the twisted town of Riverdale

d / twentyone / writer sometimes

[ricvettel]

eddie gives me breaking the bed vibes, like, maybe he’s taking his anger out on you, fcking you so hard an all and it ends up breaking the bed

absolutely fucking yes | warning: smut. mean!dom!eddie. rough sex. a little fluff. | 1.2k words.

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𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠

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𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒆𝒓.

richie headcanons

༺      midnight movies 

working at the aladdin theater has its perks.

      friday, september 25th 

it was friday, september 25th when richie tozier finally crossed the line.

☽       me and you together   

“i’m so sorry. i can’t help it.” he says, feeling like the world’s shittiest best friend. he thinks he might cry. 

༺       pink lemonade* 

it was well past one and he was kind of regretting not going out. it was the not knowing that was killing him, really - were you kissing some guy right now?

      loving someone ☽ 

so instead of giving you the answer that you deserve- the richie of it all, the ‘i love you too much and i’m not good enough’ of it all, he just tips his body forward.

✰ ༺       taboos and the absurd*   part II*  part III*

he hums, reading over the first few paragraphs with a hint of a smile. “isn’t that the point though? it’s hotter because it’s wrong.”

      gentle*  

“do you want to keep going, honey?” he asks with a kiss under your jaw and you nod, “yes, please, richie.” you say softly.

      right*

richie. how could you forget richie?

✰☽ ༺     rude boy*     part II*     part III*  ☽

but the worst thing about working at the diner came in the form of a 6'2 nightmare with a sharp jawline and a serious nicotine addiction. richie fucking tozier. 

      sinscerity is scary

“richie, please… don’t make this harder for me.” you say quickly, looking to him and looking immediately away. his heart feels like a pit and he shakes his head, cursing his stupid mouth.

      let me*

he’s going to eat that smirk when you’re done with him.

      high*

you didn’t really care for richie before your parents got married, and now he’s a permanent thorn in your side. 

      lethal combination

you were that “duo” - you were the life of every party, the center of every room. and it always has been like that.

      bad in bed*

he’d looked back at you as if challenging you. you almost wanted to laugh, but instead let it go. you’d deal with that later.

      circle the drain

you’re so thankful for his hand in yours because you feel your mind trying to defy gravity, your brain longing to scour the universe for the answers to questions you never want to have to ask.

      concerned

“fuck, sugar what do i do?” he rambles, wiping sweaty hands on his pants as he peers up at your doubled-over figure.

      if you’re too shy*

“is that o-onlyfans?” bill says and richie shoves bill’s nosy face off his shoulder with a panicked grunt. “fuck off, mushmouth.”

༺       boyfriend stuff

“yeah, his grandma catching you kissing is sort of a huge victory in the ‘selling the fake dating’ department, but it’s also a huge bummer for your ‘pride and self-confidence’ department.”

      mustang*

"you got a deathwish, babe?” he says lowly as you nip at the skin under his jaw, your hand palming him teasingly. he’s already hard and you smirk against his skin. “relax, all you have to do is drive.” you say as you undo your seatbelt, twisting so you can feel him better.

      buttercup

he would be totally daft not to wonder how he ended up with a soulmate like her, someone not only so fucking attractive but so kind and undeserving of a monstrosity of a human like him. she is, in every place he isn’t, a complete and utter success of a person; he’s a hurricane where she’s whitecaps in the sea, he’s loud and abrupt while she is kind and outgoing.

༺       kool aid*

you’d hoped your face wasn’t nearly as red as you felt it was, because that would certainly give yourself away. he can’t know how hot you thought richie calling himself daddy was. and he’d been doing it ever since. 

      helping hand*

“well i can’t, like, just tell my best friend that i’m frustrated because i can’t rub one out without giving my dick cast-burn. that shit hurts, by the way.” he adds, groaning as he rubs his forehead in exasperation.

