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Chloe // Side-blog for my Riverdale writings

[cherylsvixen]

Hey guys, I still have people interacting with me about Three Months and that is SO flattering!!

Unfortunately I’m so busy with uni and a little unmotivated with the riverdale characters and don’t know if I’ll ever get around to finishing it.

But I was thinking about possibly wrapping it all up in a headcannon style? Or would that ruin it? Maybe I should just leave it open for now in case I ever want to come back to it. Pls let me know what you want!!

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Until we say goodbye || one.

Warning! This multipart story takes place after the events of season 3. There’s huge spoilers already in the synopsis down below. I warned you.

Synopsis: (Y/N) Hargrove has to come to terms with the fact that her twin brother is dead and she had to watch him die, unable to do anything about it. There is something she can do for him now though and that’s keeping a promise. The promise to go back home to California. Together. In order to drive cross country and spread Billy’s ashes in a place where the Hargrove kids used to be happy, (Y/N) enlists the help of Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who decides that it’s time to break out from his parents expectations and be the person he always wanted to be.

This time on “Until we say goodbye”: Steve offers his help only he didn’t realise that meant going on a road trip with a girl he’s talked to like twice and a dead boy’s ashes. 

(caution: mention of death, emotional abuse, slight mention of physical abuse, mention of alcohol // if you need me to tag any other possible triggers let me know)

Part 1 of ?

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please. Tried to edit out all mistakes it but it’s almost 1 in the mornig and I  am tired.]

And if we hit on troubled water

I’ll be the one to keep you warm and safe

And we’ll be carrying each other

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

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[cherylsvixen]

“Three Months” is amazing. I’m hocked. Can’t wait for chapter 7.

This is so sweet, thank you!! Hopefully I’ll post something before Christmas...? 😂 I just lost a lot of motivation with the new season, but we’ll see what happens xx

[cherylsvixen]

Do you think that Nick will ever find out about the baby from three months?

I had to go back and re-read my writing (which was so cringe btw) but I genuinely thought I had already written a scene where he confronts her.. I think it may be in the works!! I just I found it really difficult to do the conflicting emotions justice and felt people would become confused/frustrated. 

The next chapter is about her transition to Southside High but I got a bit of writers block and haven’t looked at it in a while. I’ve not abandoned it though. Thanks for your question :) 

[ohnomarvel]

Me writing fanfiction: Thank you for reading! I’ll post the next chapter soon!

[cherylsvixen]

You okay? You disappeared

Hey anon! Yes I’m fine, thank you for checking in :) I’m honestly just really not enjoying Riverdale at the moment and finding it really difficult to write for. So for once I’m actually trying to (seriously) write my own story! Maybe if inspiration strikes again I’ll post some things but in the mean time you can follow me on my personal if you want @floralchlxe :) x 

[kurokoros]

Baby Daddy || Chapter 1 (SPxOC)

Title: Baby Daddy

Rated: T

Words: 1851

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC

Summary: ““Surprise?” Natalia manages to choke out, shrugging and sending him a wobbly smile. 

Sweet Pea only blinks at her, pupils blown wide as the realization seems to settle in. His arms fall slack at his sides, his jaw dropping open slightly like the new information has actually broken him. And Natalia is about to ask if he’s okay, but then the next coherent thing out of his mouth is, “Shit, did we do something?” 

Natalia rips the nearest test off the counter and throws it at Sweet Pea, the plastic stick whacking him in the center of his forehead before falling uselessly to the floor.”

AN: For @sweetfogarty who listened to me ramble about this for like three days. Ask to be included in the tag list and be sure to reblog if you like it!

The two pink little lines are practically mocking her, Natalia hoping that if she stares at them long and hard enough they might change or disappear entirely. But they don’t. None of them do. All three sets of tests sitting on her bathroom counter are exactly the same. Cheap white plastic with a little screen telling her the exact same thing.

Pregnant.

