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hadesrise · 13 days

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beware of the nicest guy.

summary ➳ even the nicest guy turns violent when provoked. patience isn’t forever.

pairings ➳ sweet pea x male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, violence, reggie being an asshole, foul language, homophobia, homophobic slur, mentions of being ganged up, broken bones, blood, no use of (y/n)

author’s note ➳ i’ve always done this trope, haven’t i? 😔 previously written on closedmadness, edited. that one will be deleted.

Northsiders refusing to welcome Southsiders isn’t an unfamiliar matter in the northside of Riverdale. Nearly everyone was the same; prejudice littered across the town with judgmental stares and narrow-mindedness that serves as immaturity, their lack of human decency evident with the way they’d rather spread hatred and negativity than actually get to know the Southsiders.

It’s gotten a lot boring, if the Southside Serpents were being honest.

Being constantly picked on by Reggie Mantle and the Bulldogs while the others watched, it was getting too old and unamusing for the gang. There’s nothing new to the way Reggie spits insults after insults that doesn’t even offend them in the slightest, the lack of creativity just making him seem like an unloved child. His mouth continuously moved despite the Serpents displaying a bored look on their faces, his superiority complex getting the best of him and causing him to be blind to his surroundings.

It was supposed to be the same; get picked on, everyone ignores, the Bulldogs get tired and leave, just like that. However, a new unfamiliar presence disrupted the routine that everyone seemingly fell into.

Adorned in an indie outfit of white button down, brown vest and khaki trousers that’s almost out of place in Riverdale High from its simplicity, you hurriedly walked towards the commotion and separated the Bulldogs from the Serpents by shoving Reggie back. The jock stumbled back from the force before glaring at you, who didn’t hesitate to stand tall in front of the Southsiders without much thought.

The Serpents who were in front, Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs seemed taken aback by your protective stance, how you stood as if you were shielding them from the stupid jocks. They stared at the back of your head as you stared at Reggie, deeply unimpressed.

“Won’t there be a day where I don’t hear you making a fuss?” You asked rhetorically, sighing and adjusting the files you were holding in one arm. “It’s about time you grow up and act like your age, Mantle.”

Reggie sarcastically smiled, ignoring your remarks. “If it isn’t the nicest guy in Riverdale.” He tilted his head, “You would get nothing out of defending these fuckers, Mr. President. It’s only pointless, so get out of my way.”

“Picking on them is also pointless, what are you exactly trying to prove?” You retort, raising one of your eyebrows and shoving your empty hand in the pocket of your trousers. “This childish and immature actions must be definitely coming from being spoiled like a brat by your parents, but I assure you, you look nothing like but a pathetic attention-seeking bitch for going after people that couldn’t even give a single penny to care about you.”

A snicker erupts from behind you, undoubtedly from a couple of the Serpents, as Reggie clenched his jaw and stepped forward with a harsh glare.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“I’m sure you’re not deaf.” You fiercely met his eyes, unbothered by how he looks like he could punch you any moment. “I’m also sure what I said was true, but you’ll only prove me right if you attack me right now.” Your eyes cunningly glinted under the school lights.

Reggie grits his teeth, glares at the Serpents for a few moments before turning around to walk away, his teammates following behind.

A deep sigh escapes your lips as soon as he was out of sight, pinching the bridge of your nose under your round spectacles and turning around in your place to see the Serpents still standing there, observing you. They all plastered a curiosity on their faces since you were a new sight to them, someone who had never caught their eyes before. It’s also intriguing how you seem much more… nonchalant and mature than the other students, your atmosphere holding calmness that’s rare to find in people they’ve encountered.

“I apologize on their behalf. I know you could’ve handled it by yourselves, but settling things down is my job around here.” You formed an apologetic smile, which surprised them, along with the friendliness in your tone. No one had ever talked or looked at them like that. It was strange to interact with someone who had no malice or negativity in the atmosphere.

“Don’t be sorry!” Toni grinned, holding her hand out. “I’m Toni. These are Fangs and Sweet Pea.”

You shook her hand and introduced yourself before looking at the two guys on both of her sides, Sweet Pea’s eyes lingering on you causing you to flash him a shy smile and look back at Toni, gesturing to her pink hair. “I really like your hair, it’s pretty.”

“Thanks,” She happily fluffed her hair with her hands.

“This is probably your first time seeing me here, I’m actually the school president although Cheryl likes to act more like it.” You explained with a chuckle.

Sweet Pea raised his brows, “How come you’re not around?”

“I’ve been doing charity work for my family’s business,” You shrugged. “Teaching kids basic lessons, serving foods and drinks to people in need, visiting nursing homes, taking care of people with disability, something like that. My family’s business provide help to all community that needs a helping hand.”

Your explanation left them impressed as their eyes fell on the files in your arm, some posters and documents sticking out from it. There were also sticky notes and note tabs that shows your effort to the project, which revealed your genuineness to help people. Perhaps, Reggie Mantle was really telling the truth when he said you’re the nicest guy in Riverdale. The way you smiled was genuine and warm, as if it came from the bottom of your heart, looking at them with nothing but kindness and friendliness behind your bright eyes that sparkles in excitement.

Toni found you adorable, your softness coming off as unexpected from your sophisticated attitude. Fangs found you cool, your lack of hesitation in calling out other’s bullshit even when people were just muttering among themselves making him laugh and want to befriend you more.

Sweet Pea, on the other hand, found you endearing. You were like a bright soul that got lost in a jungle full of animals, the only sane and more human person in this town. Your soothing laugh tugs at the strings on his heart as warmth spreads across his chest, an unfamiliar feeling building up in his stomach. He admires the way you push your glasses up with one finger when it slides down, the way you furrow your brows when concentrating, the way your fingers flip the page of the files you’ve made by yourself.

You had enthusiastically joined them in class when you found out they shared the same one as you, choosing to sit near them so you’ll be able to have hushed conversations while the teacher discussed some nonsense.

Everyday, you would spend time with them despite the amount of students wanting to converse with you, becoming some sort of an unofficial member of their little circle as you share them some accomplishments you’ve achieved. Getting taught by you in their studies proved to be so much effective than listening to boring professors when Sweet Pea discovered he actually excelled at mathematics while Toni at history and Fangs at science, with Jughead not being surprised at the outcome. He did expect it since you were one of the most excellent students.

The four of them occupied the seats on the corner of the classroom, Jughead and Toni on the last row with Sweet Pea and Fangs on the front, unbothered by the subtle looks being thrown their way as you sat in front of them concentrated on a paper. You were seemingly working on another project for your family business.

Sweet Pea couldn’t help but stare at you, admiring how your structured features shift each time you come up with ideas. He wanted to ask you on something about the paperwork he was doing, but admiring you first seemed ideal in his head.

Feeling someone drill a hole on the side of your face, you turned to meet Sweet Pea’s eyes and your features softened, a warm smile spreading across your lips. He made sure to engrave it in his eyes.

“What’s up, Pea? You’re staring.” You chuckled, sounding like a soothing melody in Sweet Pea’s ears as his face also softens.

“I kinda need help with this,” He says, voice uncharacteristically quiet and warm, scooting closer to show you his notebook. “You okay with me bothering you for a bit?”

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind.” You shrugged and settled your pen on top of the desk, fully facing him to start explaining where he didn’t understand. Sweet Pea kept nodding each time you explained, his gaze never leaving your face yet still understanding everything you say, a subtle almost peaceful smile across his lips.

Both of you had failed to notice the three of your friends burning holes into the two of you.

“Are they…?” Jughead trailed off, pointing at you.

Both Toni and Fangs shook their heads, “Not yet, unfortunately.” They replied in sync before Fangs adds, “Though I think it’s a matter of time before Sweets make a move.”

“Bet,” Jughead smirks.

They weren’t wrong.

The Serpents and the Corefour with Kevin and Cheryl gathered in the cafeteria, unbothered by looks shot by Northsiders as they conversed among one another, light meals in front of each of them with the exception of Sweet Pea who was restlessly drumming on the table with his hands. He keeps looking back at the entrance, as if he expects someone to barge in any moment.

Toni and Fangs exchanged a glance with smirks before Jughead nudged Sweet Pea lightly to catch his attention. “Where’s your lunch?”

“Didn’t get any,” The tall serpent shrugged, but failing to hide his excitement despite his attempt.

“Right, ‘cause your boyfriend’s making you one.” Toni snickers, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Sweet Pea scoffed and rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist the smile spreading across his lips.

The cafeteria doors opened as you finally enter with a lunch box and box of cupcakes in both hands, your eyes scanning across the room before falling on your boyfriend. A smile easily crossing Sweet Pea’s face when you waved enthusiastically and started rushing towards their table.

He immediately pulls you to sit on his lap and you peck him on the lips as a greeting, making your friends let out awes. You giggled after pulling away, making him smile. “What’s up, baby?”

“I made a lunch for you,” You showed him the round metallic lunch box with an excited grin. “It’s really not much, but I’m confident with my cooking skills so I promise it’s not poisonous. I also baked cupcakes!” Placing the lunch box in front of Sweet Pea on the table, you set the box of cupcakes down in the middle to ensure it wasn’t just for your lover.

Sweet Pea’s eyes sparkled in joy, his atmosphere radiating happiness that the Serpents had almost never seen him with. His anger issues tend to be the most noticeable trait of him, but ever since he got with you, they feel like it calmed down a bit. He kisses you on the cheek as a sign of gratitude before opening the lunch box and coming across his favourite foods, making his smile widen if that was possible. It made you smile softly, ruffling the back of his hair.

“Aww, aren’t there any for us?” Fangs asked, his arm thrown around Kevin’s shoulders.

“I want some too,” Toni whines beside Cheryl, attempting to reach her hand into the lunch box but being swatted lightly by Sweet Pea with a glare.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

You laughed at their interaction and gestured to the thick and big box of cupcakes, “I couldn’t make lunch so I over-baked some cupcakes. Sorry pals, maybe next time.”

Everyone letting out cheers and noises of excitement, Cheryl stands up to open the big package and distribute each, the delicious sweet scent of baked goods making them sniff it. Awing at the sight of different flavoured cupcakes, Fangs couldn’t help but take a bite of his chocolate flavoured one, letting out satisfied noises before holding it out for Kevin to have a taste.

You also picked a banana flavoured cupcake for yourself after observing their reactions, pleased at the satisfaction and pleasant surprise coating their faces. Having a mother who opened her own bakery by your house had its perks; you were able to learn how to bake and cook many things through helping her, making it your new hobby. It also helped greatly in terms of charity work — you can share foods to people who aren’t financially capable and give them the opportunity to taste what they’ve never tasted before. Your father became even more proud that you’ve found more ways than one to help the people in need.

“This is so fucking good,” Sweet Pea remarks while munching on the lunch you gave him, oblivious to the loving gaze you had on him.

Everyone watches with soft smiles on their faces, how equally in love with each other you looked despite the obvious differences between your upbringing.

It came as a shock to everyone — except the Serpents — when the news spread that the nicest guy in Riverdale and the rage filled Serpent were dating. Some people placed a bet on how long it will last, some people showed their prejudice and disappointment, some people genuinely didn’t care.

Offhanded commentators were quickly shut off when the two of you displayed affection and love towards each other and ignored them entirely. No one could even tell you in person how much you let them down for associating with the worst one of Serpents because you always acted ignorant with too much happiness. If someone were to tell you that it was a terrible choice to date Sweet Pea, they were met with your passive-aggressive remarks on questionable choices they’ve made in the past that you somehow knew about. It got terrifying, to say the least.

The difference in your upbringing, status, or anything else didn’t matter at all. Neither of you judged each other for what you are.

Sweet Pea never questioned your unconditional kindness despite feeling upset when you let assholes slide, instead choosing to get angry at them for your sake. You never questioned his status as a gang member despite the several unpleasant rumours about Southside Serpents, instead choosing to learn what he does in their daily life and educate yourself.

The two of you fit together perfectly like a puzzle, as if you were each other’s missing piece. Arguments happen sometimes, but it’s quickly finished before the next day.

Really funny how the most healthy and non-toxic relationship in all of Riverdale is between a young Serpent and a young Humanitarian.

Unsurprisingly, the Serpents were quick to treat you as their own even before Sweet Pea had begun dating you. Your lack of judgment made every single one of them comfortable in your presence, often greeting you wherever you go and even helping you out when you need an extra hand, unafraid to be themselves knowing you wouldn’t think low of them. Your boyfriend’s friends were the most happiest at how their gang was being treated by you; all of them had nearly forgotten what it’s like to be seen as normal.

However, one question always remained in the back of their heads.

Could you get violent if pushed hard enough?

You never were.

There’s always an angelic halo floating above your head no matter where you go and no matter how aggressive your mouth gets. Sure, you spit out impressive insults sometimes when you get truly irritated by some idiotic behaviour, but that never really changed anyone’s perspective that you couldn’t hurt a fucking fly.

You were still soft, still kind. It’s impossible to even think about you having violent outbursts, it just seems too uncharacteristic of you.

Sweet Pea was always the one to throw fists when someone insults you knowing you’d never defend yourself. He’s the hot-headed while you were the cool-headed. It’s always been like that, and everyone refused to believe otherwise. After all, how can a Humanitarian go against what they usually do — helping people?

The obnoxious sound of Bulldogs’ laughter causes your smile to vanish in an instant as they approach with Reggie in front, leading them like a pack of filthy dogs as usual. Your friends stopped as well, each displaying a look of annoyance.

“What a bunch of losers sharing lil’ cupcakes,” Reggie mocks, earning snickers from his teammates.

Veronica rolled her eyes at their childishness, “Oh my god, just leave.”

“Shut up, bitch.” Reggie spat and Veronica was quick to hold her boyfriend Archie back, shaking her head to tell him it isn’t worth it. The Bulldogs laughed when the ginger sat back down, cockiness evident on their body language.

You caught Reggie eyeing the remaining cupcakes that were left on the box and quickly pulled it away before he could even reach a hand out, not noticing the way Sweet Pea was quieter than usual despite his nemesis’ arrival. “This isn’t yours, kid. Don’t even try taking one.” You sternly scolded, moving off of Sweet Pea’s lap to sit beside him closer to Reggie.

“Don’t fucking call me kid, I ain’t one.” The jock hissed, sharply glaring at you.

“Then quit acting like one.” You retort without missing a beat.

Letting out a scoff, Reggie’s lips twist up in a sneer. “At least I’m not acting like a pathetic little fag hanging out with other fags.”

“Reginald!” Cheryl shouts with disbelief, standing up abruptly at the same time Sweet Pea slammed his fist on the table while shooting Reggie a death glare. You quickly hold his bicep to calm him down, not wanting him to get in trouble. Everyone held unpleasant looks towards the nasty slur he just uttered, disgusted by his nerve.

“Fucking asshole,” Toni spat distastefully.

The Bulldogs laughed her off to themselves like a bunch of hyenas before Reggie’s gaze fell on Sweet Pea that didn’t seem to let his fist talk this time, a knowing smirk crossing his face. “What’s up, bro? You’re too quiet, we hit you too hard last time or something?”