☽       crush culture

“i didn’t really ask for your input, though.” he mutters, cheeks reddening as tears definitely well in his eyes behind his lenses. “you can’t just ignore me at your every whim just to come right back and tell me what’s good for me.”

      heather

“um, y/n… is this because of heather?” he says after a bit.  “richie.” you say weakly, your voice coming out too quiet, too obviously broken and exhausted. “i cannot do this. please don’t do this right now”

✰       i wanna see you but you’re not mine      part ii

“and?” he asks after a gulp of the black coffee. the sun bathes the entire house in bright morning light, giving richie a kind of sunny silhouette - a halo of sorts that you don’t know if he really deserves.

         hot sugar*

he’s too enthralled with the video game to respond. you almost leave, but your eyes flick down to his hands and you nearly pass out as you see his fingers moving over the buttons, maneuvering the joystick in a way that makes his veins pop out of his arms and hands.

✰ ☽ ༺       troublemaker*     part two*

though the rivalry was a simple game when you were kids, ever since richie and you hit the end of middle school, you kind of realized you just genuinely hated each other.

      almost stupid

“it’s just stupid, richie… i am so in love with you, it’s absurd.” you mutter, the clearest you’ve sounded all night since you walked into that party. and as the world fades away quickly and sleep knocks you out, you don’t second guess richie’s silence or his soft, “wait what?”

✰ ༺       when richie met y/n       prologue     part i    part ii

“you realize, of course, that we can never be friends.” his words, while irritating beyond belief, do capture your attention. "and why not?“ you drawl.  he swallows. "what I’m saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.” its silent for a second as you take in the idiocy of his words. "richie. that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.”

☽       sex

“the excuses started to run out when you were both stone cold sober, making out every time you were alone, texting him at two in the morning while you wore next to nothing, meeting up at his apartment ‘just to hang out’ before you go see your boyfriend.”

      friendly neighborhood spiderman

“can’t you just tell me your name?” you plead with him, voice wavering. his mouth opens, then closes as if he decided against it. carefully, one hand pulls his mask back over his lips, concealing him once again as spiderman. the boy you finally knew for a mere minute is gone, probably forever. "i can’t. i wish i could." 

      you should be

your eyes fall easily to the house next to yours, the small balcony adjacent to yours open and a boy sitting on a folding chair, smoking a half-ashed joint in his fingers. he’s staring shamelessly. 

       long way home

"crazy, how quickly you forget your childhood.” he says quietly. the town slowly fades away before your eyes, and for a fleeting moment you feel stupid for thinking it -and you don’t dare say it - but there’s something really sweet about being back in the middle of nowhere again with him.

      cleaning the room*

 “richie hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, “no, please keep going, i can call him back later.” you beg, desperate to feel richie again. richie raises his brows, “you know he’ll just keep calling."”

☽ ༺       house sitting*

“what the fuck?” you project, eyes landing on the figure who walks into the kitchen, towel hanging low on his hips as water drips from wet, shaggy curls of hair. you meet the bright eyes of richie tozier, your roommate’s best friend.”

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𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔. 

stan headcanons

      turn

“yeah, she’s the most annoying person on earth. except for maybe richie. y/n could give an aspirin the headache of it’s life.” stan jests, eyes not leaving the girl. “i’m not sure what i’d do without that crazy in my life. i like the way her brain works.”

      simple season

he smiles and lets out a sweet laugh. it sounds the way cherry popsicles taste and you almost swoon.

      interrupted*

your hands moving to stable yourself on both sides of your body, your cheeks flaming up. “why are you here, what the fuck?” you hiss.

      tease*

“hmm. so you were flirting with that guy just for… fun?” he asks, hands falling onto your hips out of habit although his jaw is still clenched

        babylove* 

stan’s grinning up at you with his boyish smile, his cheeks slightly rosy from the warmth of the covers, and his curly hair tousled.

      secret

stan looks heavenly even from this angle as he stares down at you, curls swaying as he moves to shake his head at you, biting his lip to hold back what you know would be a small giggle. “my god. are you five?” he asks in his trademark bored tone, his face giving way as he grins boyishly down at you.

      heat waves*   part 2*

“i think i love you.” he says it louder than intended, and it slices through the midnight air in a way that makes the world stagnant. he swears, even the frogs stop croaking, the cicadas stop buzzing, the wind stops blowing through the leaves in the forest.