She’s fucking pregnant.

How the hell did that happen? Natalia groans, dropping her head into her hands before fisting them in her hair, tugging at the wavy brunette strands until it almost hurts. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, panic welling in her throat and making it hard to breathe.

Logically, she knows exactly how this happened, but that doesn’t make the situation any better. It really doesn’t make the situation better, considering she knows exactly who the father is and wants him nowhere near her. But that little mistake is resulting in her camped out in her bathroom, an absolute mess with her frizzy hair and baggy sweatshirt that she must have stolen from one of the boys at some point.

This can’t be happening to her right now. Not when she’s eighteen and barely out of high school, still stuck in Riverdale where everyone knows everyone else’s business and living with her best friend in an old trailer, surrounded by Serpents and Ghoulies and fucking Jingle Jangle. And what kind of a name is Jingle Jangle anyway, she’s never understood why they call it that and it’s the stupidest thing she’s ever heard like—

Natalia takes a slow breath through her nose, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as she tries to think of calming things. Like beaches and cute animals and anything that isn’t the fucking pregnancy tests sitting to her right like they aren’t the thing making her want to rip her hair out.

Needless to say, the calming thing doesn’t work and Natalia bursts into tears.

She doesn’t know how long she sits in there crying about the fact that she’s fucking pregnant and followed closely by staring numbly at the blank wall across from her, but apparently it’s long enough for Toni, who’s out of town with her girlfriend Cheryl, to get worried enough about Natalia ignoring her phone blowing up on the counter to call for reinforcements.

It’s apparent who Toni called even before Natalia sees him. The front door of the trailer she shares with Toni crashes open and a set of heavy footsteps pound against the floor. “Natalia?” Sweet Pea calls out, his familiar voice filling up every inch of space in the trailer, seeking her out. Her giant of a best friend wanders farther into the trailer, his footsteps telling her exactly where he is as he heads first to her room and then the bathroom upon finding it empty, knowing there aren’t many places for her to hide in the small home.

He knocks on the door and the sound makes her jump slightly, the sound jarring after the silence she’s been in for what feels like hours. “Natalia?” he repeats, voice low and throaty and edged with a lick of concern that not many people get to hear. “Sweetness, you okay in there?” he continues when she doesn’t respond, not trusting her voice to not betray her. “Toni called me, said she was worried about you.” Natalia bites her bottom lip, trying to swallow back the emotion welling in her throat. Fucking hormones. “Tali?” Sweet Pea tries again. “Hey, talk to me, Doll. Are you hurt? Is there someone I need to beat the shit out of? Because if there is, you’ve gotta tell me.”

It’s enough to startle a surprised, watery laugh from her, which chokes off into a sob, but it’s apparently enough for Sweet Pea. His sigh is audible, even with the door shut between them, and Sweet Pea shifts outside the door, restless now that he knows she’s in there but he can’t see her.

“Talia, you gotta open the door, okay?” She only sits there, frozen in place sitting crisscross on the toilet seat with the pregnancy tests lined up neatly on the table beside her, perfectly incriminating. It’s like she can’t move, rooted in place as her entire chest goes tight and cold, a chilly hand wrapping around her heart and squeezing it. Her silence is met with an edge of desperation this time. “Sweetheart, either you open the door or I’m coming in.” Sweet Pea has never been known for his patience on the Southside, better known for his short fuse and intimidating as all hell personality, and his patience with Natalia is clearly wearing thin, especially with her continuing to blatantly ignore him.

“Fuck, Tali,” he groans from the other side of the door. “You better not be naked,” Sweet Pea warns her a second before the doorknob starts to turn.

Natalia lunges to her feet, trying mootly to look like she hasn’t just been bawling her eyes out as Sweet Pea opens the door with the finesse of a caveman.

