the book he has written about you, there’s a load of wisdom sprouted from your mouth. 

“People tend to forget to tell each other how much they love or miss you or need you, and even if they do remember, sometimes they're just too shy, too scared, too certain it's the wrong thing to say or the wrong timing. But it's not. It never is. Say it before it's too late. For all we know, it could all be different tomorrow.”

“It really could.”

“I could die tomorrow, and I know there will be a lot of unsaid things in the air. There will be regret.”

Jughead looks at you, “Are you okay?”

You shrugged your shoulder, there was a faint smile on your face, “I haven’t been okay for a long time,” There was a beat silence as you laugh, “I’m just kidding, Jug, I’m okay.”

Jughead wishes he didn’t believe it - but foolishly, he did.

Life continues, he recalls how happy you were, there was nothing in life that could go wrong for you. And yet, you let out your deepest feelings in the late night meet up at Pop’s.

“You know,” You sighed, leaning your head back against the window, “I’m tired of feeling-”

“Huh?”

“I’m so done with life, this life I mean. Reincarnate me to another lifetime like two hundred years from now, maybe it’ll be better.”

“That is if climate change hasn’t taken us already,” Jughead say as you chuckle softly, “Maybe we’ll have robots.”

“Maybe, they’ll lower the age of drinking.”

There you go, joking again, as if you haven’t accidentally got to deep in your feelings. Jughead remembers how you were, and now he cringes. It’s all there, the signs of calling for help - right in front of him. And, he brushed it off because he thinks you’re joking.

Jughead remembers.

It hurts.

He had all, and then most of you. Some and now none of you.

He remembers how you started to drift away from him. The meetings late night started to be rare until you stopped showing up. The smile was there but it looked sort of faded. You weren’t by side as much until you were avoiding him, telling him that you were busy. 

You died.

You killed yourself.

You were at peace now. 

“Please...”

The wind rustles the nearby trees, it’s not cold out. In fact, the breeze was comforting in the warm day, summer was ending and autumn was starting to come about. Autumn had always been your favourite season, it was the season for staying in and the cold weather starting to nip at your nose. It’s an excuse to wear jumpers and have hot coffee.

“Please, take me back to the night we met.”

Jughead trembles, he’s on his knees as he stares at your headstone. It’s clean and fresh among those that have been forgotten over the years. Jughead doesn’t think a slab of stone fits you well, it’s just not you.

Your life could never be marked by a gravestone, something so cold and immobile. Perhaps a tree with a wind-chime in the branches could do you more justice, or a simple song sung into the wind. What lies in the ground is only flesh and blood, that's never what you were. 

You were quite honestly the most beautiful spirit Jughead has ever known. he prays that you soar with the eagles on lofty breezes and swim in oceans deep; he prays that you know the freedom this life could never give you, yet most of all he prays that when his time comes it is you that takes him by the hand and you go onwards to better times together.

There are flowers for you, some that were there since you were buried, some that were new. But, your grave was never short of flowers. 

“I would have done anything for them-”

“-Except save them,” Archie says behind him.

A reared as if he had been slapped. Jughead swallowed hard, eyes wide and startled before their gaze shuttered. “You have no fucking idea,” He whips around to tackle the redhead, “You don’t know (Y/n), you don’t know him like I know him. Don’t think for one second I wouldn’t have tried.”

“Juggie,” FP says softly, grabbing the boy by his shoulders, “(Y/n) wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“I’m sorry,” Archie whispered, he knows he overstepped the line - it’s a shock really, your death was sudden.

“I failed him,” Jughead says, it’s a struggle for him because he’s holding back tears, “I keep seeing his face and I can’t help think I’ve failed him.”

Guilt, too much of it. 

Regret, and you were right - there are a lot of unsaid things in the air and he regrets not telling you.

“I love him.”

“He loves you too,” FP says, making Jughead look him in the eyes, “There is not a bone in (Y/n) that tells you, you were ever at fault - okay? He doesn’t want you to blame yourself.”

Going home was an empty feeling in Jughead, FP knows it will take a while for Jughead to bounce back to himself. School seems to empty without you, there isn’t someone there to wait for him at his locker; instead, there’s candles and flowers at yours. Jughead goes to sleep with the papers of your unfinished story, he goes to sleep in your sweaters.

He keeps a picture of you, always on himself. One night he stares at you, it’s been two weeks since you were buried. Your relationship with him hadn’t lasted long, three months - not once he had uttered the three words as you did to him.

“I love you,” Jughead whispers to the picture of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me that when I was alive?” Your voice questions him, he knows you’re not there, but can’t help himself to imagine you by his side.

“I was scared.”

There was silence, “Yeah, I know that feeling.”

He can’t imagine how terrified you were, in your last moments of breathing. He doesn’t want to imagine it, yet sometimes it keeps him up at night. 

“Make my story ending a good one, will you?” Your voice says, there’s a tone of happiness for a second.

“I don’t know how to end it,” Jughead admits, “It wasn’t supposed to end so soon.”

“Tell them I was brave for finding peace,” Your voice softly begs, “Please, that’s how I want it to end.”

Jughead stays silent before nodding to himself; he knows he’ll be haunted by the ghost of you. But, that’s a request he can do for you - your one last wish.

“Okay,” He whispers.