You scowled and looked back at your boyfriend to see him glaring threateningly at Reggie, as if he was avoiding your gaze. “What is he talking about, Pea?” You question with a stern tone, then repeated it to the jock when he doesn’t answer, “What are you talking about?”

Reggie raised his brows, “You know nothing?”

“What are you talking about, Mantle.” You emphasised through gritted teeth.

Seeming amused by your slight impatience, Reggie tilts his head and mockingly chuckles under his breath. “Your little boyfriend here seems like he doesn’t know his place, so we taught him a lesson is all. You should put a tight leash on your dog if you don’t want dudes to jump him.”

Disbelief and anger morphed on your face, about to stand up from your seat to confront him more, only to feel Sweet Pea’s arm wrap around your torso to keep you in place. “Baby, don’t.” He whispered.

“What the hell, Reggie?” Betty gives him an incredulous look.

“Unfortunate that he didn’t fight back. Would’ve long been kicked out and thrown in jail if he did.” Reggie snickered along with his teammates before walking away, flipping the box of cupcakes in the process.

You glared after them with a clenched jaw and turned to Sweet Pea, your bright eyes piercing right through him that forced him to make eye contact with you despite his urge to avoid it. “Where are you hurt?” Your tone soft yet an edge to it, a suppressed anger only noticeable by Sweet Pea.

“I’m fine,” He tries to reassure you, turning to continue with his lunch.

“No, he said they jumped you.” You shake your head sternly and grabbed his shoulder to forcefully turn his body back, freezing when he yelped in pain and flinched. Sweet Pea swallowed, cursing himself internally for proving you right on accident, and looked up at you slowly. Your face was unreadable, which brought more nervousness on him.

Everyone watched as Sweet Pea sighs defeatedly and pull down his shirt to reveal the large bruises on his collarbone, your eyes widening and getting closer to inspect if it was shattered. Luckily it didn’t seem so, but your guts told you this wasn’t the only injury he got. Glancing up at Sweet Pea, you pulled up his shirt as gently as possible. Your breath hitched; a large, purple and yellow bruises littering his ribs and stomach.

“Motherfucker,” Fangs cursed in anger as rage filled him, Toni, and Jughead— however, before anyone could react, a chair loudly slammed against the floor from the sheer force of someone abruptly standing up.

A figure was sprinting towards Reggie in a flash, forcefully turning him around by the jacket before a strong fist collided with his face and he was tackled down to the floor. Gasps erupted all over the place as everyone in the cafeteria stood up in shock upon realising it was you, fearfulness appearing on their faces when you began punching him repeatedly without remorse.

Trapping Reggie under your body, you pulled him by his jacket only to punch him square on the jaw and slam his head on the concrete floor, pained noises leaving his mouth as he attempted to protect his head and face. Two Bulldogs scrambling closer to help Reggie while one of the others rushed off to call the Principal, you grabbed the arm of the guy who tried pulling you off of their leader and twisted it before kneeing his gut, making him fall to the floor on his knees. You used it as your opportunity to pull his arm to his back and dislocate him, a scream erupting from his mouth. The other guy swings his fist in your direction, which you dodged and kicked him towards a table, quickly grabbing his head to repeatedly slam his face on the hard surface.

Speechless was an understatement to describe what they felt witnessing the horrors of your rage with some trembling, some covering their eyes, and some unable to look away.

All you saw was red.

There’s nothing in your mind but to hurt the people that hurt the love of your life, dark and bloodthirsty eyes glinting dangerously as you look at Reggie’s bloodied state again. Blood pooled beneath his head as he coughed from the pain on his abdomen and head.

No one could recognise you — the gentle and soft atmosphere you usually surrounded yourself with being replaced by cold and lethal one. Rage is supposed to be foreign for someone as nice as you, but seemed fitting in this moment, as if you’ve been building it up within yourself until it exploded. The only ever push you needed was Sweet Pea being hurt to take everything out.

You were about to walk up to Reggie again before the sound of Sweet Pea’s voice calling your name reached you through the blood boiling in your head, and you stopped. Principal Weatherbee hurriedly rushed to the commotion, a look of terror spreading across his face after seeing you standing over Reggie’s beaten up state.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Weatherbee shouts, kneeling beside Reggie, who had passed out from the pain and shock.

Sweet Pea was the only one brave and courageous enough to approach you without hesitation, calling your name first to catch your attention as he gently pulled you by your forearm. “Stop, baby. That’s enough,” He whispered.

You stared Weatherbee down with calm rage and coldness that made fear dance across his face. “You teach your students to fight square and fair if they don’t want any more worse than this,” You muttered loud enough for him to hear, voice emotionless and non-remorseful.

Shifting your glare to the remaining Bulldogs that were frozen in their spot, they flinched when you stepped forward. “Gang up on my boyfriend again and I’ll fucking kill every single one of you,” You threatened with a murderous tone which told the graveness of it, making them nod their heads vigorously and care for their leader.

Weatherbee instructed them to bring Reggie and the two injured Bulldogs to the infirmary, then looked back at you with disbelief still on his expression. “Do you know what you have done? You could get expelled.”

“You think I care?” You challenged him, tilting your head. “They should’ve been expelled for what they did to Sweet Pea, but it wouldn’t matter because he’s a Southside Serpent, right? So I did exactly what they did to make them feel what it’s like, except it was just me alone. It’s a fair fight, Mr. Weatherbee. I don’t think I should be punished for making things equal between us.” You smiled, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly before rolling your eyes and walking away with Sweet Pea’s hand in yours.

Sweet Pea pulled you down to sit with him and began inspecting your bloody, busted knuckles. You look up to see not only your friends but everyone else staring, causing you to scowl. “What?” You snarled and they all looked away in fear.

Sweet Pea shushes you with a look as you returned your gaze on him, flashing him an innocent smile. Rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, he takes out a midnight blue handkerchief from his jacket pocket to gently wipe off the blood from your knuckles. “You’re lucky you didn’t break any bones on your fist.”

You chuckled, “Babe, I literally learn martial arts. And they were the ones who got their bones broken.”

“Still, shouldn’t have done that.” He replied. “Let’s go to the infirmary, you need this disinfected.”

“If you want me to actually end up killing Reginald Mantle, then I’m down.” You smirked, earning a disapproving look from him.

Sweet Pea takes your glasses that you had removed before the fight with the Bulldogs and gently places it on the bridge of your nose, adjusting it so you’ll be able to see properly. “Babe, I really don’t think you should. I love you for it, I’ll fucking watch you beat the shit out of him over again, but it wouldn’t be good news for your family business if rumours spread you have violent tendencies.” He gave you a pointed look.

You scrunched your nose, “Only when someone messes with my Sweet Pea.”

“Being violent’s my job, baby.” He chuckles.

“Not really,” You pushed up your glasses with the tip of your middle finger before leaning on the table on your elbow. “Being constantly nice isn’t my job, sweetheart. I can’t really show humanity to someone who hurts you, and I promise this wouldn’t be the last time you’ll see me take revenge for you.”

Sweet Pea sighed.

He doesn’t want your reputation to be tainted; being the bad guy is not unfamiliar for him and he was going to keep it that way if it meant nobody thought of you negatively. You’ve worked hard to build trust among the community and proved yourself a kind and helping soul, Sweet Pea didn’t want people’s perspective of you to change. But it’s actually true how people misunderstood you; all you have is basic human decency, something which some people lack, you weren’t the divine only-do-good they perceived you to be.

You’re still human despite being more helpful and nice than average, so you obviously have imperfections — that is, not being able to contain your anger when the one you love is unfairly treated. You were intelligent, but sometimes, your fists speak for yourself when assholes tests your patience too many times. Sweet Pea knew that and always tried his best to prevent you from losing your temper, although it couldn’t be helped in this case.

“You were pretty badass there, dude.” Jughead remarks after seeing you’ve calmed down, getting over the initiate shock.

Fangs agreed, “Yeah, it was dope. We didn’t know you could fight.”

“And break bones.” Kevin added, astonished.

“Fucking lit,” Toni chimes in with a box of emergency kit in her hand that she placed on the table. You raised your brows, wondering when she got out the cafeteria to get it, but smiled nonetheless.

“But wait, you said you learn martial arts.” Archie spoke next with curiosity in his expression. “Where do you learn it? Since when?”

You chuckle at their excitement and eagerness, feeling happy for the lack of judgment. Sweet Pea starts tending to your busted knuckles as you reply to the ginger head, “My father’s a professional. He’s been training me and other kids who wants to learn self defence techniques. It’s part of the business.”

“So, you’ve always known how to beat up people but never did it before?” Fangs asked.

“Yeah,” You shrug. “It’s unnecessary to result to violence all the time. No one tested my patience as far as Mantle did, he really deserved that to shut up for once. It’s absolutely effective to people who can’t mind their own damn business.” Grinning almost childishly, the gang chuckles at your new side while Sweet Pea, unamused, presses the cotton ball a little too hard on your injury causing a hiss to erupt from your mouth.

He had a glare in his eyes. “Don’t fucking do that again, you’ll get hurt. You know those scumbags would get back at you.”

Your face softened at the concerned look in his eyes, how the hands that treats you trembled slightly. “Darling,” You softly called and intertwined your fingers with his. “You know I had to. They can’t gang up on you like that, it’s not right. I couldn’t see you hurt and just let it slide.”

Sweet Pea nibbled on his lower lip nervously, still a little upset.

“I know you’re worried about my reputation and all, but I’m your boyfriend, Sweets. You come first before that.” You ruffled his hair affectionately with your uninjured hand and smiled. “I don’t care about what other people think of me, I’m still going to defend you.”

Sweet Pea stared into your sincere eyes before sighing in defeat, looking down at your injured knuckles. “Fine. But promise me you wouldn’t take any hits, I fucking hate seeing you injured.”

You chuckled at the sternness in his voice and saluted jokingly, “Copy that, boss. That can be arranged.” He rolled his eyes with a smile.

Betty raised her brows, “Okay… Has this ever happened before?” Gesturing to you.

“Uh… kind of?” You grimaced, scratching your head, as everyone gave you a questioning look. “I didn’t really beat up anyone at that time, but I might have… punched a hole through the wall.”

They widened their eyes in surprise as Cheryl drops her jaw, “The science classroom!”

You winced and nodded.

Toni laughs with a shake of her head, somehow finding the situation funny. “Who knew the nicest boy had the beast within him?” She jokes. “I’m glad to see this more human side of you. You were always so nice it was almost unsettling.”

Smiling at her, you nodded in acknowledgement. That’s a comment you always heard from people, that you were unnatural for being too kind. You were taught since childhood how to be a decent human being but to never let anyone take advantage of you, so you were just balancing it out — no one ever saw this side of yours before because they weren’t being unreasonable. You only lose your patience when pushed hard enough.

You looked at Sweet Pea to see him already getting back on treating your wound, dabbing the cotton ball gently on the cuts, making you admire his every features. It was adorable how he cared for your reputation. Made you want to make out with him right then and there, but it wasn’t appropriate for a dining place.

Everyone looks at Toni when your attention focused on Sweet Pea, shaking their heads slightly. Not certain if they were glad or scared to learn new things about you that’s been unknown for a long time.

“You don’t have to worry,” Your boyfriend speaks up without averting his gaze. “He’s not easy to piss off unless you push the wrong buttons all at once.”

“Sweet Pea’s the wrong button,” You immediately added with a grin that resembled a Golden Retriever, except it seems actually threatening. “Couldn’t care less about my haters.”

Of course, none of them disagreed to that.

The next day, Reggie walks in with his tail tucked between his legs after seeing you leaned back on your locker with Sweet Pea and the entire gang. Your mouth chewing on a bubblegum, that stupid glasses of yours resting on the bridge of your nose as usual with an outfit that reminds everyone of an elite nerd student.

Bruises and cuts littered around Reggie’s face with a prominent black eye, busted lip and swollen cheek. His steps slow to not add pressure on his injured leg and bruised torso. The students stared at him as if he was something else, probably gossiping among themselves about how he’s the one who caused the nicest boy in Riverdale seem like a completely different person.

He scoffs. You’re not the nicest boy at all.

You can’t hold that title anymore after the incident, but Reggie knew he didn’t have the guts to mock you about it when your presence alone made him cower and feel small.

As he carefully walked through the hallway, your eyes finally catches his figure and darkens almost in an instant, bright expression dropping to a blank look. Your friends were quick to become nervous seeing your almost deadly look, although Sweet Pea found it fun and amusing. Reggie looked at you as he stopped, afraid that if he walked past you’re just going to swing at him.

You cocked your head slightly, eyes burning deep into his soul as you stared at him from head to toe and circled around him like a predator watching its prey. Reggie felt uneasiness cloud his chest. He would’ve never done something like that if he knew the consequences to it.

Bumping on his shoulder that made him hiss in slight pain due to the injury on his shoulder, you returned to your place and sneered. “Where did the big bad dog go? He afraid of the faggot now or somethin’?” You laughed mockingly.

Reggie licked his lips nervously, not meeting your gaze.

You leaned your head down to forcefully look at him in the eye, grinning at the fear there. “All of this is merely a warning, Mantle. You go after my boyfriend like that again and I promise it’ll be much worse.”

Gulping, he nods his head vigorously and scrambles away when you finally decided to let him go.

Sweet Pea snickers under his breath after Reggie’s gone, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Really cool, baby. He was so fucking scared!” Smirking smugly at his laughter, you wrapped an arm back around his waist securely.

“After what happened, you probably can’t hold the nicest guy reputation anymore.” Archie remarked which causes you to laugh in agreement.

“Yeah. Besides, I don’t even know who gave me that nickname.”

“For a quick information, it was Chuck and he actually did it to mock you but it backfired.” Cheryl stated and everyone hums, finding it makes sense.

You feel a little bit glad for lashing out, knowing not everyone will perceive you as this perfectly nice guy who could do no wrong. Having that kind of expectations are truly heavy on your shoulders when you’re not even half of what they expect. Your kindness isn’t infinity nor unconditional; it wears off like any human beings, you didn’t know why people thought otherwise when it came to you. It’s impossible to keep being nice when some assholes just ganged up on your boyfriend who’s never done anything wrong.

Sweet Pea’s always been precious to you. He’s the love of your life that brightens up your day, a ray of sunshine even though he’s got anger issues and you would do anything to prevent that brightness from wearing off. Now they know not to mess with him if they don’t want to get their asses beaten.

“Hey, Sweets?”

He hummed, turning to you. “Yeah?”

You peck his lips and smile, “I love you.”

Sweet Pea smiled back, pecking your cheek. “Love you too, baby.”

Beware of the nicest guy; no one’s ever allowed to hurt your boyfriend without the consequences of getting your fist on their face.