The bathroom door is shoved open roughly, banging against the wall so hard that she’s afraid he might have dented the plaster. Shit, Toni will actually kill her if Sweet Pea causes any more damages to the beloved old trailer. Especially after that time he and Fangs set the couch on fire when they high off their asses on the pot brownies Joaquin scammed them into trying.

That hadn’t been a fun night for any of them, with Toni and Natalia being awoken at three in the morning to their dumbass friends lighting shit on fire, all while Jughead watched with an entirely glazed expression on his face, too out of it to stop the other boys. Toni nearly killed them that night, and it was only because she and Natalia wouldn’t be able to hide the bodies alone that a murder wasn’t committed that night.

Sweet Pea’s intense gaze locks with Natalia’s immediately after he throws open the door, heedless of the fact that she could, in fact, be naked at the moment. His dark eyes latch onto hers, pinning her in place for a long second before they scan the rest of her, checking to make sure she’s okay physically before anything else. Living on the Southside of Riverdale, they’ve both had to clean each other up a few times, Sweet Pea less than her, but this isn’t something he can just beat up to make the problem go away.

His eyes jump back to hers after looking her over, narrowing when they latch back onto her pale green eyes, red-rimmed from crying and her entire face a bit puffy. Sweet Pea’s teeth clench together so tightly that a muscle in his jaw jumps at the pressure. He’s never been great with feelings and emotional talks, and they both know it, but Natalia also knows that if she’s upset about something he’ll try to help, even if he has to flounder through it.

Natalia tries to send him a smile, but it falls flat on her face, feeling more like a grimace than anything else, and it only makes Sweet Pea’s frown deepen. She’s entirely too aware of the three pregnancy tests sitting on the counter just two feet away from her very concerned, very volatile best friend. At best, Sweet Pea will be too concerned with her to even notice them, and at worst she might have to distract him a little, because she’s definitely not stable enough emotionally to have that conversation right now.

“Hey, Doll,” he starts slowly, giving her another once-over as he takes a step closer to her, minimizing the distance between him and her and the pregnancy tests in between. “You okay?”

“I—” she cuts off just as quickly as she starts, stomach twisting into sick knots as she tries to figure out how to get herself out of this one. She can’t very well say she’s fine. Sweet Pea has a low tolerance for bullshit, and her being fine is the biggest bullshit at the moment. More than that, she’s never liked lying to Sweet Pea. It’s always left a bad taste in her mouth, even when it was her lying about not planning a surprise party for his eighteenth birthday.

No matter what she does, he’s going to see right through her, and somehow that makes her feel even worse.

“It’s nothing, Sweets,” she promises, sending him another smile when the concern in his eyes only grows, more palpable. Natalia curls her arms around herself, cradling her stomach and the little bump hidden away beneath her sweatshirt. “Just a bad day.” Among other things. It’s not exactly a lie, but it might as well be with the way Sweet Pea stares at her in obvious disbelief.

She’s always hated how easily he can read her, like he can tap right into her head and just know things. It’s been like that since they were kids, living right next door to one another and growing up knowing each other inside and out. At this point he’s seen her at her best and worst, but she thinks this might be on a whole different level.

Sweet Pea opens his mouth, probably to call her out on her bullshit, and steps closer to her, the tests just to the left of his elbow, and Natalia can’t help it when her panicked gaze jumps to them still sitting innocently there on the counter, as if they haven’t fucked up her day enough.

Natalia realizes that was a mistake even before her eyes snap back to Sweet Pea’s, but it’s already too late. His dark gaze follows hers, the concern in his dark eyes melting into something closer to confusion as he blinks down at the little pieces of plastic with their pink lines for a second before his eyes jump back up to meet hers.

He glances back down at the tests, picking one up before taking a step back. “What the fuck is—” he cuts off, looking back up at Natalia and then back at the test in his hand. “Is somebody pregnant?” It takes a second before his brain catches up with his mouth, but a moment later Sweet Pea’s eyes widen. His jaw drops slightly and his gaze rips away from the test and zeroes in on her stomach as if he can see the little bump hidden beneath her sweatshirt.