Maybe, just maybe, you found peace in his word.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

summary: jughead always chose betty over you despite being best friends with you much longer. you made an effort, did everything for him, gave him your everything. but still, it wasn’t enough. you wanted him to choose you, but he never did; your first love ended in a painful heartbreak — and as if the universe is giving you another chance, you met a new boy with raven hair and a serpent tattoo on his neck

pairings: jughead jones x male reader, sweet pea x male reader

warnings → angst・fucking angst・suicide attempt・shitty mother・verbal abuse・self-harm・swearing・alcohol・maybe a little tiniest bit of a fluff (idk there might be none)・sweet pea being a sweetie

a/n: part two is up!!

veronica, kevin and archie looked at you in pity and sadness as you watched betty and jughead chatting together across the room. it was cheryl’s party and each people were spending their night joyful, jamming along the blasting music that played in the background, the only person who didn’t seem to be enjoying this night was you.

you can’t when you’re watching the love of your life gaze lovingly at the love of his life.

the three of your friends were well aware of your feelings for the beanie-wearing boy and always tried to convince you to confess to him, but you always resisted. it was no point in confessing to him when his heart is already taken by the blonde beauty.

“(y/n/n)... don’t stare at them, you’re only going to hurt yourself.” veronica told you softly, placing her hand above yours. “i can’t watch you be so sad over them anymore.” she said with a sad look on her face.

you turned towards her and covered your aching heart. “i’m not sad over them, ronnie. why would i be? jughead is in love with betty and he’s happy being in love.” you smiled, but it came out forced.

veronica sighed, shaking her head. kevin placed his hand on your shoulder, “(y/n), everyone can see the way you look at them. the only people who doesn’t see it are betty and jughead.” you just shrugged at him in return and looked down at the alcohol you were holding.

Betty and Jughead weren’t together, but they were in love with each other. Everyone can see it and even when it was painful for you, you saw it too. Their eyes literally lights up when the others entered the room, they make googly love eyes towards each other, and Jughead literally does everything for Betty.

Meanwhile, everyone sees the way you gaze after him longingly. Veronica, Archie and Kevin were always the witness of you doing everything for Jughead despite being unappreciated. They saw how you helped Jughead dress up for Betty, how you gave him advices to impress her, how you always asked him to hang out with you only to get rejected because he was going to hang out with Betty. They witnessed every moment of your heartbreak; it hurts them how you care selflessly for Jughead but he doesn't see it.

“(Y/n), you gotta stop this.” Archie said softly, trying to talk some sense into you. “You're just killing yourself. You try to impress him, hang out with him, help him with everything, but he doesn't even give you any attention, yet you're still trying.”

“Why do you still try?” Kevin was next to ask, his tone as soft as Archie's.

You sighed, licking your lips and avoiding eye contact with them. “I guess there's just still a part of me that hopes he will notice me someday. That he will choose me. All these efforts, this– this sacrifices? I'm only doing it because I have a hope that he will.” You looked up from the floor to them and was met with three disapproving looks.

“(Y/n/n)...” Veronica starts, her voice soft as well, but had a firm tone in it. “How much do you have to get hurt for you to finally realize that he won't notice you?”

It was harsh, but true. That is the reality and Veronica is just trying to snap you out of your stupidity. But you can't. You loved Jughead too much, it was almost impossible for you to let go of him. You couldn't give up — he was your long time crush, probably since middle school. Everything about him made you love him even more, and even when there wasn't a day he didn't gawk at Betty, you still believe that there's a chance for you.

You were blinded by your love for him. Everyone could tell and they had to witness every time how you destroy yourself by trying to get Jughead to notice you. It was killing them, but they knew it killed you more than it did to them.

“(Y/n), don't you not remember the day he turned you down to hang out with Betty?” Kevin asked.

You approached Jughead who was sitting alone on the corner of the cafeteria, hiding two movie tickets in your pocket, excitement radiating off of you. “Hey, Jug!” You greeted him cheerfully, sitting down beside him and slinging your arm around his shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/n).” He greeted you back, not even glancing up at you as he typed on his laptop about a new novel he was writing.

You brushed it off as a usual thing to happen, since Jughead often ignored people when he was writing his new novel. “So, Jug. I was thinking movie night today. How do you feel about it?” You said with joy.

However, Jughead didn't seem to be interested as he continued to type away on his laptop. “Uh, I can't. I have to finish this.” He rejected, eyes buried on the screen.

You frowned. It's been quite long since you two hang out and Jughead never rejected a offer to watch a movie. “But you can finish it anyday.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “I can't. Sorry.” Clearly, his apology wasn't genuine by the tone in his voice. Your frown deepened, but didn't say anything and just stood up to walk away from him.

Later that night, you asked Kevin to watch a movie with you instead because you didn't want to waste the ticket. It was pretty expensive, considering you wanted to impress Jughead, and the fact that you didn't get to watch it with him made you sulk slightly. Kevin was there to cheer you up, though. The two of you were going to head over at Pop's when Kevin abruptly stopped after seeing something behind the glass windows of the diner.

He caught your arm before you could go close to the diner and pointed at the two people inside. “Isn't that...?” He trailed off and your eyes went to search for what he was talking about, then saw Jughead with Betty on one of the booth, smiling at each other.

You felt your heart ache as soon as they filled your vision. “He- he told me he have to finish his novel today...”

Kevin frowned. “And he went to hang out with Betty? What the hell?”

You took a deep breath after the flashback ended, looking at Kevin slowly. “I remember it, Kev. But still...” You looked down again.

Veronica sighed, “Do you also remember when you had a family problem? And he didn't even want to listen?” A frown appeared on your lips at that.