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itsnotyouithink · 2 years

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I’M ALL IN.

cheryl blossom x fem!reader x son!oc

summary; reader is a hardworking teen mother who balances between school and motherhood. after the contradicting thoughts of her girlfriend meeting her son swarm her mind, it makes life a bit tougher. but, with the help of her supportive girlfriend, cheryl blossom, life gets a little bit easier.

part two

type; fluff

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Motherhood. It’s a point in life where most women have children when they’re out of high school and college, and have a husband who has a comfy job. Y/N didn’t fit into any of those boxes besides the one that checked high school.

During her Freshman Year of high school, attending Riverdale High School, she went to a party by Sweetwater River and ended up drunk, sitting by the shore of the small waves. David Santos, the football star and certified Senior party boy. He had the looks, the charms, the grit. He had the Leonardo DiCaprio haircut that made him look like he was from Grease.

He took her by the woods and had his way with her—they were too drunk and stupid to use protection.

And she really should’ve listened to her mother when she told her to start taking birth control for her cramps.

A month later, she was two weeks late on her period—and she was never late. Her best friend, Reggie Mantle, drove to the corner store by Pops Diner. He was there for her when she broke down in sobs when the pregnancy test came back positive, he was there for a lot of it.

Then, 9 months later, a beautiful baby boy was brought into the world. His innocent eyes looked up towards his mother who looked down at him like he was her Heaven and Earth—because he was. Cristiano Santos was Y/N’s pride and joy. She may have had to walk through the walls of hell while rumors of her being pregnant were thrown at her, but she would’ve done it again, and again, and again for her baby boy.

It was one day during school, that her science teacher had her partnered with Cheryl Blossom—the raining queen and bitch of Riverdale High.

Your friendship with Cheryl wasn’t classified as a friendship. It was more of acquaintances. She didn’t exactly bully you, nor was nice to you. When the rumor first broke that you were pregnant, she did give you a few dirty looks. “How could she get pregnant? It’s only Freshman Year. What a whore.”

She invited you over to her house where you saw the glooming, cheerless nature of Thistlehouse. As you went to knock on the door, the door flung open to Toni Topaz—Cheryl’s best friend.

Toni Topaz was a gorgeous girl, everyone knew that. Her bad girl physique but totally huggable exterior made her one of your friends when the switch with the Southside coming to Riverdale High. After quick small talk, she let you in where you got the best representation of Cheryl Blossoms mind through the decor of the house.

From then on, it was always Cheryl’s house—not yours, hers. Cheryl would admit that after both of you started dating, she was worried about the reason why you never asked her to come inside when she dropped you home from your date.

“Here, I’ll walk you inside?” Cheryl smiled towards her girlfriend who gave a wonky smile back. You nervously laughed, “I would love you to, but, my Dad is probably home and he thinks I’m sleeping right now.”

“It’s 8pm”

You glanced at the clock on your phone. It’s 8pm. “Uh, he likes to, y’know, make me go to sleep early. Something about resting my bones and mind.”

Cheryl squinted her eyes and shifted in her convertibles seat. She hummed, “Mhm, right…”

You nodded with a close lipped smile, “Well, I had a great night. Thank you for treating me at Pops, It’s my treat next time. See you tomorrow at school!” She quickly mumbled before unclipping her seatbelt and leaving the car.

Cheryl watched as her girlfriend waved from her door and quickly unlocking it, slipping in and closing the door in one swift motion.

Cheryl tapped her heel lightly on the concrete of the Y/L/N household. It was only you and your dad after your mother had left right before Freshman Year—your reason of going to that stupid party.

She lifted her hand and cleared her throat, knocking on the door three times. A faint response was heard behind the door with the following of a crying child. The door opened with a swoosh and Cheryl immediately smiled. Y/N was in an oversized shirt with Harry Potter’s face on it and basketball shorts. Her hair was flawlessly at her sides and her face was shocked at the least. “Cher, what are you doing here.”

The redhead smiled, “I brought you scones freshly baked from Thistlehouse’s very own oven. Baked with love and kindness.” She lifted up the basket, “You didn’t answer the phone or my text messages, so, I thought I would just come here myself.”

“That’s really nice, but it’s a really bad time—” Y/N sentence was cut short by the sound of a toddler crying in the living room. She sighed and glanced over to the room. “No, Cris, you can’t do that!” She told her 2 year old son who was playing with blocks. The toddler aggressively threw one towards the wall in a fit of anger.

The young mother sighed and quickly walked over to her angry son. The front door was left open, Cheryl taking the small opportunity to step inside the dimmed house. She watched as her girlfriend kneeled beside a tan boy with dimples and dark brown hair. She swiftly picked him up into her arms, as the boy buried his face into the crook of her neck. “What’s wrong, baby?” She asked in a sweet voice.

Cheryl watched in awe.

The boy sniffled, “It broke.” He rubbed his teary eyes with the back of his hand and pointed to the broken action figure of Spider-Man—his favorite. “Mama, it broke!” He weeped.

It had finally connected and clicked into place within the labyrinth of Cheryl’s mind. The boy in her girlfriends arms was her child—her son. She now knew why you were so afraid to show her house to Cheryl. And it was because of the judgment she may feel from a fiery, judgmental Cheryl Blossom that Riverdale High knew. But hadn’t you realized that she was different around her. She was nice, caring, thoughtful, kind, romantic—the complete opposite of what she was in those halls to all the lowlifes. To everyone except you.

“Cheryl.” You slightly lifted your voice to grab her attention. Cheryl hadn’t realized she was staring at the broken Spider-Man toy on the carpet floor. The redhead slowly nodded, signaling you had her attention. The boy that was as on the carpeted floor once crying, had his hands around your neck with his face shoved into the crook of your neck. Small sniffles were heard. “Uh, this is Cristiano. My s—”

“Son.” She quickly cut you off, “He’s your son.”

You cleared your throat and slowly nodded. You turned your head towards the boy in your arms, “Saluda a nuestra invitada, Cris.” (Say hello to our guest, Cris.)

Cheryl took a mental note to take Spanish lessons. Even if it were a few phrases.

The brown haired boy sent a small wave to the redhead. The striking features of the boy resembled his mother in an instant. “I’m sorry, Cher. I should’ve introduced you to him sooner.” You stammered. “I, uh, just didn’t want you to runaway, I guess.”

You carefully placed Cris down beside you. He quickly ran off back to his broken toy. The small pout in his lips made you sigh. You knew he would be okay in a few minutes after he turns his attention to his other toys. It happened often.

The redheads eyes softened, a hand being brought to your cheek with a light smile. “Nothing will make me runaway, Y/N/N. You’ve seen my family! I’m honestly surprised you haven’t ran away from me.”

“You know I would never, Cher.” You reassured her. She smiled and pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled away quickly after and leaned her forehead against yours, her arms wrapped around your waist while yours was loosely around her neck. You softly played with the hairs on the nape of her neck.

You smiled before placing a quick kiss on her red coated lips. “Alright, time for bed.” You told your son, Cheryls arms around your waist. You watched Cris pout with his arms crossed and walk over towards the both of you.

“Ma!” He whined. He pulled at the bottom of your shirt. You felt the vibrations of your girlfriend giggling from behind you.

“How about you go show Cheryl your Marvel bedsheets.” You suggested. He nodded and took her hand, quickly dragging her with him as he ran down the short hallway.

You giggled as you saw Cheryl glance one more time with a large and happy smile. You were happy that they finally got to meet. However, you still felt the guilt of keeping Cris away from her eyes like a dirty secret. If it weren’t for your overthinking, and self-doubt, you would’ve introduced them way sooner.

So, as you turn the corner and lean on the doorway to Cris’ room, you can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as you watch your girlfriend intently listen to your son mumble about his Spider-Man sheets in a language he only understood.

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“I want to apologize.” You glanced up at Cheryl who was silently running her fingers through the ends of your hair. The two of you were settled on the couch after you put Cris to bed for the night. Your father still wasn’t home from work, leaving the house to yourselves. You leaned your head back on her chest as she squeezed your hand. “No need to apologize, Ma cherie. I’m not mad or…upset. However, a mention would’ve been appreciated.”

You sighed, “I feel so guilty. I should’ve told you sooner, and if it wasn’t for my overthinking and my thoughts of you possibly wanting to run—”

The redhead interrupted you quickly, “I’m not going to run, babe. Have you met my mother?” Both of you giggled and you smiled, your gaze locking with the brown eyes you adored so so so much.

“You sure you don’t wanna run?” You asked one last time.

“Babe—”

“I know, I know. But, there’s a lot that comes here. There’s school pickups and drop offs, a 3rd person on dates sometimes, a child barging in at 3AM when he has a nightmare, issues with his father—”

“Who is a total idiot.”

“Yes, who’s a total idiot. But my point is, it’s a big job, Cher.” You rested your chin against the back of your hand that was resting on top of the redheads chest. Cheryl smiled, one hand gently on your cheek.

“A job that I’ll happily take. You’re my everything and if that means taking care of a child when I’m still in high school then so be it. I love you, Y/N/N and loving you means that Cris comes too, than I’m obviously all in.”

“You love me?” You whispered. Cheryl had a smile spread across her gorgeous face. A small laugh escaping, “Of course I love you, Y/N/N. How could I not.”

“Well, I love you too. And, for the record, I’m all in too.”

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Waldo Weatherbee walked calmly into the class. The buzz of chatter quieted as he scanned the room, the class waiting to see who was going to be snatched up by the latest of Riverdale’s dramas. After a few moments he pointed at Reggie. “Mr Mantle. With me. Now.” Reggie sighed as he stood up. He headed out of the class room with curious eyes fixed on him.

“What did he do?” Archie whispered as a new buzz of chatter took over the class.

“I heard he broke something in the library. Weatherbee is making him show the new student around that’d transferring today.” Kevin whispered back.

“New student? Only one? Maybe it’s Jug?” Betty said. Veronica reached over to give her arm a sympathetic squeeze.

“He would have said.” Archie pointed out.

“No need to worry my dear chums. I imagine I’ll have all the deets by second period and can fill you in.” Cheryl said from behind the small group. She smiled sarcastically as they all looked at her.

Out in the hallway Reggie was being filled in on his new duties. He was to babysit the new transfer student. He tried to object but Weatherbee pointed out that after the stunt he’d pulled recently, that resulted in the school hall being trashed, he would either show the new student around or be kicked off the football team. Reluctantly Reggie agreed and was led to Weatherbee’s office. He stayed by the door while Weatherbee stepped into the room.

“(Y/N). This is Reggie Mantle. He’ll be showing you around today. You have the same classes.” Weatherbee explained to you. When you looked over your shoulder to give Reggie a friendly but nervous smile you hesitated. Reggie was scowling at the floor. “You have everything you need? Time table, we’ve gone over everything… is there anything else you would like to talk about?”

“No Sir. Thank you. I’m all set.” You said politely. Reggie scoffed a little and rolled his eyes as you shook Weatherbee’s hand and turned to leave his office. You followed Reggie out into the hall. He didn’t wait or acknowledge you as you shuffled your backpack and plodded along after him.

“I’m (Y/N).” You said as you hurried to catch up with Reggie. He ignored you and continued to walk through the halls. Every now and then he would point to a room and say what it was. You tried to jot down a rough map with a notebook and pen once you realised that Reggie probably wouldn't help you again, once he felt he’d completed the task that had been forced on him. The tour was short and you felt that you managed to get to grips with the layout, though you would definitely end up getting mixed up with some of the corridors.

At one point he opened the door to a classroom. Several curious faces stared at you. Then he was off again, showing you the gym, auditorium and then finishing with the cafeteria as the bell for lunch rang. As soon as Reggie spotted someone across the room he left you. Clearly your efforts to make friends had failed. Sitting at a table by yourself you sighed and opened your backpack. When you closed it you found a red headed girl smiling at you from the other side of the table. You jumped a little, having not heard her sit down.

“You must be (Y/N). I’m Cheryl, the only name you’ll need to remember around these parts.” She said confidently.

“Oh. Yeah. I’m (Y/N).” You said awkwardly.

“Have you been living in our fair Riverdale long? Did you move from the city?” She pressed.

“Not… not long. My mom isn’t from here. I grew up in her hometown. But my Grandpa used to live across town but he bought a house not far from the school he rented it out until he was too old to take care of it. He passed away a while ago. My dad decided to move the two of us to town.” You explained. Cheryl’s smile tensed and she leant forwards.

“Across town? As in the southside?” She said the southside as if it was a dirty word. You frowned.

“Yeah. I guess… I didn’t realise it was such a big deal. We’re planning on fixing up the old house and renting it out. We’re moving into the house on Elm street.” You said hesitantly, unsure why Cheryl had tensed up.

“Oh. That’s where you live B!” Another girl said as she and a blond girl approached the table. “I’m Veronica. This is Betty and that hunk over there is Archie. You live on the same street as Archie and Betty.”

“Oh. I think your mom came over to greet us. She gave us potluck. I’m pretty sure that she implied that she thought my Dad murdered my Mom.” You laughed a little and Betty gave you a sheepish look.

“I’m so sorry! She gets these ideas and totally runs with them.” Betty said and laughed as she and Veronica sat down. “Did Reggie cover the school? With his tour.”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything down.” You said as you reached into your bag for your lunch box.

“Will you be trying out to be a vixen?” Cheryl asked suddenly.

“Excuse me?” You answered.

“A cheerleader. We’re all on the team.” Veronica explained.

“Oh. I’m not really into sports so I probably won't be.” You said, trying to be dismissive without being rude.

“Oh.” Was all Cheryl said.

Within a week everyone knew everything about you. At least that was how it felt. You fell in with Midge Klump and Ethel Muggs. The two of you had a study group that was so successful you managed to recruit a few people into joining. Cheryl, Betty and Veronica did little more than greet you if they passed by in the corridor. Occasionally you’d walk home with Betty and sometimes Archie as well but you did little more than wave to her across the road. In fact you spent more time with Archie’s father. Fred had been meeting with your dad to discuss the work that could be done on the two properties. They seemed to be familiar with each other. After pressing you found that he had gone to primary school with Fred and a few of his friends before your grandmother moved out of town with your dad.

Nothing much happened to you and your friend for a few months. There were whispers of drama that sounded so outlandish that you didn’t pay much attention.

On one morning Weatherbee interrupted the gathering in the study room. “(Y/N), could I have a word outside?” He didn’t sound irritated or upset but you nodded, gathering your things and leaving the room. Reggie watched carefully as you left the room. He often found himself looking out for you. Archie said he must have a crush on you but he always denied it.

“What can I help you with Sir?” You asked. Weatherbee’s face turned stern for a moment.

“I was wondering if I could assign you as a tour guide. You’ve not been here long and I thought you might be able to help the new students transition. I can give you a letter towards your college application.” He waited for you to take in what he said and smile slightly when you agreed.

“Of course Sir. Who will I be showing around?”

“We have several students from the southside school joining us in a matter of minutes. There are a few I thought you could help. Toni Topaz. Sweet Pea, Fangs Fogarty and Jughead Jones. Now Jughead used to go here so I imagine that he will fit back in.” Weatherbee excused himself as someone walked down the hall towards him. You went to wait at the front doors. Ethel waved at you as you hurried over.