“Surprise?” Natalia manages to choke out, shrugging and sending him a wobbly smile.

Sweet Pea only blinks at her, pupils blown wide as the realization seems to settle in. His arms fall slack at his sides, his jaw dropping open slightly like the new information has actually broken him. And Natalia is about to ask if he’s okay, but then the next coherent thing out of his mouth is, “Shit, did we do something?”

Natalia rips the nearest test off the counter and throws it at Sweet Pea, the plastic stick whacking him in the center of his forehead before falling uselessly to the floor.

[cherylsvixen]

Still alive in case you guys were wondering!! Uni is so close to being finished and I can write again!! 🎉🎉

Also I’m honestly not overly interested in the new season.... hopefully it’ll get better??

[cherylsvixen]

I’m not sure if you are taking requests, but may I ask for a Jughead x Sister!Reader would include imagine. I understand if you can’t, but I’d appreciate it.

I would very much LOVE to do this!! Like a little headcannon? I’ve never done one before but I can try!! (Also sorry it’s taken me so long to respond, things have been hectic but uni is almost over!!!) 

[cherylsvixen]

You should 100% make a part 2 to Little Brother. I loved it so much!

Hey anon, I’m so glad you liked it!! I actually had to go back and read it because I’d completely forgotten about it haha. I can’t promise anything but I will definitely keep it in mind <3 **Also a note to everyone: anything I do publish will probably be after this uni semester finishes (life is kicking my ass rn okay), that’s in about 10 weeks. MAYBE I’ll procrastinate so hard one day that I write something and post it, but I’m trying not to post poorly written stuff just for the sake of posting. I hope you guys understand <3 But I definitely haven’t forgotten about you!! 

[cherylsvixen]

UPDATE

I know I say this time and time again but I’m so sorry for being inactive! I only got home on Wednesday and jetlag is still kicking my ass. Plus I’ve been desperately trying to prepare for uni this week. I’ve been going for 2 days and I’ve only just made a dent in what I needed to do. 

I HAVE written the next two chapters (and a little bit more) of Three Months. I really want to post but i’m just not happy with it and keep changing it. I don’t want to post subpar writing, but I also don’t want to be a ghost and leave you hanging because that absolutely sucks. If you guys could hang in for just a few weeks, I’m definitely nearing the end of the story. I’m going to try and wrap it up for you before I take a little break. I’m sure most of you don’t care but I want to be a doctor and that means I need to sit GAMSAT and get a great score, but I also need a great GPA and at the moment I really need to focus on that. I’m feeling very overwhelmed but I also don’t want to disappoint you guys. 

I hope you understand xx

[starryeyedauthor-deactivated202]

lay it on me / reader + serpents imagine

note: this will still make sense if you don’t read the part one but i recommend reading it. also, a little disclaimer! please read it. 

Summary: In which the reader is struggling, and her friends come together to show her how much they care.

(2757 words) / MASTERLIST 

Warnings: trigger warning: panic attack, mentions of medication, mental illness. song by vance joy. i also don’t own the gif, but i couldn’t find the original source, but it came from pinterest. 

It started off as a cold feeling that crept into your thoughts, hidden behind worries about homework and your friends and your absent mother and the things you couldn’t control. You shoved it all down, relentlessly forcing yourself to hold onto a facade of serenity, putting on a random movie and trying to lose yourself in the plot.

At some point the music in the background descended into something slow and melancholy, and before you knew it a trail of wetness was spilling down your cheeks, down your collarbone and into the cotton of your oversized t-shirt. You let it happen, figuring that an emotional release must be what you need right now, your vision swimming as you paused the film and your face crumpled. A sob rose in your chest and you curled in on yourself, your body shaking with the weight of everything, a feeling pushing down on your shoulders, taking on the form of a person that told you nothing would ever be okay again.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your breaths starting to grow short. “Get it together,” you mumbled to yourself, your voice breaking as you wept.