✰ ☽ ༺       tozier *

it’s funny: richie’s been dangling this forbidden fruit in front of you ever since you first went through your sexual awakening years ago and only now have you realized that he’s too blind to notice when you actually pluck the grapes off the vine, one by one. and the fact that you’re doing it right in front of his eyes make it feel so much sweeter.

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𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.

bill headcanons

      grow up* part II*

bill’s eyes wont stop glancing down at your lips. “g-grow the fuck up, y/n.” he spits back at you, his eyes furious.

      detention 

“well if i left now, i’d b-be robbed of some q-quality time with such p-pleasant company.” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. god, you loathed him.  

      sweetheart*

he barely has time to grab a blanket from the shelf next to you and toss it over you before a pair of ratty converse hit the ground and another pair of k-swiss with white tube socks land after.

      jealous*

your stomach tingles with butterflies, he kissed you because he just felt like it.

      untutorable* 

when you first found out bill denbrough was going to tutor you, you were excited. 

      be quiet*

“what do you want, bill?” you call, your eyes landing on your step brother.

      i’d like that*

“wondering if you want me to call you daddy.”you feel him swallow and you continue, “because i think i’d like that.”

༺       laser tag 

“so e-easily distracted.” he echoes your previous words, this time dripping from his own lips like honey. 

      sketches

your own eyes stare back at you from the pages and for the first time in a really long time you felt seen in a way you never knew you needed.

      separate seas

y/n…. bill remembers cloudy memories of a girl with bright eyes and laughter. he sees his house, next to it, a blue one; georgie, with a bright smile, running up to a girl who came out of the garage of the blue house to the left. she hugs him and his arms squeeze around her middle, his face half buried in her soft stomach. he remembers thinking she is beautiful.

      i hate you*

you scowl, “fuck you, bill. can you just leave? nobody wants you here.” you spit as you sit at the dining table, crossing your arms.

      isn’t this easy?

it’s quiet then, because all seven of you - and possibly bill himself - were all thinking it, but not even you or richie were bold enough to just say it.

       guilty 

“i just feel selfish for missing you. i feel like i have to walk on eggshells around you because you’re up so late and always tired. when you’re here you’re in your office and we haven’t even eaten together in weeks, and i know it’s because you’re writing something amazing and i am so excited for it but i just feel selfish every time i even want to talk to you.”

      walking home

“i wanted to s-say ‘i love you’ for th-the first time w-without stuttering, but that failed.”

☽       teach me how* 

his eyebrows immediately shoot up and he wheezes, “wh-what? wait, wh- are you s-saying you’ve never t-touched yourself?”

☽ ༺       chubby bunny* 

“c'mon, i b-bet you can fit m-more than that.” he mutters lowly. 

      narcissist

it was one of those days that really should have been fantastic.

      heart eyes*

he shakes his head gently through his drunken state. your face falls and you step back. bill swears the angel’s wings start to droop and wilt as you seem to sober up slightly.

      heat of the summer*

but you like coming to spend time by the pool a lot… that is, if by 'pool’ you meant 'the hot lifeguard who works at the pool.’ bill was his name.

      softcore

for a moment you think he could be dead. his eyes are open, unblinking as they gaze at the faded stars stuck to the ceiling. but when he hears you, he almost almost stumbles to life, his chest starting to rise and fall again as he looks at you, a shaky hand running through his grown out hair as he sits up.

✰ ༺         tozier*

it’s funny: richie’s been dangling this forbidden fruit in front of you ever since you first went through your sexual awakening years ago and only now have you realized that he’s too blind to notice when you actually pluck the grapes off the vine, one by one. and the fact that you’re doing it right in front of his eyes make it feel so much sweeter.

      stealing the show*

“bill, maybe you should watch out, your girl is stealing your show.“ he says, smirking. bill chuckles, looking non-chalant. ”she steals the show no matter where she goes.” bill purrs. his jaw is clenched though, and you see through his façade, heat dropping through your body at the jealous glint in his eyes. 