“Have you heard the news?” She asked.

“Yeah. The other school has some students transferring.” You muttered as the two of you waited.

“No! The school was shut down. There was a drug ring under it. That guy Midge was hanging out with told her.” Ethel said excitedly. Both of you looked up to the speakers at the top of the wall as Weatherbee announced that the Southside school students would be joining the school. There was an explosion of activity. People shouted and argued about the news. Students suddenly flowed everywhere as you and Ethel waited. There was a lull as Veronica and Archie set up a table down the hall from the door.

“(Y/N)? Are you waiting for someone?” Veronica asked curiously. You showed her the slip of paper with the names of the new students on. She nodded and muttered something to Archie. “We’re setting up a welcome desk. If you want to help we can find the students you’re showing around in a moment.”

“Sure.” You said as you followed Archie to the copier room.

“You know Jug and I grew up together. We’re friends. He used to go here.” Archie said cheerfully.

“Oh so I won’t need to show him around?” You asked curiously.

“No. But he’ll probably let you, just to be nice. That’s Jug.” Archie said. He handed you a stack of class schedules and the two of you headed back to help Veronica finish up. The Southside students arrived shortly after that. Most were clad in the same leather jacket and some of them seemed impossibly tall. Veronica called them over to the welcome table and you tried to smile and look friendly. A few people in the corridors seemed to be staring or glaring their way.

Veronica welcomed the group and started to list what she had at the desk. Some looked uninterested at the things on the table while the one at front smiled slightly as if relieved at the welcome. Veronica was cut off by a sharp voice behind you. Turning you saw Cheryl, a group of Vixens and a gathering of the football players. Reggie was among them. As they got closer he made eye contact with you but glanced away rather quickly. The tension built quickly but you missed what was said as Reggie seemed to barge you away with the southside students and backwards in the crowd that had gathered. Jocie and Kevin, who had been quietly observing, were quick to help you find your feet as you stumbled backwards and tried to steady yourself. By the time you’d pushed your way back to the front of the crowd Archie had stepped in.

“That’s enough! Those of you that have assignments please help the new students get organised, everyone else to class.” Weatherbee said. People slowly started to disperse. Looking around you saw Ethel had found her group and was handing them sheets of paper from Veronica’s table. Archie said something to, who you assumed was, Jughead. He looked your way, nodded and grabbed a few sheets of paper from the table and said goodbye to Veronica before heading over.

“I’m Jughead.” He said as he held out his hand.

“(Y/N). I’m your assigned buddy.” You said cheerfully. It was hard to remain cheerful as the largest of the crowd had followed Jughead and was staring down at you.

“This is Sweet Pea.” Jughead added when he followed your gaze.

“I’m Toni, this is Fangs.” Toni introduced. She smiled when you looked down at your list and counted them.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all. I’m showing you around this morning and then you have classes after lunch. We have the same classes so I’ll be around. Oh and my friends and I have a study class. We’re pretty full but Weatherbee said if we can get six more people to join we can move to a bigger class room. So, feel free to sign up.” You said with a cheerful smile. It was easier to be chipper with Sweet Pea glaring at Reggie. You hadn’t noticed that Reggie had been lurking down the hall. He beckoned you over. “Um. One second.”

The group stopped and watched you head over to Reggie.

“You don’t have to show them round.” Reggie said.

“Weatherbee asked…”

“Yeah, he can’t make you do that and Jones knows his way around. You don’t have to hang around with them.” Reggie insisted. You frowned at him then looked back at the others. Toni was scowling with her arms crossed. Jughead was watching you curiously while the other two did their best to look intimidating.

“Why wouldn’t I want to show them around?” You asked. Reggie sighed.

“Look. I’m just trying to keep an eye out for you. They’re from the Southside.” Reggie seemed irritated that you didn’t understand why that was a big deal and sighed, stomping off. You slowly headed back over to the group.

“People here are really weird… sorry. I mean it’s great here.” You said quickly.

“Yeah. They’re a little off. Some of them.” Jughead said with a grin.

“It’s kind of like the Stepford wives. Anyway let’s start the tour or Weatherbee will come back and send us to math class.” You said with a friendly gesture. You led the way through several corridors. The group seemed politely interested but like they would rather be anywhere else. Jughead even managed to show you a few places you hadn’t found. “Do you guys like snakes because of the grass snakes?” You asked as you started to wrap up the tour.

“Excuse me?” Sweet Pea said.

“Oh. Well my granddad used to live on the Southside and we’re fixing up his old house to rent and there’s grass snakes everywhere. I was just… I just assumed, you’re all wearing snake jackets and… well the grass snakes. I assumed you were big fans.” Your voice grew less and less confident as you spoke. Sweet Pea and Fangs laughed and nudged each other while Jughead and Toni tried to hide their smiles.

“We’re big snake fans.” Sweet Pea said.

“Oh that’s fun.” You said with a smile and headed towards the gym. Once you showed them around you headed to the cafeteria. The bell rang and you gestured to where you liked to sit. Jughead showed you a table that was tucked right out of the way that you hadn’t noticed before. They said goodbye to you and headed to Jughead’s table while you split off to catch up with Ethel and Midge.

The next few days you found that Sweet Pea, Fangs or Toni would come to you to help them find their way if they couldn’t find Jughead. Once they knew their way around they would wave if they saw you in the corridor. Even Sweet Pea would crack a smile as he saw you coming. They joined your study group, though you suspected that Toni was the only one studying. During a busy weekend working on the Southside house with your dad they showed up with a few friends to help out.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Sweet Pea called. Reggie had been talking to you about giving the Bulldogs special treatment in your study group so that none of the players with low grades would be dropped from the team.

“We’re busy.” Reggie snapped.

“Oh. Really? Didn’t look like it.” Sweet Pea said with a snide smile. The smile turned gentle as he turned to you. “You have that basketball hoop on the side of your old house?”

“Yeah?” You asked suspiciously.

“Well, some of us were wondering. If we helped out at the house again. Maybe you could ask your dad if we could use it to practice. I was thinking of joining the basketball team.” Sweet Pea sounded smugly happy when he said he’d join the team.

“We don’t need you on the team. The team has me.” Reggie said. He glared at Sweet Pea who looked at him calmly.

“I don’t think he’d have a problem with it. As long as you don’t break anything. He’d be happy for the help too. I’ll ask him tonight and let you know.” You said quickly. Sweet Pea nodded and waved a little as he went back to where Fangs and Toni were waiting for him.

“He’s terrible. At playing basketball. You should come down to the practice tonight and see.” Reggie said irritably.

“Oh really? Maybe I will.” You said snidely. Reggie panicked for a moment but shrugged it off.

True to your word you showed up and sat with Toni as you watched the practise. Sweet Pea managed to barge Reggie off his feet a few times. You flinched as he grunted and collided with the floor.

“You know that they’re competing?” Toni asked.

“Well obviously they’re on different teams.” You said. When Toni didn’t say anything else you glanced at her and found her laughing quietly to herself.

“They’re competing over you. He wouldn’t admit it but Sweet Pea likes you. Reggie is always watching you and he gets really upset when you hang around us. It’s more than the whole Southside, Northside thing. They both like you.” Toni watched as your eyes went wide and then you let out a low, drawn out.

“Ooohhh.” You nodded and glanced back at the basketball court. “That explains a lot of stuff.” You both laughed and watched until the end of the game.

“You’re going to have to pick which one you want or they’re going to get in a fight!” Toni teased you as their practice came to an end.

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justonemoregayboy · 1 year

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Night fun

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x male reader

Series: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

word count: 928

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Reggie gradually wakes up from the dream and is at first not sure what woke him up. He blinks once, slowly, and lets his eyes close again: there is no light in the room, nothing to see, nothing to stop he slipping back into the whispers of the dream that still clung.

Strange dream. Nice. Lying on his back in a field of tall grass and a bright bird singing low to him as he sank into the dark earth. Sweet singing in his ear and soft, feathery touches on his bare skin…

And there, again, bringing him back wide awake. One touch. So light that he was hardly there; a brush of fingers against his stomach muscles, making him automatically clench in response. His fingers trace his abs like a whisper and it's only when they touch the top of his cock that Reggie realizes he's hard.

"...?!"

He makes no more of the exclamation than the first edge before there's a warm, lithe body rolling close to him and there's a whispered sshhh that's a mere puff of sound, a warm exhalation against his mouth that ends in just a buzz of feeling. on his lips when y/n leans in to kiss him.

Oh. Oh, soft, slow kisses that go on and on, one languid tangle of tongues and one press of lips moving into another. Sharing breath. Y/n gently licked the middle of Reggie's upper lip, Reggie curled he tongue around him to tickle Y/n's roof of the mouth. Lazy kisses that almost drag Reggie into his dreams until Y/n suddenly bites he lower lip; a sharp bite that jars his heart and he arches to roll them both under the blanket until he is up between Y/n's legs, pressing him down with a grunt, feeling Y/n's legs wrap around his hips of the.

Y/n's hands were still testing his skin, running up and down his back, his sides, his arms, cupping his face and pulling him down firmly for more kisses that Reggie wasn't even ready for. trying to avoid. And the kisses have lightened again, become shy and fleeting, with Y/n issuing little moans into Reggie's mouth for him to capture, swallow, and dip in for more.

And then Y/n's hands are on his arms again and they grab him and his nails dig in and he squeezes his thighs and grinds them; hard and dirty as alley fuck, making Reggie pull back to gasp down his throat and lean back to thrust down hard so his cock slides together just on the razor's edge. One, two thrusts like that and then Reggie props himself up on one elbow and reaches down with his other hand, engaging Y/n's hips so Reggie's dick slides between Y/n's legs and, on the next thrust, reaches the edge of his hole. .

There's a small ragged breath from Y/n that stops Reggie in his tracks. Too much there? Too fast? And so he stayed still until Y/n breathed in a moan and rotated he hips against him torturously slow; He moans and moans and rubs his hands over Reggie's back, his bottom to push him down further, deeper.

So Reggie moves again, presses back where Y/n is still a little loose, a little wet from when they fucked before bed. He pushes forward; tiny, tight circles of his hips as he moves forward, moving by millimeters, teasing them both with inching as Y/n opens up to him.

He's not wet enough for a smooth glide; hot flesh creeping and giving and clutching around him as Y/n gasps and deliberately clench around his dick and it feels like forever before he's fully inside, balls heavy against Y/n's soft ass, and by then Reggie is shaking with the strain of holding back but Y/n shaking too, gasping for air in little sobs, and she gasps and screams, a high-pitched scream, as Reggie pulls back to slide back in a long stroke.

Neither of them can control his breathing anymore, and his rhythm breaks and he stutters as they move; without wanting to separate, without wanting to stop doing it. feeling tight, full, and wrapped around and within each other.

The darkness presses on them, the heat accumulates between them under the sheets; sweating and sliding their movements, sliding them together faster and harder, deeper with each stroke. Y/n has his head thrown back, gasping for air, and Reggie buries his face into Y/n's neck, moans into his skin as he pushes.

Too good to last long, and then Y/n stiffens, blind-eyed and wide, not seeing in the dark, and lets out a small sound of surprise as it pulses wet against Reggie's stomach and Reggie pushes a one more time and hisses and bites Y/n's shoulder and flinches when he cums.

They stand still together for a long moment before moving, small tremors still shaking them both as their hearts slow to normal and their breathing eases. Then Reggie comes out with one last moan and rolls onto his back, maneuvering and manhandling a slow Y/n until he's pressed against his side, head on Reggie's chest and one leg on Reggie's hips. the.

Y/n's breathing is getting deeper and Reggie lets his hand slide to his boyfriend's ass, running a finger through his hole lightly; feeling the slip of his own release and hearing Y/n give a plaintive grunt before moving his hand again to rest on Y/n's hip.

He inhales deeply, releasing it with a sigh and letting Y/n's slow, sleepy breathing lull him back to his dreams.

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Five Moments That Explain Your Friendship With Cheryl Blossom

Summary: You are Cheryl Blossom's best friends. Five moments that show exactly what you mean to one another. Platonic!Cherylxreader, slight Sweet Pea x reader and brief Choni mentions.

Warning: Mentions of homophobic parents, internalized homophobia, emeto-warning, vomit and nausea warning

Five Moments that Explained Your Friendship with Cheryl Blossom

One. You never even considered whether you wanted to be a River Vixen. Cheryl Blossom was the captain and your best friend. Attendance was mandatory. Resistance was futile. You loved your best friend though even you had to admit that she was a bit…self-involved.

“Obviously I’ll be doing a solo. I’ve got the maddest skills on the squad,” Cheryl explained to Veronica, who questioned her solo choices yet again. Veronica Lodge was a self-claimed reformed mean girl and while she was actually incredibly kind, she was almost a bit…self-involved. “You had a solo last week. Betty has one. A tiny one, of course. Y/N has the biggest solo. Would you like to challenge her to a dance-off?”

Veronica looked in your direction. You shrugged and smiled. Your mother owned Riverdale’s dance studio and you were a company dancer, which required a fifteen-hour-a-week practice minimum. Being the owner's daughter made it closer to twenty-five. Truthfully, you didn’t care much about the solo. Being a River Vixen was fun and significantly less stressful than the dance competition and your goal wasn’t to be the best. If Veronica wanted to challenge you, you wouldn’t take it to heart. You stretched, touching your hands to your toes. When you came back up, you leaped into the arm and did a toe touch, something you had never seen Ronnie do. Okay, maybe you minded a little. Veronica put her hands in the hair, conceding.

“That’s what I thought, Veronica,” Cheryl said with a smirk. Your best friend turned to you. “Now, why don’t we start off by showing the girls what a real dancer can do?”

You smiled and stepped into the center of the room.

Two. Cheryl loved you always, even when you had the occasional spat. Because she loved you, she always worried about you. Your mother wore you ragged with your practice hours, you were a River Vixen (Okay. That one was for her.), and you were in the senior math class. You were chronically stressed. When she handed you a ginger tea that morning, your first sign of impending illness or burnout, she noticed the bags under your eyes.

“Mon Amie, I believe you need to slow down. A sick day perhaps?” You laughed and Cheryl rolled her eyes. She reached for your forehead but you swatted her hand away. You were momentarily distracted as Sweet Pea walked down the hall. Cheryl was sure her eyes had disappeared based on how far back they rolled into her head. She took the opportunity to touch your forehead. It wasn’t warm but she knew it might be coming. You were known for your stomach aches, usually due to stress or exhaustion.

“I’m just a little nauseous. Stomach ache, you know.” Cheryl raised her eyebrows and you sighed heavily. “If it’s not better by lunch…”

“Nurses’ Office, obvi.”

Cheryl loved you enough to only say “I told you so” twice when she had to hold back your hair as you vomited during third period. She didn’t even hesitate to waltz out of the classroom when you charged out, completely ignoring whatever Mrs. Kerwin had to say about it. Riverdale was held together at its very core by Blossom Maple Syrup. There was no way Cheryl would be serving detention for helping her sick best friend. But it was for you, only you and her beloved Toni, whose hair she would ever hold back.