He didn't want to listen, and he said it was because others have problems too and that he can't help you. But after that, he went on helping Betty with her problems and Veronica had to comfort you the whole night for two reasons; one because of your shitty mother and two because Jughead was being unfair. However, even after that, you went back to doing everything for him being the little love-blind person that you are. That was the exact day when Veronica realized how much you love Jughead, and how much he was wasting you.

You drink the alcohol from the plastic cup, trying hard to erase the memory from your mind.

Everything you did for Jughead was because you love him, and you were starting to wonder why he hasn’t look at you yet. Whenever he needed you, you were there. But when you needed him, he was nowhere to be seen and is hanging out with Betty. In all honesty, it’s getting exhausting — hoping endlessly for him to notice you, doing everything to help him with his problems, giving him your everything, you were willing to give him everything.

Yet here you are, still alone and broken.

He doesn’t even look at you. He’s just too focused on Betty that you were sure he doesn’t care about you anymore. The destiny was being cruel; preventing you from being with the boy you love and instead giving him someone to love, so he wouldn’t dare end up with you.

It hurts. It damn hurts. And you don’t understand why you’re still in love with him and is willing to give him everything despite knowing he wouldn’t give you back what you gave him, specially his heart. He would be giving his heart to Betty and not to you, even after all your efforts and sacrifices.

“I just want him to love me back.” You muttered quietly, watching as Betty and Jughead stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.

It was too quiet, but your three friends managed to hear it. They heard it. Your wish, your desperate wish. And there was nothing they can do but to look down, knowing whatever words they say to comfort you won’t change Jughead’s feelings for Betty.

And deep down, you knew that fact even when it felt like someone stabbed your heart with a knife repeatedly.

“You little shit!” Your mother shouts, hitting you across the face.

Your cheek stings at where she slapped you, but you barely flinched at her sudden outburst and just stood there facing the floor. “This is the only score you’ve got? 92 out of 100? What kind of shit is this!?” She yelled angrily, crumpling your test result. “I’m paying for your education, (Y/n), and this is how you repay me? By getting a half assed score when it could have been a perfect 100!?”

She was totally furious about a fucking test result. Ridiculous, really. This started happening when your father left after he couldn’t deal with your mother’s drug addict behavior. He was a southside serpent and surely he could’ve handled her, but he chose to leave instead. Without even trying to take you with him.

It’s funny how cruel this world can be to you.

“I’m sorry, I will do better next time.” You apologized, still not meeting her gaze. It is easy for you to hit her and fight back, but you didn’t because she’s your mother. You still respected her in any way.

She scoffed, “Next time? I can’t even count how many times you told me you’ll be better next time, but came back with a fucking shitty result.” She spat with distaste in her tone.

You frowned, scrunching your eyebrows together and looked up at her. “Why do you hate me so much? I’m your son.”

“You’re not my son.” She snapped, making you flinch at how harsh her words are. “You were just an accident. You understand that? A fucking accident between me and your father that we never planned to happen. The worst part is, you grew up looking like your father. That face reminds me of him and makes me wish I never had you.” The pure hatred in her face was enough to make you believe her.

You swallowed, feeling tears welling up in your eyes and looked down, trying to hide it from her.

“What, are you gonna cry?” She said mockingly. “Of course. You’re gonna cry like a little cry baby that you always were. A pathetic, weak piece of shit that I’m absolutely ashamed to call my son.” She grabbed the jingle jangle on the table and glared at you like you were the worst thing that ever happened to your life. “I never wanted you, and never will.” With that, she walked out of the house to be a drug addict that she always was.

After she was gone from the house, you broke into tears and finally let them stream down your face, falling on your knees as your face twisted in complete pain and anguish.

Everything hurt; your heart, your chest, your whole body. It’s like the emotional and mental pain shifted into physical pain even when you weren’t being abused physically. The feeling of worthlessness appearing in both your heart and mind, as well as emptiness, sadness, pain and anguish.

Your cries were the cries of help, desperately wanting someone to show up and stop your pain for the better. But life wasn’t that easy. There was no one to stop it; not even Jughead, who used to always be with you and cared for you deeply.

Now, he was gone. He don’t care about you anymore. All he cares about was Betty and Betty only.

Tears continued to run down your cheeks, soaking your shirt as you sobbed violently, unable to contain yourself. “W-why...?” The void question came out from your lips between sobs, asking the universe why they were being cruel to you.

Though, it’s not like the universe or destiny will answer you.

It feels like you were being killed from the inside, like all the pain you experienced in your life are molding together and attacking you all at once. Everything hurt, and you were exhausted mentally, emotionally and spiritually. You just want to be happy and be with the love of your life. That was enough. That is enough. But then, life doesn’t let you be happy even for once.

You stumbled towards the bathroom, feeling the urge to hurt yourself to deal with the emotional pain. Opening the cabinet, you saw few blades laying there and took it out, setting it down on the sink.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and witnessed how much of a mess you are right now. Your eyes red and puffy from crying, tears were still streaming down your cheeks that had a red mark because of your mother’s slap, the look in your face practically screaming exhaustion. Your hair was a mess from you constantly running your hands through them while you were crying in the living room.

Your gaze returned to the blazes above the sink and takes it without even hesitating, moving up the sleeves to reveal your arms that was littered with scars of different sizes. Some were small, some were big, some were deep, some were not, but they were all old scars. Self-harm scars. You brought the blade down to your left wrist, beginning to run the blade slowly, watching as it cut through your skin and causing blood to come out. A relieved sigh leaves your lips — self-harming was never been a healthy way to deal with problems, but it made you relieved every time you do it. You feel like the emotional pain was leaving your body through the cuts that you made. There wasn’t any physical pain, but you were sure it will sting when you take a shower.