You waited as long as you could, eventually standing up to pace the small trailer, tugging your fingers through the roots of your hair, feeling your eyes swelling under the pressure of all your tears. When you went in search of the prescription you had been given, a bottle of pills you hadn’t touched in ages, you found it empty and sobbed again, slumping against the wall and tucking your head between your knees, trying to breathe through sobs that made your entire body shake as if it was collapsing in on itself.

When it had been almost thirty minutes and you hadn’t calmed down, the ache of loneliness and perturbation flooding your senses, you shakily clutched onto your phone, shooting Toni a text, nothing but the emoji your friends had insisted you send them at moments like this. You had never expected to use it, but you couldn’t breathe and you just wanted someone, anyone to hold your hand and hug you tightly.

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[midnight-at-pops]

The Fingerprints He Left

(pairings): jughead jones x serpent!reader, jughead jones x betty cooper

(summary): jughead never specified where you’d fit in his life after he fixed his relationship with betty 

(word count): 1998

(warnings): angst, themes of breakup, gang activity, implied smut (as well as a little),language, heartbreak

(a/n): this is my first imagine on this blog! hope you like it!

(inspiration): turn your face by Little mix

Rating: 16+

On the list of people bound to break her heart, (Y/N) didn’t know how she moved Jughead from the person most likely, to the least likely. And now, because of this simple mistake, her world was being drowned, she was being suffocated, and all of a sudden, she couldn’t breathe.

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[cherylsvixen]

Hey could u do s sweat pea imagine where she is a serpent and they find out someone( doesn’t matter who ) shot her during the riot and it can end however you want

I’ll add it to the list! :) Thanks for requesting x 

[cherylsvixen]

Hey could you do a sweet pea imagine where the reader is Archie’s twin and grew up best friends with jug head and she has to tell him she is joining the serpents it can end how ever you want

You've actually given me a good idea for a chapter for Three Months. So if it's okay with you, I'll sit on this for a bit, do some writing and see what happens. But I'll definitely let you know ❤️

[cherylsvixen]

How is your dog doing???

She’s doing okay!! We just took her to the vet for a second injection. She’s using her foot a little bit, just resting it on the ground and stuff so that’s good :) 

[starryeyedauthor-deactivated202]

road trip / fangs fogarty + reader

Summary: In which the serpents go on a road trip. Straight up fluff with very minimal plot, because these characters deserve to be teenagers having fun. 

Warnings: language. (2730 words) 

You hid a smirk, watching as Fangs was lectured by his mother for what was probably the fifth time this week.

“And you guys know what to do if the car breaks down, right?” She asked, arms crossed and a dish towel tossed over her shoulder as she eyed all of you with a stern expression.

“Ditch it and steal someone else’s?” Sweet Pea offered, barking out a laugh when Teresa smacked him with the towel, giving him an unamused look.

“I don’t care how tall you are Sweet Pea, I’ll come up there if I have to,” She threatened, glaring up at him as the rest of you snickered, never too old to find humor in one of your friends getting in trouble.

“We’ll be fine Mrs. Fo- Teresa,” You attempted to soothe, quickly correcting yourself before you got scolded once again, constantly being told to call the woman by her first name.

“Oh I trust you, Y/N,” She muttered, giving you a kind smile before her eyes drifted towards the boys. “Even Toni and Jughead. It’s dumb and dumber I’m worried about.”

She was gesturing to Fangs and Sweet Pea who were both immediately protesting, a smirk gracing her features when her son expressed his disbelief.

“Well we’re all loaded up,” Jughead broke in, slamming the trunk shut and wiping his hands off. “You guys all set?”

Everyone nodded and started heading towards the car, eager to make it to the show you were planning on catching tonight.

“Alright mama,” Fangs announced, jogging up the porch and pressing a kiss against Teresa’s cheek. “We gotta go now, I love you.”