Three. But Cheryl was only repaying a debt from a few months prior. Reggie Mantle’s parents had gone out of town and he had thrown a party. It was wild, of course, and you planned to spend the night sipping the soda that was used for mixers and no alcohol. Cheryl did no such thing.

You gripped your best friend’s arm and pulled her into the bathroom. Her lipstick was smudged and the strap of her tank top was falling off her shoulder. She was gorgeous, but a mess. “Cheryl, you can’t just flop into Archie Andrew’s lap. He’s dating Valerie. You know that.”

“Not for looong.” Cheryl smiled brightly. She was definitely drunk and even now she was sipping from a red solo cup. Something Sober Cheryl would never do in a room so close to a toilet. “He has red hair and I have red hair. His family though kind of poor is like the one family in Riverdale that mine doesn’t hate. So I have to have him.”

“Like ninety minutes ago you were making out with Moose.” Cheryl shrugged and reached for the doorknob. You grabbed her by her shoulders before she could. “He’s dating Midge. Since like the seventh grade. We like Midge. She’s a River Vixen. She’s our friend, Cher. Why would you do that?”

“I like boys.” Cheryl’s eyes started to water. Her hands reached for the necklace at the base of her neck. It was a cherry blossom but instead of being an expensive gold or a giant diamond, it was modest. It had been a gift from Heather, whom Cheryl was close with in middle school. “I like boys.”

“Oh, Cher,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. She never said a word about Heather but you had always had your suspicions. And you knew Cheryl’s mother. Penelope was Cheryl’s greatest and most unnecessary critic. Cheryl pulled back with a jerk.

“I’m going to vomit,” she said, dropping her drink to the floor. As the drink spilled, so did Cheryl and you could do nothing but hold back her hair.

Four. Her breakup with Toni gutted her. You knew that. Cheryl pretended not to care but each night she called you crying, under the guise of having just watched a sad movie. You’d slept over three times that week just because of those calls. When you found Toni in the bathroom, she paused.

“I don’t want to fight,” Toni said, giving you the once over. The hours of dancing had given you a lot of muscles but Toni was tough too.

“I don’t want to fight,” you answered. Toni seemed to lower her guard but only a little. “I just…I know you love her.”

Toni’s eyes shown with tears and she nodded. You smiled and hugged her. When you pulled back, you said “So please work this out. She’s miserable without you.”

As Toni went to leave, you spoke again. “Oh and babe? To be clear, I think you’re great. But I am team Cheryl. All day. Every day. So if you ever actually do something horrid?”

“Hell hath no fury,” Toni finished. You smiled.

Five. There was never anyone good enough for you but when you chose Sweet Pea, Cheryl had to make a few things clear, even if you’d be furious. Luckily, your new fling was good friends with Cheryl’s love. Best friends dating best friends was a good combination. The double dates would be endless. Still, Cheryl wasn’t going to go easy on him.

“Babe, go easy,” Toni cautioned as the girls sat down across from Sweet Pea. Without a word, Fangs stood from the table and left.

“Sweet Pea, let’s chat,” Cheryl said to an unenthused and nervous Sweet Pea.

“About?”

“You are dating my best friend. My best friend. I don’t need to remind you that the “river” in Riverdale runs with maple syrup, do I?” Cheryl waited but Sweet Pea didn’t say anything. His expression, angry and defiant, made it clear she got her point across. “Now, I like you. Sort of. Toni likes you and mon amour has impeccable taste, obv. And you do seem to properly adore my bestie. But let me make one thing clear.

“My father murdered my brother - my other half over drugs and maple syrup. My mumsie is a homophobic monster who pushed my Nana down the stairs and once dated Riverdale’s best-known serial killer. I am the sole caretaker of my Nana. Through all of this? There was Y/N. I have very little family left, Serpent. You better believe that I will do everything in my power - my unforgiving power to protect it. Understood?”

Before Sweet Pea could answer, Cheryl’s agenda flipped as though someone hit a switch. “Now, darling Tee-Tee and boyfriend of bestie, shall we plan our first double date? I’m thinking something grande. Perhaps with sparkling dresses, sparkling champagne, and the most sparkling of company?”

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The sweet and the beast

Character: Sweet Pea x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: None

It was a normal day for you. The sun was out, not a single cloud in the sky. Your eyes shimmering in the light late summer light.

Far away from everyone else, not because they feared you, quite the opposite actually, but because you wanted it so.

You like the quiet and peaceful moments. Breaks during the school were always with you alone, under a tree, on the bleachers or somewhere else, where nobody would come and disturb you.

During the rest of the day, you were talkative, always in a great mood, making jokes about everything and everyone. Never excluding any person for any reason, even if you can’t like them.

Always trying to be as friendly as possible. Some of your friends even told you many times, that you are `too nice´, but you don’t see it that way. Only as nice as the person deserves it.

At this point in your life, you thought with glee, that nothing would ever change. That was until the Southside High got closed down. And they came to your school. Most of them were pretty nice people and then there were the Serpents.

They weren’t bad, the real problem was your school. Because the moment they stepped foot in the building itself, they got attacked by the bulldogs.

It was before school, ear pods in, listening to high pop music, just to get you in the mood for school. As you heard some of the Bulldogs threatening the Serpents and of course, as dumb mostly male teenager do, they did not back down.

If you were a liar, you would’ve said that it didn’t impressed you, but you weren’t. And they saw it in your eyes, which hold a strong admiration for them.

That they were confused to the moon and back, was a given by the way, they got treated. But you never said a bad word to them, or let someone talk bad about them in your presence.

The days got more interesting for their leather jackets, their mischievous nature and of course more attractive boys, you could swoon over.

Kevin was pleasingly surprised one day, when you through your quite plans out of the window and talked to him about the new guys. It did not became a regular thing, but still it was something.

You did not know what or how the next thing you knew happened, but just a couple of days later in the middle of the hallways at lunch break, a big fight between the Bulldogs and Serpents took place.

For a long while you lamented if you should step in or take your place under the tree under the warm sun that day. But your morals could not take that the Serpents which were in the minority got recked by the Bulldogs.

With ease, your took both fists that were about to collide with their faces into you own hands. You could feel all eyes on you, but most importantly the one of both leaders.

„Reggie, what the fuck do you think you are doing here? Does Coach knows, that you are fighting, while everybody can see it? Or should I report it for them?“ His eyes widened in fear, as you spoke lowly to him. Not even giving him the slightest bit of further attention. Instead you turned your head to the tall dark haired handsome guy with the leather jacket. „I believe we did not have the pleasure to meet each other. My name is (Y/N), and I’m the school president. Yes, Cheryl is my second in command, because I don’t like to deal with people in break times.“

As soon as you smiled at the guy, you thought feeling his fist relax for a moment. Before his face as his hand too, tensed up again. „Pleas excuse me know, I will deal with Mantle here on my own,“ you told him finally before letting his fist go again. Warningly you finally looked in the football captains eyes, as if you would want to say, that if he did not follow, you that you would bury his body, so far and deep, that nobody would ever find him.

So he did what you silently asked him to do. And followed you to your own little office, where you worked mostly after school, to end other student problems.

What happened behind these doors, only Reggie and you knew. But to say that you hoped, that he would not do something this stupid again, was everything anyone needed to know.

Weeks gone by after this incident. As far as you were aware off, nothing else happened, except for a couple of choice words, thrown at each other. Soon you fell into your normal routines again. Until one day, you did not see any leather jackets anymore.

As you saw the handsome guy you broke away from Reggie, you were shocked for a long while.

He must’ve felt your stare on him, because not long after you started to look at him, he turned to look at you in return. As you saw the stupid middle cut he was failing to rock. Laughing erupt out of you.

A loud belly laugh, which no one in your school had heard for years. Everyone in the near vicinity, was shocked at your display of pure happiness.

„Who the fuck stole your style?“, you asked him from a distance. But his irritation quickly turned in pure anger and even faster in hatred.

And before you knew it, you had a fist in your face. Your head collided with the wall and row of metal lockers behind you. Even could swear, that you heard something crack as you landed in the wall.

You only had enough time to get your dizziness back together, before multiple more hits got to you. At this point, you could feel the blood spilling out of your nose and multiple other places. Among them your ears. Though your ears, were the last bit that began to hurt, your screams of pain started with them.

The guy did not know what he just did to you. Nobody intervened until your screams became screeches.

Four guys were needed to get him off of you. But your ears were bleeding like hell. You could not stand up again. Others trying to help you up, just resulted in more pain for you. The moment, your hands left your ears, the pain multiplied exponential.

Your school needed to call an ambulance to bring you to the nearest hospital. Luckily, you already knew what happened and were aware of the side effects, that could happen, when your little help gets damaged.

At the end, you were in the hospital for two weeks. So the doctors could remove it safely and could in the same moment prepare you for the next one.

The day you came back. Everything seemed gloomy. Your bright exciting smile was gone. The happiness you gave from you was dead. Your eyes empty, as if nothing good ever happened to you.

Most of your friends, knew what that meant and surrounded you as soon as you came into the building. Even Reggie and the rest of the team, were in full protect mode.

But your first mission was to speak with the new incompetent principal.

Neither of you, could liked the other one, but he could not do anything against you, because you got voted by the students.

To your utter surprise, Cheryl was in his office too. Chatting with the man almost friendly.

You could see the man talk, but could not hear him. There you remembered, to activate your hearing aid. Something your did not need to do for years.

„What can I do for you?“, he asked again, as he saw that the pain from activating the device vanished from your face again.

He seemed to be sympathize with you. Shit was able to be smelled from miles away. Just as this one.

„Why did banned the Serpents leather jackets? You would’ve needed the approval of the students council for that and I never gave my permission to it.“

He never let his sympathetic smile falter, „You are not longer the student president. In fact since the day before we implemented the new rule, you got switched out with Cheryl“, he calmly explained to you. In your inner you were furious. You never did anything to her and now she was doing something like this?

Without another word from either side, you just left them in the room, alone. Hatred and anger bubbling up in you. If you not get rid of it soon. Something bad would happen. Which you swore to yourself would never happen again. But you were too far away from the gym. So the only opportunity was the restrooms, to hide you until it washed itself away. At least so you could get trough this day.

But it did not take long for your temper to break free, after you got yourself in the restroom. With strength most people did not know you had, you actually ripped one of the sinks out of the wall, smashing it to the ground.

Water splashed you completely wet, but your burning anger negated the feeling pretty quickly.

Normally your anger and frustration would slowly fade away after getting it out. Not this day though. The restroom door opened a couple of moments later and no other than the guy who beat you up came trough.

He said something to you, that you weren’t able to hear, because the rage finally broke into your mind. At first you stood in front of the water stream, that came out of the broken sink. Just one blink later, you stood in front of this guy. Easily five inches taller than you, at least. And still you did not back down. Quite the opposite actually.

You grabbed the guy by the collar of his stupid pastel shirt and through him against the next wall. Now towering over him, while he tried to make sense of what was happening.

Before he even could make a try at standing up again, you already sat in his lap, which made his confusion even stronger.

Instead of anything naughty, what he might have had in his head, your hands pressed themselves around his neck. You could feel him trying to breath, but nothing came trough the tight grip you had around it.

You felt strangely powerful, seeing a tough strong guy like him suffering under you. Nothing in your life, ever made you feel this alive.

He did not even try to break free, which ruined the moment a bit. Even after his head began to get blue he did nothing. Just looking at you ashamed and full with regret.

It made you feel so sick, that you just let go of his throat, letting him breath again.

Finally, slowly the anger and hatred running you for the last five minutes, subsided and you became horrified of what you saw. Not only, had this cute guy handprints around his neck, but you also knew, that you were the reason.

Besides this, he also had some blood coming out of wounds, you did not even realized to have inflicted on him.

„I deserved this,“ he dryly told you, after finally gotten enough air back into his lungs.

It was then that you began to tear up. Angry with yourself, disappointed, that you left this side of you out again. But especially, that you hurt someone, just like the last time.

To your utter surprise, the guy you were still sitting on, wiped away your tears. As his big long fingers caressed your cheek, you felt so overwhelmed, that you just kissed him out of nowhere.

The guy himself was dumbstruck by it, but returned the kiss not long after. It let you feel fuzzy inside.

As we finally separated us after minutes of just sitting there making out, he looked at me differently. Still ashamed but with something sweet deep down.

„I never told you my name. Sweet Pea to your service.“ He tried to bow down a bit, but wasn’t really able to move. Thanks to you.

A slightly blush covered your cheeks. Which was enough to get you to stand up. You hold out a hand for him to grab and he did. Neither of you trusted the other very much, but this was a beginning.

After he also was standing again, you did not let go of him. You pulled him behind you, all the way back to the nurses office.

Where you cared for the wounds you inflicted of him, he winced and whined at making them clean, but at the end he was all patched up. The entire time, at least one of his hands, always was on you. As if he wanted to protect you from yourself.

„I had nothing to do with the ban of your gang emblems,“ you mumbled into his direction, without looking directly at him.

Sweet Pea on the other side, was this just as unpleasant as it was for you.

„I know, Toni a friend of mine, told me Cheryl got you kicked of the students council and took your place as student president.“

A flame of anger again arose in you, after hearing that she was behind everything. To have it confirmed, was even worse.

„And your friends, especially Kevin who ripped me a new asshole by the way, told me what happened with you the day, I-you know,“ he tried to get out of the situation, he was clearly uncomfortable with, „I want to repay you for the damage. I know its expensive but still, I-“ He got interrupted cruelly by your laughter.

One that again took your entire being into a spell, just like the day he messed you up.

„Sweet-Sweet Pea, don’t-don’t say that,“ you laughed only harder after trying to speak. The guy in front of you was so confused and clearly getting mad at you for trying to be nice.

His anger even got worse, after you let yourself fall down onto him, still laughing.

It took you a while before you got over the first shock of him even trying to be nice, after all he did. And the joke he just cracked, he did not know about.

But after you finally got yourself back together and separated you two, you look at him, with a grateful smile, „I appreciate your gesture, but you really shouldn’t say it or even trying to repay me.“

Immediately you could see in his eyes that he thought you were just another northsider, thinking he was less than you. But before he could storm out like a child, you grabbed his arm, forcing him back down. „I got into a brutal accident a couple of years ago and lost my hearing. My family searched for a way to give me my hearing back fully. And they found it. A tech company, that was working together with doctors to make this dream come true. They bought into the company and also got the tech. It costed fifteen million dollars.“

His face got from tomato red, from anger, to pale as a ghost in not even a second.

This time it was on you, caressing his cheek. „It was a prototype. They are building me a new one, hopefully better and more resistance to punches,“ you jokingly added, after he did not said anything for a while.

As he heard that another one was on the way he came a bit back, but still shell shocked from the price you just told him.

„I maybe know a way for you to repay me.“ A large, almost predatory grin on your face. He only could swallow he felt obligated to do at least something for you.