By the time you were satisfied, there were many cuts covering both of your wrists. Blood oozed out from the cuts that you found satisfying. If your mother was a drug addict, then maybe you’re a self-harm addict. This was your only way of escaping the pain.

You washed the blood away with water while ignoring the stinging pain it gave you before moving back to the living room and grabbing your phone, immediately entering your room afterwards. The tears already stopped by now thankfully.

You laid on the bed and unlocked your phone, only for it to ring right after. It was Jughead and a dark feeling spreads in your chest when you read his name on your phone screen, almost like something was going to go wrong if you answered it. Nonetheless, you pressed the answer button just in case it was emergency — a decision that you will regret sooner.

“(Y/n)!” Jughead’s excited voice called from the other line, making you smile.

“Hey, Jug.” You cleared your throat to regain control of your voice as it came out hoarse. “What’s up? Why do you sound excited?” You asked curiously.

There was a chuckle of joy before he spoke, “Guess what? I asked Betty if she will be my girlfriend and she said yes!”

You froze. Mind unable to process what he said as you stared at the ceiling blankly. In that moment, you heard your heart shatter in million pieces. The pain wasn’t even an ache anymore; it was more than that. His announcement just destroyed your heart completely.

Why is this happening to me? You thought, feeling the tears well up in your eyes again. It was surprising, really. With the amount of tears you cried earlier, you didn’t know there was still tears left to cry.

“(Y/n)? You there?” Jughead’s worried voice snapped you out of your misery.

You breathe out, “Yeah... yeah, I am. Lucky for you, Jug. Congratulations.” You swallowed as you felt like suffocating. “Uh... I’m sorry, I have to go.” The call ended as soon as you said that, not giving him any time to argue or protest.

Without a second thought, you grabbed your jacket and stormed out of the house, leaving your phone behind.

Maybe you were foolish.

Maybe you were an idiot to believe he would look at you the same way he looked at Betty if you tried enough.

Maybe... you were stupid for giving your everything to him until you were left with none. That’s exactly the reason why you felt empty right now anyway.

It was totally your fault. Veronica, Archie and Kevin warned you, told you to give up, but you didn’t. It was your fault. Everything just hurts and now you were sure Betty is the only one who has Jughead’s heart. There was nothing you can do about it.

Accept it, idiot. You thought to yourself.

Standing above the bridge that divided the Southside and the Northside, you looked at the river below. It was beautiful at night, the sound of water calming you. No one was in sight, which was pretty dangerous in your situation.

I could just jump and never come back. You thought as you looked at the river and leaned on the railings.

It will be easy. You just need to jump and drown. That way, you could finally end your miserable life. This excrusiating pain will stop for the better and you will be free from your drug addict mother. Everything will be okay if you just jumped. Your friends might be sad after your death, but they will get over it quickly. Veronica has Archie, Archie has Veronica, Kevin has Joaquin, Jughead has Betty. They will be okay.

You jumped slightly to sit on the railings and turned to the river, still contemplating your life. Nothing was good in it anyway.

Your mother was a drug addict who didn’t want you in her life, who never wanted you.

Your father left you long ago.

Jughead didn’t care about you but Betty.

Your three friends? They have each other.

Nothing will change even if you jump. There will be nothing to regret. It’s just an easy task.

“What are you doing here?” A deep voice suddenly asked, causing you to jump slightly startled. He chuckled at your reaction.

You glanced at him and turned back to the river, far away look in your eyes. “Contemplating my life.”

Panic flashed in the raven haired boy's expression, “Woah, woah, woah. Get away from there.” He ushered and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you away from the railings easily before spinning you around to face him. “What the hell are you really doing?”

You looked up, annoyed that he even thought he had the right to stop you, and widened your eyes when you came across a handsome face that you’ve never seen in your neighbourhood. “Oh, uhm...” You struggled to say it out loud, pushing yourself off of him upon noticing the close distance. “I was just admiring the river.”

He raised his brows; even though you were hiding it well, he could still see that you're lying. Definitely wasn't just admiring the river. “Well, you looked like you were about to jump. Is everything good?”

You sighed, going back to lean on the railings again and he quickly went beside you. “Everything is a mess.” You answered, having a far away look once again.

“Care to elaborate?” He asked and stared at your face. It was dark, but he could still make out the shape of your face and notice how good-looking you are.

“Well, a short summary of my life — my mom and dad had sex and accidentally had me. Mom became a drug addict, dad tried to be patient for her but eventually gave up and left. He didn't want to deal with her anymore and instead left me to deal with her.” A bitter chuckle left your lips. “Growing up, mom continued to verbally abuse me because she couldn't stand the thought of dad leaving us. So, I turned to my friends. Then, I fell in love with my best friend since middle school. I was blinded by my love for him and did everything for him when I clearly knew he's in love with a girl, hoping that one day he'll love me back. And an hour ago, he called to tell me he and the love of his life are now together, so there's that.” You shrugged trying to act nonchalant.

His face dropped at your story, almost as if feeling the pain you've gone through everyday. He knew you were trying not to cry by how your shoulders trembled, your lips pursed in a thin line to keep any sound from coming out. “Let it out.” He said, his hand going over to pat your back.