༺       knee socks*

your dad’s best friend…. yeah, this was so wrong.

      semi-charming*

"what’s your name?” he asks and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you feel hot. he doesn’t even know your name, and you’re stuck in this situation with him. you could laugh again if his hand wasn’t so warm against your thigh. “y/n.” you struggle out, throat feeling dry, “it says that on my door.” you say breathlessly. 

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𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒌.

eddie headcanons

☽       sitting out the weekend 

it was kind of obvious, how you and eddie feel about each other, but you’d yet to say anything to each other about it.

      drive*

“know what would be a fantastic way of getting back at your mom?” you say slyly, giving him a grin. “if we had sex in her car.” 

༺ ✰       hot tub*    part II*

so yeah, it had started as a joke but now you just really wanted to have sex with your step brother.

      teach me*   

“i just want to make you happy and make you feel good, but i…i don’t know how.” you say, biting your lip and looking at him.

      fifty bucks

“apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

      ice cream

      pleaser* 

“you like bossing your boy around, huh? doesn’t ever get tiring, y/n?” richie asks, making you roll your eyes lightly. 

༺ ✰       tozier*

it’s funny: richie’s been dangling this forbidden fruit in front of you ever since you first went through your sexual awakening years ago and only now have you realized that he’s too blind to notice when you actually pluck the grapes off the vine, one by one. and the fact that you’re doing it right in front of his eyes make it feel so much sweeter.

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𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒏.

mike headcanons

☽       butterflies 

mike sits next to you, handing you a cold beer with a warm smile. you feel those stupid butterflies again.

✰ ༺       tozier*

it’s funny: richie’s been dangling this forbidden fruit in front of you ever since you first went through your sexual awakening years ago and only now have you realized that he’s too blind to notice when you actually pluck the grapes off the vine, one by one. and the fact that you’re doing it right in front of his eyes make it feel so much sweeter.

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𝒃𝒆𝒗 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉. 

bev headcanons

      i’m yours

“y/n/n, i’ve got something i’ve meant to tell you for a really long time.”

✰ ༺         tozier* 

it’s funny: richie’s been dangling this forbidden fruit in front of you ever since you first went through your sexual awakening years ago and only now have you realized that he’s too blind to notice when you actually pluck the grapes off the vine, one by one. and the fact that you’re doing it right in front of his eyes make it feel so much sweeter.

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𝒃𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒎.

ben headcanons

           how to remember

you waited more than thirty years for this, and you think it was worth every fucking second.

✰ ༺       tozier*

it’s funny: richie’s been dangling this forbidden fruit in front of you ever since you first went through your sexual awakening years ago and only now have you realized that he’s too blind to notice when you actually pluck the grapes off the vine, one by one. and the fact that you’re doing it right in front of his eyes make it feel so much sweeter.

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𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄. 

headcanons

༺ ✰       living with bill, richie, and stan ☽

part 2  part 3  part 4

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tozier • ben hanscom

(ben hanscom x tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here’s my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: swearing, smut, unedited bc im a lazy asshole 

ok guys here’s part one of the new series! i’ll probably have to go back in and edit some stuff n probably change the name but lmk what u guys think and what u wanna see for the next parts :) 

[losers and reader are in college in this.]

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you know richie pretty well, if you say so yourself. hell, you grew up with him - you’ve known him your whole entire life and even now, as 19 and 20 year olds, you’re still at each other’s throats constantly. 

naturally, growing up with richie as your brother was full of ups and downs - like the time that you were still a baby in your crib and he’d curiously wandered into your nursery and twisted your finger, causing it to break. or, that time when you two got into a fight over who took the last of the ice cream in the freezer and didn’t speak to each other for almost three whole days.