„You need to help me to break into the school at night. I have a plan to get your rights back, as well as get back at Cheryl.“ Without hesitation he said yes, it was down his alley and easy. But he was happy way too early.

„Good. Afterwards we go to pops for a date.“ Before Sweet Pea could say anymore, you left him in the infirmary. A cheeky smile on your face as you do it.

You could not see it, but after Sweet Pea came down form his shock. A similar grin appeared on his face. Which only confirmed the attraction you both feel for each other. But after everything, this could get very bad or very good.

Both of you were sweet in some points, but also had a beast inside of you. The only question that stays is, who’s beast is worse?

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Nate Jacobs x male reader. They’re best friends and Nate hasn’t had sex or gotten off in a long ass time. So reader says “if you want I’ll blow you and fuck me if you want?

warnings: swearing, implied smut, kinda ooc,

It was East Highland's hottest summer on record. You and your best friend, Nate Jacobs were lounging poolside talking about every vaguely interesting thing happening around town, to say there was not much to discuss was an understatement.

"Wait! Why are you here pissing in my pool & not with your girlfriend?" You love to tease Nate about his lady problems. He makes it easy because he trusts his best friend with the shit he would never discuss with his other friends or family.

Nate sighed under his breath before responding, "Me & Maddie's thing has been over for a while now, Y/n." Nate cut his eyes at you when he heard your cute but obnoxious laugh escape your mouth, "You don't have to be a dick about it." You sat up in your chair & looked at your friend while trying to keep from laughing even more.

"Nathaniel Jacobs, I was obviously talking about Cassie. Y'know your live-in girlfriend?"

"Shit, I actually broke up with her a few weeks ago. It's been months since I got my dick wet I guess my brain is fried." Mention of Nate's dick had you reflexively peek at the bulge in his swim trunks. NO. This is your best friend stop imagining yourself blowing him. You shook yourself back to reality, almost missing what he said next, "If only you had a 'friendhole' I could fuck."

"I'm sorry, a what hole?"

"Think about it, a third hole that you let your homie fuck when he's sexually frustrated," Nate spoke as if he was explaining simple math to you," a friendhole!"

You decided to call his bluff by sitting on his lap and facing him. "If you really want to fuck me, Nate, you should just say so." His cock stiffened against you and a big veiny hand wrapped around your throat.

"Don't start something you can't finish, my boy. I won't be going easy on you." Nate slapped your perfect ass and squeezed it hard so you knew he was serious.

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Bully!Reggie Mantle x Male reader

“You think that Boy Scout could ever fuck you like this?” Reggie’s voice was harsh, breathy, but low enough so no one in the home could hear what he was doing. Y/n could only watch in a daze as his bully slowly dragged his cock back so that only his bulbous tip was left inside, before slamming himself balls deep into y/n’s wet hole. Over and over. Reggie's hand quickly covered y/n’s mouth. Capturing the bottom’s moans as they escaped.

“Keep quiet baby boy, I know it feels good”

Dominating and pleasuring y/n felt like a sixth sense to Reggie. Almost as if it was something he was supposed to be doing. “Fuck those eyes are so pretty when you’re full of daddy’s dick.” Reggie held a tight grip on y/n’s pajama top using it to pull the bottom closer & further down his shaft.

The moon peeks in from the window supplying the only light source. y/n’s tight hole stretches around his bully’s cock. He let himself be pleasured by his tormentor. His member leaking precum without even being touched. Reggie tore open the cute fleece top, buttons falling to the floor with soft taps. He brought his mouth to y/n’s neck sucking hard. Y/n knew this was going to leave bruises he could never explain. Letting the biggest jerk in school treat you like a fucktoy while your parents slept was too embarrassing. The two slammed their lips together with such passion they almost forgot that they needed to keep quiet. Reggie’s dick stiffened, beginning to hit new spots inside y/n’s warm hole. However, more embarrassing would be how much y/n loves it. “Harder. Daddy. Please!” Reggie took these words as a personal challenge. He held y/n’s legs over his head and pounded hard and deep. The bully’s big balls slapping against the slutty bottom sounded like thunder at such a late hour. Y/n covered his face with a pillow and bit down hard. Unfortunately for Y/n his bladder was full when Reggie snuck in through his window and woke him up with two thick fingers in his hole. “I’m gonna spell my name in it so you know who your ass belongs too.” Y/n was too turned on by Reggie’s boldness, it only took until the ‘g’ before he was begging his least favorite bulldog to fuck him.

Back to the present, y/n whined of embarrassment when the pressure of repeatedly hitting his prostate made him pee a little. “Oh that’s new.” Reggie laughed as he removed the pillow from your face. “I want to see that handsome face when I’m wrecking you.” Reggie put some pressure on his bottom’s bladder and began fucking him at hyper speed. Y/n couldn’t hold it back anymore, Reggie was literally pounding the piss out of him. The jock reveled in his power. The other bulldogs would never believe this. Reggie cursed himself for not recording. It wasn’t too long after when y/n was driven to orgasm. Reggie kept his athletic pace, his thick cock throbbed signaling his own orgasm was close. “Fuck. Mine. Mine. This ass belongs…to me.” Reggie flooded his sluts hole with warm thick fluid. Y/n’s eyes were barely starting to focus on any one thing in the room when he sees Reggie pull his sweats up over his still dripping cock and sneak out the window. Reggie looked over at the light in an upstairs room next door. He could see Archie was fuming probably in disbelief. He won the one thing Archie wanted most since they were kids. Reggie adjusted his still hard cock in his sweatpants, gave Archie a smirk, and jogged away.

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Jason Todd x male reader

Jason steals from crime bosses for fun but his plans are thrown off by a beautiful sleeping stranger

In and out. The plan was simple and Jason Todd had done it a thousand times. Walk in, get the jewels and cash and go. It should have been easy but the man didn’t expect someone like you to be in this disgusting city. If your underwear were cut any shorter they might technically be panties, not that Jason didn’t love the view. The hero watched as you stirred in bed. He could see how your underwear was rising on one side giving him a peek at your delicious round ass. Jason drifted into the thought of pulling those pesky briefs off of you. Teasing that hole with his tongue until you awoke then fucking you stupid. Focus. He wasn’t trying to be as stealthy as usual for some strange reason. Jason Todd scolded himself for wanting you to wake up.

Roman Sionis is a psychopathic rich boy crime boss who can have anyone in Gotham. He doesn’t deserve this angel of a man in his bed. You were sleeping on top of the bed sheets as if you had been waiting for that asshole. This revelation angered Jason. Why do men like Sionis get first dibs on any beautiful thing they want? Jason assumed you didn’t know getting on Roman’s bad side or trying to leave him would end with you getting that gorgeous face carved off. There was one more precious gem he had decided to take from Sionis.

“Wake up baby boy.” Jason whispered. He placed his helmet on the opposite side of you then brought his hand to your face. You were more beautiful the closer he got. Jason repeated himself until you let out that most adorable grumbling noise before meeting your eyes. “Shush. Don’t be scared. I’m going to get you away from here.” A look of relief was on your face before you realized this man was a stranger. You were still in danger. Jason Todd could read you like a book. His anger returned. You could not trust him because of whatever Sionis has done to you. There was no time to explain it all or to possibly argue. Jason snatched you out of the bed. He repelled out of the window, holding you tight.

In some moments, you were zooming through the streets of Gotham wearing the Red Hood’s helmet. You held onto the strange man’s jacket for dear life as Jason went through a secret tunnel in an underpass that would lead to the bat cave. Jason only wished he wasn’t fully clothed so he could really feel you. Skin to skin. When the two of you arrived Jason promised to explain everything as soon as he got you to his room without being noticed by his family. You thought that was weird but he first checked to make sure you were feeling alright. “Do you think I can borrow some clothes? Roman had burned everything I owned from before I met him.” Jason would have been angered to hear Roman’s name leave your lips but he was too distracted by your still near naked body.

“My name is Y/n, by the way,” you pulled Jason from a haze of simping hard when you spoke again. Jason quickly responded with his own name which shocked you, “I didn’t expect your real name, Red Hood, but I like Jason better.” You said with a smile. Jason returned the gesture and for one second you thought to kiss the handsome stranger that saved you. Suddenly you heard a voice that scared you.

“I’ll say I did not expect master Todd to be so forthcoming either,” Alfred spoke, “you must be very special mr. Y/n”

Jason cursed to himself, “…just let me explain everything to the big guy in the morning. Please Alfred?”

“As you wish.”

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Reggie- New Students

I walk through the lunch hall holding Reggie’s hand

“I promised Veronica and Archie I would help with the welcome table” Reggie groans “what?” I frown

“What do you mean what? those snakes came to Archie’s to attack him”

“Because he was on their turf and waved a gun in some of their faces” Reggie looks shocked “oh yeah I know about that thanks to Veronica”

“YN they’re bad news. You’ll get hurt because of one of them. They carry pocket knives”

“Reggie they are coming to our school your gonna have to get over it. Now I’ll see you later” I kiss Reggie’s cheek and walk off to find Veronica and Archie.

Once I find the couple I join them at the welcome table just in time for the Southside students to arrive

"Friends. On behalf of the students and faculty here at Riverdale High welcome to your new school. To ease this transition I've set up a registration desk where you can get your locker assignments, schedules and a list of sports and extracurriculars"

“V don’t be over the top” I whisper to her

“We encourage each and everyone of you to drink deeply from the cup that is fair riverdale"

“What did I say about being over the top. My apologies for her. Basically all she’s saying if your unsure about something don’t hesitate to ask”

"Stand down Eva Peron" I hear Cheryl shout making me groan. I turn around and see her waking down the stairs with Reggie

"Theres the school spirt I so fondly remember" I hear Jughead says to one of the girls he’s stood next to

"Cheryl no one invited fascists barbie to the party"

"Wrong Veronica. No one invited Southside scum to our school. Listen up ragamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale's Highs above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms overcrowded with underachievers so please find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways"

“Cheryl how do you know they’re as you call underachievers? they might actually be more cleaver than us. Just give them a chance”

“Babe that’s enough. Now come here”

“No, I’m not going to stand for this stupidity” I frown at Reggie

“YN it’s clear to see these snakes are just going to ruin this school. I mean just look at them” Cheryl points

"You wanna come over here and say that to my face?" a girl with pink/purple in her hair says stepping forward

"Happily queen of the buskers" Cheryl steps closer

"Ok guys. Everyone. Can we just put our Northside Southside differences apart and start over? A new slate"

"You don't speak for the bulldogs. And need I remind you these greaser snakes showed up at your place to kick your ass" Reggie comes forward and takes my wrist in his hand. I try to remove it

"You know what I think it's time to finish what we started" Sweet Pea says angry “and I don’t think your girlfriend wants your hand around her wrist like that so I suggest you let her go”

"I am so over the toxic masculinity in this hallway right now"

"Alright. Enough pomp and circumstance. Everyone let's get to class. Now" Principle Weatherbee comes over. Reggie looks irritated and Cheryl looks down at her shoes

“YN let’s go” I give the Southide students a sad smile before walking off with Reggie.

Later in the day I have a free period. I walk into the student lounge and see a small group of the Serpents and most of my friends. I sit down next to Kevin

"I don't think we've properly met. Veronica Lodge" she extends a hand to a girl

"From the park avenue Lodges" Jug says while eating. I roll my eyes at him, when is he not eating?

"Toni Topaz" the girl Toni shakes Veronicas hand

"Like the purple coloured gem stone. Love it"

"And I'm Josie McCoy formerly of the pussycats, now just Josie. And this is Kevin and YN"

"What's your name?" Kevin asks one of t he guys eating twizlers

"Fogarty or you can call me Fangs. Your last names Keller right?"

"Yeah how did you know that?"

"Joaquin and I used to hang out. He used to talk about you all the time"

“So YN why are you with that idiot Reggie?” Sweet Pea asks me

“Because he’s good to me. We’ve been dating for a few years now”

“Even when he scored you in the play book” Betty folds her arms

“And he said sorry”

“Oh because that fixes him rating your sex life”

“Archie he…” I’m then cut off by Principle Weatherbee

"You guys" we all look at him "yes you. Come with me. Now" I get up from my seat and follow everyone out of the room. I see Reggie stood with his arms crossed looking smug next to a snake symbol, the one that looks like the back of the Serpents jackets

"Which of you defaced our schools seal with this graffiti?"

"This is what they do Principal Weatherbee. They tag their turf" Reggie says

"My god Reggie could you be anymore transparent?" Reggie nods not really understanding what Veronica is saying

"Effective immediately no gang behaviour of any kind will be tolerated in my school. As of this moment no more Serpent jackets"

"What?" Sweet Pea shouts

"Are you kidding?" Jugs says

"No more Serpent jackets and all tattoos are to be covered. Possession of any gang paraphernalia will lead to immediate suspension. That's all" Principal Weatherbee walks away leaving Reggie looking smug. I walk up to him and glare at him

“Why?” I ask

“Because baby, they need to know their place”

“No, I think you need to know yours”

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statticscribbles · 1 year

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Monsterous Chpt. 4

Summary: Givewaway, Multi-Chapter, Supernatural AU, Sweet Pea/Reader/Reggie Mantle; A fight happens and realizations are had

Chapter 4/6

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”Y/N! Hey are you, are you okay?” Reggie watches you as you pick at the food you’d ordered.

“Of course…”

“You worried about the town's secrets? It can be a lot I know; I could always just spill it, we can talk about it, it’s just not… Well people don’t usually last long once they find out, they either join up, like Veronica; or uh, leave..” He shrugs a little.

“Leave?”

“Die.”

“Die??!?!?!” You scream whisper into your burger and Reggie nods.

“Yeah we’re uh, we’re monsters Y/N.”

“Oh haha, yeah I get that half the town is in a gang or there’s like drugs involved but…”

“No, monsters. I’m a werewolf, a rarity for the Northside, the Southsider’s are almost always werewolves…”

“Almost always?” You decide it can’t hurt to play into the joke Reggie is playing on you.

“Sweet Pea is a vampire, most vampires are..”

“From the northside?” You finish and he nods.

“So you like change during a full moon? Isn’t that like next week?”

“Mhm, also change with strong emotion.” Reggie nods into his burger and you eat in silence for a moment before you just laugh and shake your head at him.

You scowl and Reggie just chuckles a bit.

“Why do you think this is so funny!!! Stop lying!!!”

“I’m not, we’re all monsters here, you must be some kind of one to have been able to move in and not be prey for us.”

“I’m not!” You snarl and he chuckles, but then you shove him back, trying to get out the door.

“Y/N, you can’t leave, it’s not safe out there….”

“Safer than in here with you!” You shout and he frowns.

“Y/N don’t, don’t be like… that..” He grimaces a little and you sneer.

“Oh sorry am I hurting your feelings, you're going to give me puppy dog eyes to win me back.” It’s stupid, you don’t really know what you’re saying but you know ever since Reggie had told you the town was filled with monsters, that you were only safe because both him and Sweet Pea liked you. And how smug he’d been when he’d explained how you’d chosen him and you must like him better cause he was actually alive, unlike Sweet Pea who was too cold to be obviously human.