You shook your head, “I- I can't. I don't- I don't want to be weak.”

His brows furrowed. Who the hell teaches their child crying means weak? “Hey, crying doesn't make you weak. It makes you strong. Bottling those things up will only makes things worst, so you have to let it all out to make you feel better. Cry as many times as you want, I don't care.”

Those words were enough for the tears to come out as you let out a sob, breaking down for the second time this day in front of a boy that you don't even know.

However, he don't seem to mind as he patted your back gently and shift his body closer to you to give you comfort. He didn't get too close that you'll feel unconfortable, but maintained a slight distance from you. You cried like that for a while, letting out all your pain.

“Uh, thanks.” You said after your break down finished. “Your presence comforted me a lot.”

He flashed you a smile, “No problem. The name's Sweet Pea.” He said and extended his hand.

You raised your brows, a smirk of amusement appearing on your face. “That's a strangely cute name. I'm (Y/n) (L/n).”

“Yeah, don't mention it.” He says, shaking his head and you chuckled.

“Hey, don't be embarrassed. I like your name.”

“I like your name better.” He smirked. “So, what are you going to do now?”

You sighed heavily. “Nothing. I’m just gonna try to be happy for them. And if you’re asking about my mother, I don’t know. I just don’t want to go home yet.” You said and wrapped your arms around yourself in a comforting manner.

He hummed, “You wanna come to my place? I can let you stay in.”

Your brows raised in surprise as you looked at him, expecting him to be joking. “Are you serious? You shouldn’t be asking a stranger to come to your place. And I’m a northsider.”

He rolled his eyes, “I can’t let you go home when I know you have a shitty mother even when you’re a northsider.”

A smile slowly appeared on your lips and a look of gratitude flashed on your face. “Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate it.” He smirked and nodded his head, before gesturing for you to follow him and you obliged as you didn’t see any reason to reject his offer.

Sweet Pea seems like a tough guy, but he’s a kind person. You knew that the moment he stopped you from jumping that bridge knowing you’re a northsider. A lot of people in the southside didn’t like northsiders, because they’re just a bunch of jocks who judges a person without getting to know them.

Looking at the southside serpents jacket he wore, you strangely felt safer than usual. You didn’t know whether it’s because he’s with you or the fact that you’re in the southside territory. There was something about this place that you couldn’t help but feel like home more than your own house.

The two of you reached a trailer and he twisted the doorknob, already knowing his door is unlocked. “You don’t lock your door?” You asked out of the blue.

He chuckles, “I do. My friends are here.” You just nodded quietly at his response. He opened the door and you could hear his friends laughing from inside the trailer as you both entered, the laughter stopping as soon as they realized you and Sweet Pea were in.

There were two of them — a girl with a pink hair and a boy with a flannel. Curiosity appeared on their faces upon seeing your presence, though they knew you’re not from the southside after seeing the ‘RH’ on your jacket — you weren’t a Bulldog, but you had a jacket that had the Riverdale High patch.

“Was taking a walk and saw him contemplating his life. He’s gonna stay here for tonight.” Sweet Pea informed them casually, going over to the kitchen to get for something to drink.

Their eyes widened as they looked at you, before scrumbling to get up. “You, uh... you okay?” The boy wearing a flannel asked.

You nods, “Yeah, uhm, I’m not really right now. But I think I will be.” You smiled in reassurance.

“Wait, hold on.” The pink haired girl said as she caught the sight of your red cheek. “What happened to your face?” She asked, pointing at it. You winced when her finger touched and she quickly pulled it away.

Sweet Pea came back with a beer and a first aid kit, sitting down on the couch. He noticed the redness of your cheek way back then and knew something probably happened that you didn’t tell him.

“C’mon, Sweets will treat it.” Fangs said, grabbing your wrist in the process and you hissed in pain as his hand gripped where you self-harmed earlier. He let go instantly and looked at you with wide, confused eyes.

You cleared your throat, gently holding your wrist with the other hand. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You tried brushing it away, but Sweet Pea didn’t let it slip.

He walked towards you and gently grabbed your hand as he looked at you silently asking for permission. You don’t want him to see your scars, but for some reason, you didn’t pry away his hands or shoved him away. You just looked down at the floor, unable to keep your eye contact with him. He took that as a permission to roll up your sleeve and once he did, a gasp came out form Fangs and Toni while Sweet Pea froze in shock seeing the many scars littered on your wrist.

“(Y/n), what the fuck?” He muttered in devastation.

He can’t imagine what you’ve gone through that you got to the point to harming yourself. The scars were new, but there were some that seemed old that made him realize you’ve been suffering for long until now. The fact that no one didn’t even try to help you or notice the state you were in broke his heart. However, he knew you were more broken than he could ever be, so he didn’t dare ask why you did it.

He just pulled you towards the couch as Fangs and Toni guided you by placing one of their hands on your back. You sat on the couch, letting Sweet Pea start with his mission to treat your swollen cheek and the many lines of scars on your wrist.

They don’t know you, nor the life you had in the northside, but they didn’t have to hear your entire life story to know it was an awful one. If it wasn’t awful, you wouldn’t have any self-harm scars or wouldn’t even try to jump from a bridge.

“You don’t really have to do this, Sweet Pea.” You said after a while of silence.

“He has to.” Toni spoke for him as he dabbed the cotton pads on the alcohol.

“Yeah, you might get infection if your wrist isn’t bondaged.” Fangs chimed in.

You shrugged, “I don’t really think so. If I showed up to school with a bondage around my wrist, my friends will think something bad happened.”