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cleaning the room • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested:  heyyy i love your work!! can i maybe request a Richie smut where their like in the middle of doing “it” but then someone calls the reader (maybe bev or eddie or sumn) and instead of stopping richie keeps going and so she has to continue the call and pretend like shes not in the middle of such unholy acts haha sorry if its too specific,, thank you!!!

warnings: swearing, smut, spitting, v light cum play, light light slapping (reader smacks richie bc theyre frustrated he was teasing them), unprotected sex, risky sex, talking on the phone w someone, use of the words whore/slut, degradation, this has literally no plot its all smut LOL

heyyy finally bback w a fic, i have awful writers block so this was all i could do. hope u guys like it

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i bet on losing dogs

A/N: I haven't written anything in ages but I was watching b99 one night and got this idea inspired by jake and amy's bet in s1 and also from a request for a first time smut with lots of praise. also i'm not sure if i'm gonna keep writing for this account or if i'm gonna move to another account and write for other fandoms or something so lemme know what you guys would be interested in

warnings; smut, reader is a virgin but richie isn't, enemies/friends to lovers with the boy next door

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you wouldn’t have agreed to the bet if you thought you were gonna lose. your ego couldn’t handle that, losing a bet to richie, because he’s such a fucking asshole when he wins and you’re regretting ever speaking a word to him to begin with.

final exams were right before graduation. so you didn’t get the results in until a month into the summer, and you and richie had bet on who was gonna score higher in your english final. you’d said it since your stupid rivalry with richie began, your only leverage was that despite the fact that he was always top of the class, you always did better than him in english.

your mom had forced you to tutor him for a couple months when she heard he was struggling, because for some reason you could not comprehend, your mom had a soft spot for richie. in her eyes he was the sweet and charming son of her friends next door. a part of you believed she liked him more than you, and maybe that’s where part of the resentment comes from.

richie was awful at english. he just always managed to branch off into other topics in his essays that turned the entire thing into nonsense. so when you made a joke about his abilities in the class, and he over-confidently bet you that he could score higher than you in the final, you literally laughed in his face. you knew there was no way in hell he could do that, so you agreed to the terms with no hesitation.

if you score higher than him, you get his truck. you barely had to think of what you wanted because his truck was something he talked about endlessly. it was basically his baby, and you couldn’t pass the opportunity to win it from him.

but, if he scores higher, then you have to go on a date with him.

you hesitated when he first said it, but in your head you just kept reminding yourself there was no way he could possibly score higher than you. you knew that. you never would’ve agreed to it otherwise.

you never should’ve agreed to it.

you didn’t know richies friend group very well besides bill. you had been one of the most understanding with his stutter, and went with him to every one of his speech therapy sessions in sophomore year because he was too embarrassed to tell anybody else.

richie was working a shift at the diner when everyone’s test scores came in the mail, and their whole group was getting together for lunch so they could see their scores together. he figured you may as well come with them, so you and richie could see your scores at the same time. you agreed, and you were the first one running into the diner once bill’s car was parked.

you smacked your envelope on the counter in front of richie, who grinned as he finished stuffing a stack of napkins into the metal holder. bill followed closely behind you, handing richie his own envelope that bill had got from maggie when he picked you up.

“have you done any preparation for our date tonight?” richie says, as he pushes aside the napkin holder and picked up his envelope but doesn’t yet go to open it. you snort audibly.

“that’s hilarious. i actually was just checking out my truck in the lot as i was coming in. did you fill it up on you way here? i figured i’d just take it with me” you smile confidently, a hand on your hip.

“enough flirting, you two” beverly, the redhead, says as she moves to stand on the other side of you. you didn’t know bev very well, but you had always been jealous of her in a way. her beauty, her effortless confidence.. she was a walking angel. she smiles and a dimple flashes on her cheek as she pushes her hair behind her ear. “the suspense is killing me, just open them”

richie hands her a glass of iced tea across the counter that you hadn’t seen him make, as if it had been waiting for her. she winks at him as she takes it out of his hand, her fingers brushing his before she starts sipping from the straw, and you feel a rage fill you that hadn’t been there before. you think, surely it’s just because of how annoying richie is. you can’t stand him, and his antics right now are grossing you out. that has to be it. but you force that thought out of your head as you snatch up your envelope and turn to richie, your eyebrow raised as you wait for him to grab his.