You almost wanted to run to Sweet Pea’s trailer, to run out of the town line; you’re not sure why you’re so angry, what about Reggie is making you want to scream and bite and shout.

As it turns out Sweet Pea’s leaning in the doorway looking smug, far less smug than Reggie is.

“Sweet Pea, can you give me a ride home?” You turn away from Reggie who’s glaring.

“Course Y/N, finally realize you don’t want to flea collar your boyfriend?”

“Oh not you too..” You scowl and he frowns.

“Me too? I’m a vampire, see.” He grins and you can see the fangs, see the red in his eyes, you turn back to Reggie.

“Why can’t you show me your wolf side then?”

“I.. I can’t…”

“Oh like the full moon?”

“No, you’re, you’re blocking me…”

“Oh.” It’s Sweet Pea who steps forward and you can see the fangs vanishing, the red in his eyes bleeding back into his natural colour.

“Blocking both of us, you stop the curse…. You could free all of us…” Sweet Pea and Reggie cheer a little and you turn when Cheryl stomps out the door.

“Some of us like our powers.” She hisses.

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• harry potter

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gayaristocrat · 3 years

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Baby, I’m Jealous (Reggie Mantle x Male Vixen Reader)

✨KINKMAS Day 4✨: Jealous Sex

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Male Vixen Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.5k+

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

Notes: Hopefully this fits the jealousy kink, sorry if it ends up being complete trash. Also, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar errors, if there are, then please let me know

Tags: N/A

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Today was finally the day that Riverdale's football game competed against Greendale and everyone was going to be there to witness it. Before the game started, it was only the Vixens and the Bulldogs on the field since they decided to get in some extra practice to make sure everything was perfectly set up. The boys were in the background grunting and sweating as their overheated musty bodies tackled and charged at each other to build stamina, meanwhile you and the Vixens were off in front of the bleachers running through your cheers. After an hour or so, everybody decided to take a quick water break before heading back to practice, but not you. Reggie hasn't been spending as much time with you as he use to since the game was announced to happen. Instead of being with you, his main focus was practicing, and lets just say you didn't enjoy that at all. So, to get him back for neglecting you, you decided to make him jealous and get the attention you craved from someone else since he can't give it to you.

Once everybody was dismissed for break, you stayed behind and decided to put your plan into action. Standing on the racetrack that surrounded the football field, you began stretching. You sat on the floor, doing straddles, lunges, and spinal twists, not forgetting to arch your back every change you got. Your royal blue and gold shorts began rising up exposing nice amount of your ass cheek, you sigh as you take notice of the cool gently breeze graze against the smoothed exposed (s/t) skin. As you begin to raise and stand up, you take notice of your shorts making their way in-between your cheeks, greatly highlighting the plumpness of your ass. Even though you did find the cloth making its way between certain areas to be a little uncomfortable, you decided to force yourself through it, because after all, being sexy can sometimes be uncomfortable. Then you began doing overhead arm stretches, one again taking notice of your uniform shirt rising up, showing off your stomach. The whole time you were stretching, you felt many eyes on you, which caused you to turn around only to see the whole football team's flushed faces intensely looking on you. Then you pretended to be clueless and scanned through the lustful eyes of the football team, only to land on a certain pair of eyes that was burning holes through your head. The certain male bit his lip in anger as he saw the smirk on your face and how the guys were looking at you, mainly Archie. Getting fed up, he chucks the football at Archie, making it almost knock the wind out of the poor dumfounded red-headed boy.

He then angrily flounced his way towards, fiercely grabbing your arm and dragging you inside the boy's locker rooms, ignoring your cries in pain. Reggie swiftly closes and locks the door all while slamming you onto the nearest locker. He flips you to face the locker door and snatches off his jersey and his football gear, knowing it will just end up getting in the way if he kept it on. He then tosses the garments it in an unknown corner in the room, feeling too pent up and angry to care where they fall. Once he gets your shirt off too, Reggie then pins your hands on the cold blue metal in front of you with one hand and you feel him press his sweaty muscular body onto your back. You groan as you feel his sweat make contact with your back, making audible sticky noises as you attempt to press yourself closer to him. His musky scent makes its way to your nostrils, causing your member to twitch into full erection, Reggie always know how much you loved his sweaty body after he got done doing things. You then jump in surprise as Reggie's hot breath caressed your ear when he spoke, making your boy pussy twitch, he only makes it worse when he grinds his bulge between your cheeks and right over your trembling hole.

"You know I don't like when you display yourself to people like that (y/n), Andrews was practically drooling over you. You think you can just prance around here in those tiny little shorts, letting the other guys stare at your ass?" Reggie admits trying his best to hold back his moans. Soon, he got tired of teasing and fished out his schlong of a dick from his pants, which was dripping with precum, and snatched your shorts down, letting it fall to the ground as it showed your bare ass to him. Since Reggie didn't have any lube with him, he instead took his fingers and pressed them against your mouth, signaling for you to open it for him. When you deny him access it only angered him more. He let go of your arms he was holding and grabbed your jaw in a painful grasp, squeezing it until you hissed in pain and automatically opened your mouth, granting him access into your sweet wet canal. "The behavior you showed out there was was whore-like-" he says as he plays with your mouth, once his fingers were wet enough, he used them to lube up his cock as he finished his sentence "-the whore jumped out...and jumped back inside of you when I got ahold of you. Why now are you being so shy all of a sudden? What happened to that cocky little attitude of yours huh?" Before you could respond to him, he shoved his cock inside of you without a warning, making your head fall back onto his shoulder and release a loud moan from the pain, but also from the pleasure of being stuffed full of cock. He ruthlessly thrusts in and out of you, his pelvis clapping against your ass, nothing could be heard except the sounds of choked moans and skin slapping against each other throughout the room. "God (y/n), if only you could see how good your ass looks around my cock. It's as if it's sucking me in, not wanting me to pull out of you. Do you think anybody can fuck you like I do? Make you cum like I do? Make you easily submit like I do, huh?" Reggie nibbled on your earlobe and thrusted himself deeper inside you, forcing pathetic moans out of your mouth as he accelerated his speed. Your sweaty bodies are tightly pressed against each other, his full and heavy balls slapping against yours, grunting while feeling your insides clench and flutter around his wet slick cock. He then grabs a handful of your ass and kneed one of your cheeks like dough, loving how squishy and plump it feels in his hand. “I d..don't see what the- fuck...what the problem is Reggie, it’s n..not like th..they were complaining or anything. They...they waned to see a sh..show, s...s..so i gave you gu..guys one...ahhh~ right there~!” You stutter out, feeling your legs begin to tremble, you loosing the strength to hold yourself up every time Reggie thrusts inside you, slamming into your prostate over and over again.

Reggie kissed his teeth in disapproval of you being defiant. You were too busy pressing your face into the lockers, and unbeknownst to you Reggie raised his hand and swiftly slaps your ass with a sudden force. The hot stinging sensation causes you to cry out in pain. "Look at you, moaning like some cheap whore? Is that what you are baby?" Reggie questions in a teasing tone as he feels his jealousy take over, wanting nothing more than to make you remember who you belong to. "I'm gonna pump you so fucking full of cum and mark you as my territory. You want me to do that? Mark you so much people will know who you belong to?"

His hands clasped back onto yours as he presses them onto the cold blue lockers in the locker room to hold you steady as you felt your legs about to give. Reggie felt too big inside of you, it was too much to handle, too much to take, but it felt so good to feel him finally close to you after being neglected for so long, you finally had him back to yourself. The realization finally hit you hard. this whole time, he made you feel like you came in second place, like the game was more important than you. Tears start to swell up in your eyes and you begin to sniffle which made Reggie slow his thrusts down, eventually coming to a halt. Immediately, Reggie knew what this was all about

"I know I haven't been around lately, I was so focused on winning the game that I ended up not spending time with you anymore, and I won't ever happen again. I promise it wont ever happen again, I'm so sorry for making you feel like you were second rate and neglecting you. Next time, if you want to spend more time with me, come talk to me about it and lets make it happen. But since you decided to make me jealous, I'm going to have to punish you for it. But lets skip the punishments this time. For now, let me make it up to you (y/n)~"

Lets just say that you two were extremely late getting back to practice, and both captains from the Vixens and the Bulldogs scolded you two on your tardiness, but also the Vixens were questioning why you were limping.

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marvelslut16 · 3 years

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Inseparable

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x reader

Synopsis: Reader and Reggie have been best friends since they were toddlers, nothing tearing them apart until Veronica their Junior year. This follows the rise and downfall of their friendship. Can they mend their friendship and be back to what they once were, will they be too hurt to fix their broken hearts, or will they finally admit their feelings for one another?

Word count: 2.6K+ (my hand slipped)

Warnings: Mr. Honey; he’s the worst villain to ever enter Riverdale, you can’t change my mind. Mentions of child abuse, nothing graphic past the mention of a black eye. Some angst. Spoilers for s4e4 technically, I still can’t believe what Mr. Honey did.

A/N: I have like 11 requests I still have to get to, yikes. I swear I’ll do them soon, but inspiration hit and I ended up writing this. there isn’t enough Reggie love on Tumblr, plus I have a tiny crush on Charles Melton, so writing this was a win win. let me know what you think, and if I should write more for Riverdale. Veggie is better than Varchie (don’t come for me), but I still think Reggie deserves better than Ronnie.

Growing up in a small town like Riverdale there weren’t too many kids to become friends with, but when you met Reggie Mantle on your first day of preschool you knew he would be your best friend for life. Archie was showing off on the playground by walking up the slide when the teacher wasn’t looking. The problem then being that Archie's foot slipped right as you were walking passed the bottom of the slide, and he slid down and ended up knocking you on the ground. You started to cry because he scraped your arm bad enough that it started to bleed. Reggie, whom you shared a table with in class, watched from the sidelines as your teacher helped you up and took you to the nurse, he got his revenge during arts and crafts later that day- ‘accidentally’ spilling red paint all over the front of Archie’s khaki pants. When Reggie made it to the table you quietly thanked him and shared your paint with him since the teacher said he couldn’t have new paint as a lesson to be more careful next time.

As the years went on, yours and Reggie’s friendship only grew until you were inseparable; you two went on family vacations together, you went to every single one of his junior bulldog football games from the ages of eight to twelve, he went to your ballet recitals when you took classes in grade school even bringing you roses. Reggie was your rock at your grandmother’s funeral, you helped him pass his geometry class Sophomore year so he could stay on the football team, and you were the only person that he opened up to about his father’s abuse- having witnessed it with your own eyes a handful of times.

Your mom was convinced you and Reggie would fall in love and get married one day, and your father was convinced your friendship would crumble and ultimately go down in a blazing fire. Going into your senior year you hate to admit that your father was right, his words bouncing around in your skull every time your brain shut off for longer than two seconds. Veronica Lodge moved to town Sophomore year, enticing every boy within a fifty mile radius with her upper East side charm. Reggie didn’t fall for Veronica right away, he fell for her junior year when he was helping her with La Bonne Nuit. And as cliche as it is, that’s when you realized you were in love with him, you had been for a while. The small nagging voice in the back of your head told you that it had been since that day in preschool.

But you would grin and bear the pain, the soul crushing pain, if it meant that Reggie would still be in your life. And you did, for a while at least; until Reggie stopped calling and texting you back, until he stopped begging you to come to his games, until he stopped sneaking into your room every friday night after a game to go over the play footage where you would help him come up with new plays and tweaks to the old ones, until he started ignoring you in the halls in favor of making out with Veronica. You never hated the girl, she had been nothing but nice to you anytime you would interact, but God, you just wished she would disappear and give you your Reggie back.

You resented Veronica, leading your interactions with the girl to be more tense and your answers clipped, and that was what led to the blazing fire your father talked about. Reggie offered you a ride home one day after school, and of course you jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him again. Instead of going to pops and talking like you thought you would, the two of you got into your biggest, and last, fight ever.

It started with Reggie asking why you hated Veronica, where you defended yourself and swore that you didn’t. But he wouldn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth, continuing to press you as you two kept driving. The closer you got to the edge of town the worse the fighting got, your voice raising along with his. You accuse him of abandoning his friends, abandoning you, to be with Veronica all the time. He gets mad that you don’t understand why he’s with her all the time, claiming that you couldn’t understand not when you’ve never had a boyfriend. Something that he’s the reason for, since he scared all of the guys even remotely interested in you away with just one piercing glare or one lowly growled threat.

The comment picking on your relationship status, or lack thereof, is the straw that broke the camel's back. You let loose just as you pass the sign thanking you for visiting Riverdale, the town with pep. Pep your ass, the small town is full of death and endless heartache wherever you look. You rip into Reggie, letting the hurt take over as you scream and scream at him-calling him a terrible friend. He finally screams back, claiming that you’re worse because you hate his girlfriend. He has to pull his precious car over, the car you helped him pick out when he turned sixteen, because he started swerving when you two got into a screaming match.

The interaction ends with you getting out of the car on the side of the road leading into Greendale, slamming the car door behind you, knowing that he’ll get mad with how aggressive you’re being with his baby, his Bella. He does a sharp U-turn driving beside you, trying to coax you into getting back in the car with him. But you can’t do that, you can’t face him right now. So as you watch the taillights of the gun metal grey Chevelle disappear around the curve in the road you finally let the tears fall down your face, they stream harder and faster the closer you get to reentering the town with pep.

Reggie had dropped your backpack off at your house when he got back into town, so it was sitting there waiting for you in your living room alongside your worried mother. You cried into her arms that night for hours, until you were all cried out, not caring that you look like a big baby. You had just lost Reggie, you had just lost your everything. You hadn’t talked to him since that day in the middle of your junior year, even after him and Veronica broke up and she went back to Archie like always. The days of your senior year seemed to fly by, October coming in what felt like mere days as opposed to months, and your last Halloween in Riverdale is today.

You and Reggie would always wear matching costumes to trick or treat, and school just for fun as you got older, this always prompted your classmates to wonder if you two were finally dating. But that wouldn’t be happening this year, for the first time ever. You had even dressed up and sat on his porch in costume when you were six, handing out candy to the other kids so you could talk to Reggie, who was in costume too, through the window because he was sick with a 102.2 degree fever. You were dressed as Kim and Ron that year, his mom had even crocheted him a little Rufus to stick in his pocket. You couldn’t wait to get out of this town, away from Reggie, away from the places where you would see ghosts of your younger selves everywhere you went.

Kevin calls you freaking out after he and Reggie got caught tp’ing Mr. Honey’s office. Kevin caved after Mr. Honey threatened to make sure he wouldn’t get into NYU if he didn’t. Kevin felt guilty for his actions, and even though you hadn’t talked to Reggie in close to a year you were worried about him. Worried what his dad might do to him when he hears he got in trouble at school again, and worried what the unhinged Mr. Honey might do to him himself.