Teresa muttered something in spanish and he laughed, shaking his head as each of you got into the vehicle, calling out your goodbyes to Fangs’ mother.

Toni had already called shotgun -much to Sweet Pea’s dismay- and you sat in the back beside him while Jughead stretched out in the back row, already holding some sort of mystery novel.  

As soon as you had pulled onto the main road, Sweet Pea was opening up the window, lips curving into a broad smile.

“Alright motherfuckers!” Sweet Pea shouted, opening up the window and sticking his head out, the rest of you shaking your heads with matching grins. “Road trip!”

-

“I’m telling you,” Sweet Pea reiterated for the hundredth time, glaring at Jughead like he was the most annoying person alive. “If we just keep going straight and take a left up there we’ll be fine.”

“We might as well just make a U-turn and go back the way we came,” Jughead reasoned, both of them continuing to bicker, oblivious to Toni’s eye rolls and the expression of annoyance on Fangs’ face.

The drive was only meant to be a total of four hours but you somehow lost your way, ending up on a long winding road that was heading in the opposite direction you were meant to go in.

“For fuck’s sake, let’s just put it in the GPS,” You broke in loudly, reaching for the portable device Teresa had propped at the dash, holding onto the back of Fangs’ seat and stretching over his shoulder.

“Y/N,” Fangs groaned, glancing away from the road and taking in your sudden close proximity. “This isn’t safe.”

“Well Sweet Pea and Jughead won’t be safe when I lose my mind and shove them out of the van,” You muttered, quickly sitting back down and typing the destination.

“Alright, looks like both of you are wrong. Take the next right and then merge back onto the highway,” You instructed, peering up from the screen to give Sweet Pea and Jughead a snarky look.

“Fucking idiots,” Fangs muttered, sounding thoroughly amused as Toni snickered, still quietly taking in all the chaos from the passenger seat.

“Feel free to interject anytime Toni,” You called out to the pink haired girl, laughing brightly when she threw a gummy bear at you.

“Hey I’m just here to eat my snacks and play some music,” She defended, smirking as she gestured to the aux cord, still plugged in her phone after an hour of driving.

“Yeah playing music only you like,” Sweet Pea whined, adjusting his long legs for the millionth time, looking bitter until she handed him the bag of candy.

“Next time we stop I’m taking shotgun.”

-

When you stopped for gas Fangs convinced Sweet Pea to take over driving and joined you in the backseat. You were all eager to get to the city, wondering if you’d make it to the concert in time after wasting so much time earlier.

“This is going to be so good,” Toni said from the front, turning around in her seat to face you with an excited grin. “Do you think we’ll be able to get to the front?”

“You and I, maybe. Sweet Pea could be way in the back and he’d still see fine,” You pointed out absentmindedly, giggling when Fangs stopped scrolling through his phone and showed you a random picture of a dog.

“This is our first concert in ages, I don’t even care where we stand,” Sweet Pea interjected with a smirk, glancing away from the road to wiggle his eyebrows at all you.

“You have the tickets, right Y/N?” Jughead asked, poking his head out from behind you and Fangs, still sprawled out in the backseat.

“In my backpack,” You reassured, pausing when you recognized the song Toni had just started playing. “Fuck yes T!”

“Coming out of my cage and I been doing just fine!” You and Toni immediately shouted, Fangs glancing up from his phone to laugh at you, the familiar song building up as Toni increased the volume.

“Gotta gotta be down because I want it all.”

Even Sweet Pea joined in, thrumming his hands against the steering wheel erratically, a smirk gracing his features as you all shouted the words. “It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?”

You turned around in your seat, rising onto your knees so you could point at Jughead dramatically, laughing halfway through when he joined in with a dramatically low voice. “It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss!”

All of you were smiling broadly as you sang in sync, terribly out of tune voices trying to harmonize with each other, hysterical laughter filling the space of the van. When you reached the chorus none of you held back, Toni playing the air guitar while you and Fangs head banged, your hair whipping around wildly.

“Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis! But it’s just the price I pay, destiny is calling me. Open up my eager eyes, cause I’m Mr. Brightside!”

-

You clutched onto Toni’s hand, laughing breathlessly as the five of you raced down the street towards the venue, hoping to get in before the band went on.

There wasn’t a line and in a matter of minutes you all wore matching stamps on your hand, entering the crowded room and taking in the electric atmosphere with matching smiles of excitement.

The space was small and hazy, a neon red glow lighting up the entire room, filled completely  various kinds of people, everyone talking amongst themselves as they waited for the band to get onto the stage.

As Toni started weaving through little gaps, hoping to get all of you somewhere in the center, you turned backwards and clutched onto Fangs’ hand. You gave him a nervous grin when he squeezed your hand gently and turned backwards to grab onto Sweet Pea, the taller boy merely rolling his eyes and grabbing onto Jughead’s jacket, none of you wanting to get seperated in the crowd.

It wasn’t hard to find a decent spot, most people slightly intimidated by the leather jackets and tattoos donned by all of you, Sweet Pea shooting glares at anyone that got a little too pushy around you or Toni.

When the lights suddenly turned off the atmosphere changed completely; everyone dropped their conversations and starting cheering in anticipation, a glorious feeling of suspense setting over you.

You were still holding onto Fangs’ hand and you turned to face him, practically bouncing on the spot as you grinned in excitement, unable to see him in the dark but utterly joyful when he squeezed your hand as if he was sharing in your excitement.

“Hello everyone!” The lead singer greeted, the room filled with everyones cheers and clapping. “Let’s have a good fucking night, yeah?!”

Halfway through the first song you looked around at your friends, feeling warm and thankful and filled to the brim with love, watching all of them laugh and dance along to the music.

It was a night away from your typical life, a night away from the stress of living on the Southside and all the grief you got from the Northside. The music was too loud and your feelings were too bright for anything else to matter, and you danced your heart out, a smile on your face through the entire set.

-

“And that guitar solo?” Fangs recalled, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it, reaching for more fries at the center of the table. “God that was insane.”

You were all at some random 24 hour diner you had found on the next street, faces shining from hours of dancing and singing along to one of your favorite bands. You had all shed your jackets, still cooling off and filling yourselves up with fast food before the four hour drive home.

“Tonight was so fun,” Toni chimed in, taking a large drink of her milkshake that she already claimed wasn’t as good as Pop’s. “Seriously, we need to do this more often.”

“Yeah, thanks for getting us all tickets, Y/N,” Jughead stated with his typical small smirk,  finishing off his burger. “I think it’s safe to say we all needed this.”

Everyone chimed in with thank you’s and Sweet Pea leaned across the table, planting a sloppy kiss against your cheek that made you scrunch your face up in mock disgust.

Fangs snickered from beside you when you wiped your cheek dramatically, taking a sip of your drink with a sweet smile. “No problem guys. It’s good to get out of town every once in a while, yeah?”

Everyone voiced words of agreement and you sighed in contentment, gazing out of the diners window and taking in the city in front of you, tall buildings towering and people still walking around the streets. It was a nice reminder that you were more than glad to give your friends; that life didn’t begin and end in Riverdale. All of you could escape once school was over, no matter how differently it felt at times.

Eventually  you all split the bill and headed out, throwing your jackets back on and getting into the cold night air.

Sweet Pea tossed the keys to Fangs and he caught them easily, turning to look at the rest of you over his shoulder. “Y/N gets shotgun, I’m not down to get lost again.”

You smirked and gave Sweet Pea and Jughead a haughty look, happily skipping to the other side of the van and hopping into the passenger seat, oblivious to the the way Fangs watched and chuckled quietly to himself.