“on 3?” he says, and you scoff a ‘hell no’ as you rip open the envelope. he only shakes his head with a snicker as he tears open his own.

the 98% stares back at you from the paper and you feel euphoric. you think that’s it, there’s no way he’s got you beat, but when you look up from your paper and see him smirking, you’re suddenly sick to your stomach. he puts his paper on the counter face up and turns it around, pushing it towards you so you can see, and you wanna throw up.

98.6%

“you see that, doll?” he says, his voice almost echoing in your head. “correct me if i’m wrong, but i see ninety eight on yours, and it looks like mine is point six percent more than yours-“

“oh my god”

richie moves from around the counter to stand next to you as you try to turn away from him.

“i think that means, you lose”

“oh my god” you could genuinely throw up.

“so about that date tonight, i have a bunch of ideas” he grins, rubbing his hands together as he walks backwards away from you and you roll your eyes as you try to come back to yourself. he turns to one of the customers, sat a few stools down from you at the bar and judging by the way they’re interacting, you assume they’re a regular customer of his.

“janet, you hear that? this is y/n, i’ve known her for years and she finally agreed to go out with me”

you know he’s only joking, and you can hear a few of the boys laughing behind you so you only roll your eyes. you don’t want to give him any more of a reaction than you already have.

the lady, janet, gives richie a peck on the cheek and a $5 tip, telling him to treat you extra well tonight. you cover your face with the hands at the thought.

you’re actually going on a date with richie, and you’re dreading seeing what he has planned.

——

richie hasn’t even come to pick you up yet, and you’re already thinking of running downstairs and stealing your moms car, driving as far away from here as possible to avoid whatever he has planned for tonight. the dress in itself, one he had picked out and gave you when you left the diner, is awful. you already weren’t the type to wear dresses, and of course richie knew that, which is probably why he had you in the biggest, most pink dress you’ve ever fucking seen. it looked like a prom dress; tight around your torso, maybe a little too tight, and a big skirt that went down to just below your knees. he didn’t give you a pair of shoes, which you were grateful for as you figured he likely would’ve stuck you in way too high heels, so you threw on your black converse. maybe you could piss him off at least a little bit tonight.

a rhythmic knock at your front door had your eyes shooting wide open as you rushed to beat your mom to the door.

“i got it!” you tried to yell, but when you got to the top of the stairs, you saw your mom already opening up the door. you heard the loud squeal as she pulled richie in for a hug and you ran back to your room, shoving your face into your pillow and hoping your bed would swallow you whole.

this was part of his plan.

show off to your mom, give her a flower from the bouquet he brought, tell her all about how he’s finally taking you on a date like she always dreamed. you wanted to rip your hair out.

you can hear your mom calling you from downstairs, telling you to come down already, and you sigh as you get up from your bed. you really shouldn’t have made this stupid bet.

your steps echo throughout the room as you stomp down the stairs, trying in every way possible to convey how annoyed you are with this whole situation. your mom squeals happily again, clapping until you stomp onto the floor in front of her and richie and she sees your shoes.

“oh dear, don’t you want to put on some nicer shoes?” she says condescendingly, and you turn to glare at her.

“oh dear” you mimic in a high voice similar to hers. “i’d rather die”

she only sighs, turning and planting a kiss on richies cheek before taking the bouquet of flowers from his hand, pushing him with you out the door.

“get along you two, have a great night!”

“i won’t!” you reply on your way out the door, shutting it before she can retaliate with something else.

“well, don’t you look dashing” richie says, and you scoff with a roll of your eyes, dragging yourself to his truck in your driveway.

“this is the ugliest fucking dress i’ve ever seen” you snap back, jumping into the front seat as he starts the vehicle. you hadn’t properly looked at him until now, and you notice the full suit he’s wearing. the dress shirt, dress pants, blazer and tie. you almost smile to yourself, because you know for a fact he can’t tie his own tie. you watched him struggle with one before graduation until he had to get his mom to do it for him. you remember how embarrassed he looked when he had to ask her, and you can picture in your head him going to her tonight and asking her to tie it for him before he came to get you.

you bite your cheek as you think to yourself, if he can push his ego aside to do that, then you can shut up about the dress. at least he payed for it.