You don’t hear anything from Reggie the next day, not that you really expect to. You more-so hope he’ll call you, but you know what they say about hope- it breeds eternal misery. The day goes by at a snail's pace as you stare at your phone throughout the entirety of said day. You finally curl in on yourself and go to sleep after midnight, however sleep doesn’t stay for long. You’re awoken around two in the morning from your phone’s incessant ringing, in your dazed stupor you don’t realize it’s Reggie’s special ringtone- the bulldog cheer from Kim Possible.

“Hello?” you ask hoarsely, making sure to stay quiet so your parents won’t hear.

“(Y/N/N), can you talk?” your startled to hear Reggie’s voice on the other line. It sounds scratchy, like he was recently in a screaming match with someone. You open your eyes for the first time, finally accepting that you won’t be able to just roll over and slip back into your dreams. You glance at the alarm clock on your bedside table and your eyes widen at the time.

“It’s like two in the morning Reg,” you sigh, hoping he’ll wait till morning.

“Can I come over?” Reggie’s pleading now.

“Later, we can go to Pop’s for lunch or something,” you yawn loudly into the phone in protest.

“I’m already here,” before you can respond the line goes dead.

You can hear quiet, almost not there, footsteps outside your window as Reggie expertly navigates his way through the flowers and bushes outside your window. He taps on the window three times in quick succession, your old signal for when he would sneak over letting you know it was him at your window. You reluctantly get out of your warm cozy bed, stumbling to the window to open it for your former best friend.

Your plans for just slipping back into bed anf hopefully nodding off while he talks go out the window as you come face to face with Reggie’s swollen face. He has a split lip and a black eye, you’re sure he has belt marks on his back too. You don't care that Reggie is climbing through the window a little too loudly, your sole focus now on fixing him up. Once he’s in the room you sneak to the kitchen and quietly grab an ice pack, stopping in the bathroom to grab rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and ibuprofen.

You hand him the pain reliever and your bottle of water, it’s not the first time you’ve shared, as soon as you shut your bedroom door behind you. He swallows the pills down with ease, and you both settle on your bed, a sad depressing routine. You don’t say anything as you clean his split lip, he winces slightly when the alcohol drenched cotton ball makes contact with his open wound.

“Mr. Honey caught Kevin and I last night,” Reggie admits quietly.

“I heard, Kevin told me,” you murmur unsure of where this conversation is headed, so you continue to dab at his lip.

“Mr Honey, he said that no one takes me seriously, no one since you. He said that he heard around school that I made my ‘persona’ bigger, became more of a prankster, after I lost you. He-he knew about my dad, (Y/N),” Reggie’s voice cracks, you can’t imagine what he must be feeling right now. “Said people at school are laughing at me, worst of all, you’re laughing at me.”

“Oh sweetie, no!” you're quick to jump in and defend. “I would never laugh at you, you know that. Never. No one else is either, he was just saying that to get a rise out of you.” Your arm moves without your permission, you push a strand of black hair out of his eyes before caressing his cheek softly.

“He tp’d my car, that I get. That was actually funny,” Reggie hisses, you aren’t sure if it’s because you’re lightly pressing the ice pack to his shiner or because of what he’s about to say next. “But he broke Bella’s windshield, shattered her passenger side window, and busted her left headlight.”

“I’ll kill him!” you jump up from your spot on your bed, no longer caring if you wake your parents. Reggie holds the ice pack to his eye with his right hand, cautiously reaching for your hands with his left. You calm down when his fingers intertwine with yours, sinking back down next to him.

“I avoided going home all day, but when I did and my dad saw the car,” Reggie takes in a shaky breath, and you rub the back of his hand with your thumb. “He did, well he did this.” He uses your joined hands to gesture towards his face.

You don’t say anything, instead just pulling him in for a hug. Reggie tenses at first before melting into your warm embrace. You pull him down onto the bed with you so you're laying side by side, he rests his head on your chest as you tuck the two of you in.

“I know we haven’t talked in a while,” you let out dissatisfied hum as you card your fingers soothingly through his hair. “But you're the only person I wanted to see, the only person I ever want to see. It’s been torture without you (Y/N).”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” you say under your breath, but he hears you clearly with his ear pressed to your chest.

“I was an idiot, I let my ego keep me from you,” he moves his head to look up at you, his brown eyes shine with sincerity.

“Don’t do this right now Reggie,: your eyes fill with tears, “Don’t do or say anything you don’t mean just to make me feel better.”

Reggie moves his right arm from around your waist to brush away a stray tear that slipped out of your eye. He moves his thumb down your cheek to your lips, tracing them with the pad of his thumb. Reggie lightly tugs down on your lower lip causing you to uncage it from your teeth, when did you even bite it in the first place?

“I love you (Y/N), I always have,” he looks away from your mouth so he can stare into your eyes. “And I think you have too.”

“I have, I love you so much Reggie,” he pulls your face down to meet him. The kiss is searing, and a little wet due to the tears leaking out of both of your eyes, but it’s perfect. You pull back when you get the slightly tangy taste of blood on your tongue. You immediately fuss over Reggie’s lip, said lip splitting again during the makeout. Reggie pulls you back down onto the bed and into his arms after you’ve dabbed at his lip with the cotton ball again.

“How can I make it up to you?” his eyes shine with unshed tears as he stares lovingly at your face, almost like he’s mesmerized by you. “Not just tonight, but leaving you for Ronnie so I could try to get over you, and for every other night you’ve taken care of me.”

“Just never leave me again,” you whimper, which is cut off when he kisses you again.

“Never,” Reggie’s never been more serious about anything in his life.

You cuddle up to Reggie’s chest, his warmth and scent quickly lulling you into a deep comforting sleep. You don’t care that he should sneak out the window and go home, or that your mom will find you two cuddled up in your twisted sheets when she comes to check on you at ten. All you care about is Reggie being safe, in your arms, and finally having him back in your life-but with one vast improvement to your relationship.

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Y/N let out a low groan into her pillow when her phone started ringing, the noise so loud it hurt her head, which already felt like she had been hit with a shovel. She reached her arm out and patted across her bedside table for a moment so she didn’t have to open her eyes, which felt like they were glued shut; and managed to knock over a bottle of water and a photo frame in the process. By the time she had picked up the phone she was frowning, huffing as she answered it and put it to her ear.

“Hmm?” She managed to briefly hum as she rolled onto her back, her body aching and sore.

“Good morning sweetcheeks,” Her best friend’s voice boomed over the phone and she groaned, immediately turning the volume down. “Woah, ouch, not happy to hear from me?”

“You’re too loud Reggie,” Y/N complained quietly as she lifted her hand to rub her eyes. “Why are you calling, shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Shouldn’t you?” Reggie countered, and she winced a little.

Y/N had meant to tell him she wouldn’t be in school the night before but she must’ve passed out before she had the chance. She hadn’t been feeling too well for the whole weekend; her fever kept getting worse and each throb of her headache felt like a direct shot to the brain. To make it worse her parents weren’t home as they were out for two weeks on a trip, so she was on her own. And she definitely didn’t have enough energy to even crawl out of bed, let alone go to school.

“Sorry Reg I meant to say, I can’t come in today.”

“Why not?” She could practically hear him pouting over the phone and couldn’t help the slight smile that passed over her lips.

“‘Cause I don’t feel too well. I’ll sleep it off today and I’ll be back tomorrow, promise.” She said quietly, before she lifted her arm to muffle a coughing fit that came along suddenly, leaving her chest and throat burning as she frowned.

“Shit, Y/N, that sounds bad. Are you okay?” Reggie asked, his voice softer than before and full of concern, something rare for the jock. “Can you ask your parents to get you some medicine or something?”

“They’re not home,” Y/N told him, wheezing slightly when she started feeling another coughing fit coming along. “Look Reg I need to go, don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah okay, see you.” Reggie responded before she lifted the phone from her ear and ended the call, sighing as she just dropped her phone onto the duvet, too tired to reach over and put it back on her nightstand.

As quickly as she had been woken up her eyes started closing again, drifting off into an uncomfortable and achey sleep that she expected to drift in and out of all day.

What was not expected was a loud knock at her door just over an hour later, followed by four impatient rings of her doorbell.

Y/N scowled as she opened her eyes, hoping whoever was there would go away, though after six more impatient rings of her doorbell and bangs against the door that she was sure could leave a dent she groaned and forced herself out of bed to open the door.

Everything was sore as she got to her feet and shuffled into her slippers, still in the same pyjama trousers and an old Bulldogs jumper that she had stolen from Reggie that she had been in for the whole weekend. Her hair was still up in the same beyond messy bun too, loose hairs spreading out like she had been electrocuted. The flush in her cheeks from her fever was prominent, sticking out against the pale sickly colour of the rest of her face.

By the time she had gotten to the door she was wheezing from another coughing fit, and had to cover her mouth with her arm again as she pulled it open to reveal who was there.

Reggie Mantle.

“M’lady.” He bowed falsely as she had opened the door and she frowned in confusion, eyeing him up.

He was still dressed like he was going to school, his backpack still slung over his shoulder, though in his arms he carried a flask, a handful of sunflowers that looked suspiciously like the ones she had in her front garden, a water bottle, and a bottle of medicine.

“Reggie, what- what are you doing here?” Y/N’s mouth opened as she stared at him, more confused than anything. He didn’t particularly like school but he never skipped Mondays - Mondays were the days for Bulldogs practice.

“I’m here to see my favourite little honey-bun of course.” Reggie teased as he reached out a somehow free hand and gently tapped the edge of her nose before he held everything with two hands again as he stepped inside without waiting for her to let him, allowing the door to shut behind him.

“You have school.” Y/N deadpanned, and he rolled his eyes as he looked at her.

“Thanks Captain Obvious, what a real find you have there.” Reggie responded and Y/N huffed as she crossed her arms.

“No seriously Reg what’re you doing here, you’re gonna miss class and-“ Y/N started before she cut herself off as she started coughing again, wincing as the pain spread through her chest with every cough she let into her sleeve.

“Okay calm down before you end up dying on me,” Reggie shook his head, emptying his arms onto the nearest surface so he could gently rub her back as she coughed. “You said your parents weren’t here and it’s really shitty to have to be sick on your own so I wanted to help.”

When Y/N had turned to look at him he was smiling genuinely which caused a similar expression to form over her lips, thankful that he would do something so kind for her. “Thanks Reg.”

“No problem,” He shook his head, before he paused and moved to grab the flowers again and held them out to her. “These are for you, sugar plum.” He teased and she rolled her eyes but took the flowers nonetheless.

“Thank you, I’ve got some sunflowers just like this outside.” Y/N smiled and almost laughed out loud at the panicked look that briefly crossed his face.

“What a coincidence,” Reggie mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, before he cleared his throat and took the flowers back from her. “Okay, you go get in bed and I’ll get these in a glass and sort everything else out.”

“Everything else? Reggie what-“

“Go, now, don’t make me count to three.” He threatened jokingly, and though she rolled her eyes she still turned to walk back upstairs, leaving Reggie to fumble around downstairs. He had been in her house enough times to know where everything was already. Reggie usually came to her house when things were getting hard with his dad, and although her parents claimed to have no clue what his situation with his dad was like, there was always a blow-up bed prepared on her bedroom floor when he happened to stay for dinner.

Y/N got back into bed and propped her pillows up so she was sat against the headboard, signing as she leaned back. It was another ten minutes before Reggie walked through her bedroom door, carrying a tray with him that he placed on her bedside table. On the tray sat the sunflowers in a glass of water, a bottle of water, a bottle of medicine, and a bowl of soup - which was what she was assuming was in the flask he brought. Even though he didn’t seem like the type, Reggie was an amazing cook, and made the best soup. She had mentioned how much she liked it once, and somehow since then whenever she was feeling sad or unwell Reggie brought her some of his soup for her to have.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile softly as she watched him carefully place the tray down before he moved to sit on the bed beside her, passing over the bowl of soup with a spoon.

“Thank you, Reggie.” Y/N said softly, her voice full of sincerity as she leaned against him slightly, smiling further into her first spoonful of soup when she felt his arm curl around her shoulders.

Y/N and Reggie had always been very close. It was normal for them to hold hands, or for him to carry her, or to pretty much do everything that a couple would do, other than kiss. Half of the time Y/N didn’t know where they stood on terms of their relationship, whether they were best friends or whether they were more, but she knew for a fact that she wouldn’t trade it for anything; she had the best person on the planet all to herself.

Y/N ate the soup quietly as she listened to Reggie telling some story about football, letting him do all of the talking as she had the soup that he had made for her. She didn’t look away from him as he spoke, and before she knew it she had finished the whole bowl of soup and half of her bottle of water by the time his story was over.

She wheezed again as she coughed which prompted Reggie to reach over and grab the bottle of medicine, causing her to frown a little.

“The liquid stuff’s really gross.” She pouted, and Reggie just rolled his eyes as he poured a spoonful out.

“Take it or I’ll spoon feed you.” Reggie threatened jokingly, and thinking he wouldn’t she just shook her head and didn’t take the spoon from him, leaving him holding it up in the air.

Reggie just shook his head and lifted his spare hand up to her, a finger underneath her chin which he used to tilt her head upwards. Her mouth fell agape upon shock of the action, her heart suddenly fluttering in her chest madly, so he used the opportunity to fit the spoon into her mouth so she could have the medicine.

Y/N pulled a face as soon as the bitter taste hit her tongue which prompted the jock to laugh as he took the spoon back, and handed her the water bottle to wash away the bad taste.

“Aww you’re so cute, you know that snookums?” He teased as he tucked her underneath his arm again, and she just groaned quietly as she nudged his ribs with her elbow.

“Cut it with the pet names, Mantle.” She huffed quietly as she let her head drop to rest on his shoulder.

“Why, pumpkin, you’re just way too adorable to stop.” Reggie teased again and grinned, causing her to just roll her eyes in response.

After a moment she watched as Reggie reached over to her bedside table to grab her hairbrush, and before she could ask what he was doing, she felt his fingers carefully pull the current hair tie out of her hair before he started running the brush through her hair gently. Her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed her hair, and then ran his fingers through it after; which caused butterflies to pool in her stomach and a stupid girlish smile to paint over her lips.

She stayed quiet for another few moments as she leaned into him, fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper she was wearing to keep her fingers busy before she turned her head to look up at him again once he had finished brushing her hair, leaving it in a loose ponytail once he was done. “Thank you for coming today,” She said softly, meeting his eyes as he smiled genuinely too. “It means a lot.”

“It’s no problem, I just didn’t want you to be alone.” He said softly and shrugged a little.

Y/N smiled softly, though yawned before she could say anything else, her eyes closing for a brief moment. With being exhausted from being sick anyways, paired with the warm soup in her belly and the comforting arm around her shoulders, it was extremely tempting to fall asleep there and then.

“Get some sleep,” Reggie mumbled as he gently rubbed her arm, prompting her eyes to close properly. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Thanks Reg.” Y/N whispered softly with a sleepy smile across her lips.

“Of course.” He muttered, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head which caused her to smile a little more as she relaxed into him, sleepy and happy in the arm of her best friend.

Best friend, though maybe more.

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