Sweet Pea gave you a look, “Might I remind you that something bad was about to happen earlier if I didn’t stop you.” He deadpanned, making you wince. “If you think you don’t deserve being helped, then just think I’m doing this for me.”

“No, seriously — why are you helping a northsider? I thought you guys hated us?” You asked, looking up at Sweet Pea then at Toni and Fangs. Though, a hiss of pain immediately escaped your lips after Sweet Pea proceeded to clean your scars with the cutton pads drenched in alcohol.

Their expression softened. “Well, you obviously need help and we aren’t that heartless to not help anyone who’s in need of.” Toni replied softly.

Your heart warmed up at her words. At least they care about you despite only knowing you few seconds ago. It was still new to you though; you were never cared for, your mother always did drugs, you had your friends but they didn’t care about you as much as you wanted them to, Jughead has forgotten about you ever since he started to hang out with Betty. So everything that’s happening right now was pretty much a new experience. Why Sweet Pea cares was a complete mystery to you. You’re close to strangers after all — you don’t know a single thing about him and he don’t know a single thing about you.

Sweet Pea glanced at you from the scars on your wrist, seeing you deep in thought. He returned his gaze to your wrist as he ask, “What you got in your mind?”

Your eyes glanced at him for a split second. “Just wondering how can you care for me this much. I mean, we’re strangers and there’s nothing much about me that is worth caring for.”

He snapped his gaze to you. It was barely above a whisper, but he heard it clearly. “Why do you even think you’re not worth caring for?” He asked, stopping his movement and meeting your eyes, searching for an answer.

You looked away from him, free hand going down to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “That’s what my mom think about me.” You muttered.

The three serpents felt their heart shatter. How a parent could be so cruel to teach their child they’re not worth caring for? They could see the way how her words affected you; you think everyone thinks of you that way just because your mother does. And they were certain that your mother taught you so many wrong things, digged so many false and cruel words in your mind that her words are the only things you can believe.

Sweet Pea gripped your hand while Toni and Fangs scooted closer to you, their faces contorted in anger at your mother for being so cruel to you.

“(Y/n), don’t ever believe what your mother says about you. Whatever she says, you’re worth caring for. Everyone is.” Sweet Pea said firmly, gripping your hands and making you look at him. “It doesn’t matter what she says. You shouldn’t believe everything she tells you just because she’s your mother. You understand me? You’re worth caring for.”

You stared into his eyes and nodded, “Maybe... Maybe if I didn’t have a mother like her, I would’ve been happy. Or if I still had my father.”

Curiosity shines in Fangs’s eyes as he tilted his head slightly to look at you. “Do you remember your father’s name? Don’t you wanna know if he’s still alive?” He pushed over.

“Fangs.” Sweet Pea warned, eyes glaring at him.

“What? He could take him back, so his shitty mom couldn’t touch him ever again.” Fangs proves his point and the raven haired boy sighed at his friend, proceeding to treat your scars.

“I still remember his name and face, but I doubt he’ll take me back in.” You shrugged, pursing your lips into a thin line. And then, a realization hit you that you’re in the southside and that the people around you are members of the southside serpents your father was in.

“Well, what’s his name?” Toni asked.

“(F/n) (L/n).”

“What?”

“My father is (F/n) (L/n).” You repeated, looking up at them now.

Sweet Pea abruptly stopped his movement and looked at you with wide eyes as so did Toni and Fangs.

“(Y/n)...” Sweet Pea calls your name after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah?”

“Your dad is our Serpent King.”

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[kay-peawrites]

Cole Sprouse x “Please can we just talk this out?”

Her.

As soon as his car pulled into the driveway of his home, I dashed out as fast as I could.

“Y/N!” I heard him call behind me.

I dug around in my bag trying to find my keys and get the front door open before he could catch up to me.

“Dammit!” I cursed myself for having such a messy purse.

Finally, my fingers closed around the cold metal of my keys and I yanked them out before jamming them into the lock.

“Y/N.” he said a lot gentler as he came up the walk behind me.

“No, Cole. Leave me alone.” I responded, not even bothering to look over my shoulder at him.

I didn’t dare look into the baby blue eyes of the man that I’d fallen for. I felt him reach out for me as soon as I managed to get the front door open. I raced in and up the stairs, desperate to get away from him. If I dared even one look, I’d be finished and he would win whatever this was without even trying.

“Y/N, you can’t keep running every time someone brings her up.” His voice carrying up the stairs to our bedroom.

I walked into our en suite and grabbed a makeup wipe, furiously wiping off the face I spent an hour and a half perfecting. Looking up, I saw red-rimmed y/e/c eyes staring back at me. The girl staring back at me refusing to cry in a sad attempt to not look weak.

“Please can we talk this out? I hate that this happens every time someone brings her up.”

Cole was now standing in the doorway behind me.

Her being his ex-girlfriend. Lili Reinhart. The perfect blonde who played his love interest on Riverdale. They’d broken up a year ago, but were known to break up and make up. Many speculated that my relationship with Cole was just a phase until he “realized she was his OTP,” is how People magazine worded it. I knew dating a celebrity would be difficult, but I never imagined this.

“I can’t do it anymore, Cole.” I finally turned and made eye contact with him.

He was so perfect. He’d recently decided to let his blonde hair grow out and now it was pulled into a cute little man bun at the back of his head. He’d also let his facial hair grow out and the mustache and goatee he was rocking was enough to make me want to rip his clothes off of him. The first few buttons of his blue button down were undone to show his tanned chest and the gold chain that I’d bought for him a couple months ago. The one he never takes off, especially when he’s away filming.