“where are we going?”

he only laughs to himself as he pulls out of your driveway.

“it’s a surprise”

-

when he first pulled up in front of the restaurant, you were pleasantly surprised. you didn’t recognize the name, and it was just outside of derry, far enough that you figured there wasn’t any way you’d see anyone you knew. that was until richie stuck his hand on your lower back to lead you inside with a too wide grin, and your eyes landed on bill.

fuck

you can see him trying to contain his laughter as you walk up to him with richie, and you shake your head in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. you should’ve known he would take you here.

the italian restaurant was pretty small, not a well known spot but bill, beverly and stan had all been working part time jobs here for a while. stan, actually, was pretty much full time by this point. he worked any time he wasn’t home and picked up even more hours since school ended. he just got promoted to bartender. beverly had been working as a server for a few months, and bill just got the job as a host right before school got out. he needed some extra money before he left for school, and stan pretty much got him the job.

of course richie would take you here, just another humiliation tactic.

although it didn’t turn out to be too bad. discount food, a private booth in the back, and stan even managed to sneak you guys a few drinks. and the conversation, you hated to admit, was pretty nice. richie had always been pretty easy to talk to if you wanted to, and in moments like these you always wondered why you ever hated him to begin with.

he even complimented your shoes. asshole.

he pays for the whole tab, and on your way out he stops you, grabbing your arm to pull you around the back of the restaurant. for a minute you’re about to laugh, wondering if he’s about to try and make a move on you in such a dumb way like this, but the door opens up and stan pokes his head out. he mutters a few words to richie that you can’t hear, and hands him a bottle of red wine. you smile to yourself. nice.

you had assumed, for the most part, that your date night was coming to an end. you figured he’d just drop you off, leave you with a bit more teasing and humiliation and that was it. but he drove in the opposite direction of your guys’ neighbourhood, further away from derry until he pulled up to a decent looking hotel. you almost laughed to yourself, wondering again if this was some kind of move, but he put his hand out when he noticed the look on your face.

“it’s not what you’re thinking, i promise”

you laugh audibly. “and what am i thinking?” you’re half joking, trying to tease him but you’re also trying to get him to say it out loud whether he actually sees you in that type of way. because you’re still trying to figure out if you see him that way.

but he doesn’t say anything, simply chuckling and shooting a wink at you as he gets out of the truck. you blindly follow him, because you’re pretty sure he has nothing else up his sleeve for you, and you hate to say it but you trust him.

as soon as he opens the door to the room, your eyes land on the single queen sized bed against the wall. you almost laugh, but you remember that he’s definitely taking you home tonight thanks to the cerfew your mom gave him, so it’s not like you’re sleeping in this bed with him. he doesn’t close the door yet after you walk in, and you hear him curse under his breath.

“i forgot some stuff in the truck, i’ll be right back. just make yourself comfortable”

you can’t find the energy to give him any attitude, smiling to yourself and keeping quiet as he shuts the door and leaves. you do a quick lap of the room, looking at everything and trying to figure out what game richie is playing. you’ve come to the conclusion that he’s just done with the night; he has nothing else planned but he doesn’t wanna take you home yet. you figure if you’re gonna be out for a little while longer, you’re not sure how much longer you can keep this dress on.

you’re turning nearly in circles as you struggle with the zipper on the back, the wires inside the torso part digging into your skin harshly. you’re trying everything possible, trying to turn the dress around so the zipper is in the front, but no luck. you’re in the bathroom, hands on the edge of the counter as you lean against it and try and think of your next move when you hear richie come back in the room.