As you got back onto the road, Fangs carefully maneuvering the van through the busy city streets and back towards the highway, everyone melted into their own conversations. Jughead and Toni discussed Betty’s upcoming birthday while Sweet Pea took up the back row, peering out the window and chiming in every so often.

You were content to sit sideways, facing Fangs and murmuring directions to him until he took the ramp leading to the highway. When everyones conversations died down, exhaustion from the long day taking over, you plugged your phone in and started playing a mellow playlist, the sounds of Cigarettes After Sex resonating through the vehicle.

By the time you were 2 hours through the drive, still discussing random things with Fangs, you realized how quiet everyone else was. Turning around in your seat, a smile of amusement graced your features when you saw Toni and Jughead both passed out, leaning against opposite windows and their legs tangled up in the middle.

All you could see from the back row was the top of Sweet Pea’s head, his arms thrown over his face and quiet snores coming from him. You pulled out your phone and took a photo of all of them, giggling quietly.

“They all passed out?” Fangs asked softly, glancing in the mirror, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Yep,” You answered, posting the photo with a mischievous smirk, typing out the caption. All wiped out after a night of dancing.

“Of course,” Fangs snorted, shaking his head. “And Pea wanted to drive back.”

You chuckled softly, pausing halfway as a yawn took over. “It was a lot of excitement for one night.”

“You tired?” Fangs asked, quirking a brow at you, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel rhymically. “You can crash if you want, I don’t mind.”

“What? No, what kind of passenger would I be if I fell asleep and let you drive for-” You paused and checked the clock, noting that it was past midnight. “Two more hours.”

Fangs chuckled, shaking his head at you. “At least get comfortable, Y/N. Here,” He murmured, tapping his thighs and smiling in contentment when you stretched your legs out over his lap, still leaving enough room for him to steer.

He settled one of his large hands over your calf and the feeling of warmth made your stomach twist in a wonderful way, a feeling that always bloomed when Fangs was even slightly affectionate towards you.

“Did you have fun tonight?” You inquired gently, not wanting to wake up any of the others or disturb the atmosphere in the vehicle; the lights of the highway leaving a glow in all the darkness, the singer still crooning sweetly in the background.

“Yeah of course,” Fangs murmured, just as soft and reluctant to break the ambience. “I always have fun with you.”

His thumb brushing against your calf gently made you shiver delightfully and for a moment you forgot what he said, blinking when he continued speaking.

“I’m glad you convinced all of us to drive out,” Fangs confided. “It’s so easy to feel trapped in that town, you know? Especially on the Southside. I always end up feeling like…” He trailed off and cleared his throat.

Your gaze didn’t waver; you were hanging onto his words, eyes roaming over his features. “It’s just easy to feel like we can’t go anywhere else. Like we can’t be more than who we are right now.”

“I’m pretty fond of who you are right now,” You responded, answering the smile he gave you with one of your own. “And I know the feeling. But you can go wherever you want, Fangs. I have faith in you.”

He was quiet for a moment, before finding the response he was looking for, emphasized with a squeeze to your leg. “You know I love you, right? You always say the right thing, Y/N, I swear.”

You laughed softly. “It’s my superpower. I love you too, Fangs.”

A sudden loud snore made both of you glance up in surprise, and you both burst into laughter when you realized it was just Sweet Pea.

Jughead started to stir and you watched from your position as he sat up, adjusting his hat and glancing backwards at the still loudly slumbering serpent, a disturbed look gracing his features. “Are we there yet?”

You and Fangs were still laughing and you glanced at the clock, “Still got an hour to go, Jones.”   

Jughead grumbled and curled back up against the window. You looked around the van, and even with how tired you were, your happiness overshadowed all of it. Your friends sleeping soundly, Fangs humming to the music softly, one hand on the steering wheel while the other one rested on your legs, turning to give you a smile when he took notice of your thoughtful gaze.

You were filled with love for the people around you. And in that moment, there was nowhere else you would rather be.