“Do what?” he responds quietly.

“This. Us. I just…I’m tired, Cole.” I responded, breaking eye contact to look at his feet.

He moved towards me and tried to pull me into him, but I pulled away. Limiting physical contact between us would make this easier for me.

“Lili and I are finished, Y/N. You know that. I know that. She knows that. I’m in love with you.” He pleaded with me.

“And I love you too. Believe me, I do. And maybe we can try again after some time. But I just can’t right now.”

I moved away from him and walked into our closet. I grabbed one of my overnight bags and begin to pack clothes into it. I couldn’t stay here tonight. If I did I knew that Cole would just talk me into staying with him. This wasn’t the first time this particular topic has come up in conversation.

“Don’t leave.” He murmured, attempting to grab my hand to stop me from leaving.

“I have to, Cole. This isn’t healthy for either of us. You work with her. You run in the same friend circles. You have to attend the same events. What did I expect? You would break up and never see or speak to each other again??” This time I couldn’t help but let the tears spill over.

He turned me towards him and wrapped his long fingers around my cheeks. His thumbs catching the tears that silently fell down my face.

“Don’t do this, Y/N. Let’s just talk this out. Even if it takes all night. I’m willing to do this because I love you and I believe in us.”

“Cole, I’m sorry, but it’s over.” I pulled away from him, grabbed my bag, and walked out of the room.

He didn’t follow me as I calmly walked down the stairs and to the garage. Opening the door, my trusty vintage Bronco was waiting for me. I lifted the garage and threw my bag into the passenger seat. As I backed out of the driveway, I paused, looking up at the home of the man I’d fallen so deeply in love with.

“Goodbye, Cole.” I whispered.

A/N: Honestly I’ve been obssessed with Riverdale lately, especially Cole Sprouse. Enjoy! Let me know if I should keep this going, definitely willing to turn this into a short story or something. 🖤 also sorry if the spacing is weird, this was uploaded from my phone.

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[stan-joonies]

Protective

Male Reader is a very protective boyfriend

Requests Open!

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Sweet Pea stormed through the halls, trying to ignore the overwhelming sting in his eyes.

He'd had enough.

He ignored the familiar voice that followed him out the pristine school and directed his body to his motorcycle, cocking a leg over and getting ready to disappear for a few hours.

However, a hand reached out to him, holding onto his arm gently.

"Hey, Pea," Y/N greeted, rubbing at his arm. "Mind telling me whats up?"

The Serpent's nostrils flared as his face burned red, knuckles whitening.

"Hey," Y/N scolded, reaching to envelop his hand in his own. "You know you can trust me, right?"

Sweet Pea let out a sigh, turning away him.

"Those stupid, fucking bulldogs." He hissed "they can't keep their bloody mouths shut,"

Y/N raised a brow.

"What were they saying?"

"I was getting changed and they came up to me. Went on about my life like it was theirs! Telling me that i must take all my anger out on you. I'm an abusive asshole and they--" Sweet Pea cleared his throat. "They called me a fag,"

Silence swallowed them up, anger radiating from both boys.

"They, fucking, what?" He growled, grasp on his hand tightening.

"Don't worry about it." He went to turn the engine on.

"Sweet Pea," Y/N hissed. "Look at me properly,"

The boy cursed under his breath, looking the opposite way.

"Pea, i swear to all that is holy, if you don't show me the other side of your face and i have to find out they got physical with you through Fangs i can't promise I'll be able to stop myself from ripping their balls off,"

Sweet Pea let out a breathy laugh. He sighed, hesitantly showing him the other side of his face.

Y/N growled animalisticly.

Sweet Pea's left eye was swollen shut with a menacingly dark purple bruise surrounding it.

"I'm gonna kill em," he pushed himself from the bike, getting ready to storm through the halls and hunt down the bulldogs one by one, but a hand reached out and pulled him back. The enraged boy landed infront of Sweet Pea, his back pressed to the serpent's front as strong arms encased him and a tuff of black hair stroke his cheek and Sweet Pea burrows his face into his shoulder.

"Don't, just leave them, they don't matter," he mumbled, relaxing his body.

Liar

"They wont get away with this," Y/N stated, sighing. "Move over, lets go to Pops. My treat,"

Sweet Pea entered school, immediately spotting Fangs, Toni and Jughead. The trio smiled at him, their eyes twinkling, making him stop in his tracks.

"Ok, whats going on?"

"You have a real keeper, Pea," Toni sighed, her pearly white teeth shining.

"Yeah, got your own guard dog," Jughead grinned, his chest vibrating with compressed laughter.

"What are you--"

Suddenly, a boy, who Sweet Pea recognised as the person who called him a fag, ran out from the boys toilets, a girl following after. However, the girl was only in her shirt and pants. Meanwhile, the boy was stark naked, presented for the whole school to see. He tried his best to cover up his junk, with only a Jersey to cover his lacking...department.

The girl who ran out with him screeched continually.

"Theres a tarantula! Tarantula! Tarantula!' She cried

"What the--"

"Sweet Pea, you're dead!" Reggie stormed up to him, a group of boys following him with worried faces. "You think you can stick your psychotic, ugly-ass boyfriend on us and not face consequences?"

When they had gotten close, he had realised their state. Some boys were wearing teared up Jerseys, messed up to the point of no repair. Others had bruises and bloody noses. However, Reggie stood out.

He wore his normal outfit, however, someone bathed him in paint. He was covered from head to toe in different paints, all the colours of the rainbow. Glitter was also falling from his head and he had a dodgy nose.

Sweet Pea almost burst out laughing, but Reggie's hand shot out towards him.

However, a hand stopped the impact.

"Reginald, I'm so happy for you," Y/N stated, smile etched onto his face. "Just wanted to say that it doesn't matter to me who you want to put your dick into, or what you want up your arse. You're still the amazing, egotistical Reggie Mantle,"

Reggie became red in the face, getting ready to punch him.

"I wouldn't do that, Reggie," Y/N pointed behind him. At least ten serpents stood there. Some had empty paint buckets in their hands and others had small specks of glitter on them. One, however, held a small glass container.

"You bitch, L/N."

Sweet Pea's boyfriend laughed, putting a hand on Sweet Pea's shoulder.

"Try Me, Mantle,"

Reggie glared at the group, turning on his heel and stalking off.

"How the fuck did you pull that off?" Sweet Pea asked, eyes sparkling.

"I had a little help," he waved at the half naked girl, whom waved back with a blush on her cheeks.

"You asked help from the Bulldog's sex doll?"

"Yeah. I have to return the favour tonight though," he hissed when he felt Sweet Pea's slap "im joking! I said she could have Raphael for a few days,"

"Raphael?"

"The Tarantula,"

"Oh,"

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[fabledmystery-blog]

Love (1/?)

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Male! Reader

Warnings: Slight Angsty (don't worry it gets cuter later on!)

Summary: As cheesy as it sounds, love can happen at first sight.

* * * * *

" Come on (Y/N)! You've been in there for hours, we're gonna be late to Pop's!" Betty, your cousin exclaimed.

" All right, but can you stop pounding the door? I heard you the first hundred times." You replied sarcastically.

After fixing your hair one last time, you stepped out of the bathroom, arms crossed.

" There you happy?"

" Yes, now wipe that smirk off your face, we're going to meet all my friends." Betty said grabbing your arm.

" Wait, wait, wait, hold on a minute. You said we were just gonna grab food and leave. That's it."

" Come on (Y/N), you've gotta break out of that shell and meet new people every once in a while. Right?" Betty pleaded.

You know you couldn't refuse, especially since she added her puppy dog eyes. You nodded annoyingly and she squealed happily.

" Yay! You're gonna love them I swear, they're some of the greatest people you'll ever meet."

* * * * *

Along the way to Pop's, Betty told you all about her friends and things you guys have in common.

Stepping into the diner, Betty looked around and quickly spotted her friends in one of the booths.

She waved at them and a girl, who you assumed was Veronica, waved back and told her to come over.

You started getting a little nervous, but Betty squeezed your hand and nodded telling you it was okay.

You took a deep breath and nodded following and sitting next to her in the booth.

Still slightly nervous you had your head down and Betty introduced you.

" Ok guys, I invited you guys to Pop's to meet my cousin (Y/N). He's a little shy but he's really fun when you get to know him."

Time seemed to stop as you heard one of the nicest voices speak up.

" Hi my name's Archie Andrews, pleasure to meet you."

You slowly looked up and saw the greatest looking guy right in front of you.

He had gorgeous red hair, that looked soft as a feather. Mesmerizing dark brown eyes that you could swim in for ages.

That didn't last for long though as you felt someone shake your arm.

" (Y/N) you okay? You're turning red." Betty said concerned.

This snapped you out of your world and nodded, blushing at how much an idiot you must've looked.

You stared at Archie again and saw that he had his hand out along with a concerned look.

" Nice to meet you too Archie." You replied shaking his hand, very awkwardly I might add.

" Well hi, my name's Veronica but you can call me Ronnie if you'd like." Another voice spoke up, the girl from earlier.

You couldn't come up with anything to say, so you just smiled.

" Let's not forget about Jughead." The guy next to Archie, announced sarcastically.

You waved him and he replied with a nod and that was it with introductions.

* * * * *

The night was going great, you were getting along with everyone just perfectly.

Especially Archie, who you would steal quick glances at every once in a while.

" So (Y/N) I've been curious about this, but what brings to a place like Riverdale? Didn't you used to live in the city?" Jughead questioned.

" I don't think (Y/N), is comfortable answering that." Betty said, knowing what you were going with.

" No Betty it's alright, might as well find out know then later on."

Everyone's attention was on you and for once you were comfortable talking about this.

" My parents and I had good lives and past mistakes came back to bite my father right in the ass. This soon lead to a whole mess of events and my dad ended up going to jail and my mom couldn't afford to take care of me so she sent me here to live with my aunt and uncle."

Everyone fell silent and Veronica wiped away a few tears, knowing she's gone through the same beside the whole mother thing.

" Geez that sounds rough, but you're strong for not letting it affect you (Y/N)." Archie said squeezing your hand.

Although it may have been nothing, you couldn't help but blush and squeeze back smiling.

Unknown to both you and Archie, the rest of the group gave each other knowing looks as to what might happen and how disgustingly adorable its gonna be.

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Author's note: Well that concludes part one of this cute mini series I'm writing. Im thinking about doing three or four parts but I don't know we'll see!

I'm an aspiring male reader writer, if you couldn't tell.

Requests are open, but I'm only writing Supernatural and Riverdale right now so make sure to send requests cause I'm bored and have no life!

Love ya!

~C.

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