“y/n?” he calls out, and you hear him sitting on the bed. “i’m back. i figured we could get room service or something, you didn’t eat much at the restaurant”

you still, the corner of your lip turning up as you realize he’s right. you hadn’t eaten much at the restaurant, partially worried by how much everything cost but you also were too nervous about not being able to breathe in the dress. you hadn’t realized he was paying attention like that, you didn’t expect him to notice.

half shocked and out of options, you step out of the bathroom and stand in front of richie who’s laying down on the bed, his legs hanging off the end and feet on the floor. he looks up at you as you approach him with a look of genuine concern and curiosity. he had shed the blazer and tie, his dress shirt half unbuttoned, pale skin on display as he sat up. he had grabbed the bottle of wine while he was gone, the one stan gave him and it was sitting on the table next to two full glasses. your arms are crossed as you hold the front of your dress.

“can you help me unzip?” you ask, putting it as simply as possible. he clears his throat, nodding awkwardly as you turn to face away from him, moving your hair out of the way. he barely moves, staying seated on the bed behind you, nimble fingers grazing the skin of your back as they wrap around the zipper and pull it down, all the way down to the small of your back and right above your lacy underwear. he saw it, a hint of black lace poking out under the zipper and he coughs again, turning to look away when you face him again and thank him.

you grab a robe from the front closet on your way back to the bathroom, shutting the door fully behind you.

what the hell has gotten into you?

this wasn’t like you at all, to flirt in general let alone with richie. and you wanted to scream because you actually want him right now.

you push that thought aside, partly because you still feel weird thinking about richie, and also because you’re still thinking he doesn’t see you that way.

you finally get the dress off, kicking it somewhere on the floor and throwing the robe on over yourself.

richie has shed another layer by the time you come out of the bathroom, his shirt somewhere on the floor and his pants switched out for a pair of fleece pyjama pants you figure he probably found in his truck.

you’re sat beside him on the bed, grabbing your glass of wine from the table on the way, no words being exchanged as you both try to figure out what the hell to do or say. the tv echoes from across the room.

“what were you gonna do with my truck if you won? would you really have destroyed it like you told bill?”

you smile and shake your head, still looking at the tv. “no, i was gonna drive it”

you don’t say anything else, and richie looks genuinely surprised as he struggles to think of a response.

“i don’t hate you, y’know” you continue. you finally turn to look at him as you feel his eyes on you. “at least i don’t think so”

“could’ve fooled me” he chuckles, and when you don’t laugh with him, he looks at you again. you press your lips together and richie wants to eat his words. because in a way, he knows what you’re about to say.

“you can be really mean” you mumble, so quietly your voice cracks a bit. he’s pulled his lip between his teeth, his hand landing to cover one of yours, his thumb brushing your skin softly.

“i know” he whispers, feeling the worst he’s ever felt. “i’m so sorry”

his eyes keep drifting between your eyes and your lips, your bodies slowly moving closer together without meaning to. your lips are centimetres apart, you can feel his breath on your face and your heart is pounding in your chest as you look at his lips for a split second before staring in his eyes again. neither of you break eye contact, not even blinking. you gasp and your eyes drift shut for half a second when his lips brush against yours, but you open them again and pull back slightly, just enough to see his whole face.

“make it up to me”

he barely gives you the time to take a full breath before he kisses you, grabbing the wine from your hand and putting both glasses aside before moving to hover over you fully, laying you on your back.

you’re lightheaded, already out of breath and you know it’s not just about the current situation. not fully, at least.

you’ve known richie pretty much your whole life, since you were a toddler for sure, when you first moved to town and your mom became best friends with maggie next door. you were raised together. you hated to talk about it, but he was your first kiss. he’d had his way earlier, before high school just like everyone else you knew and as much as you tried to hide it he could tell something was bothering you. you didn’t wanna tell him because you knew he’d tease you about it, but when you started crying before he could get a word out, he shut his mouth. he snuck both of you out that night and showed you the clubhouse he made with his friends. he didn’t even try to make a move, just brought a bag full of snacks, let you lay in the hammock while he sat on the floor and read comic books. he just wanted to make you feel better. it wasn’t until weeks later when you both sat in his basement during a combined family dinner, avoiding your parents conversation and watching some rerun of miami vice that you brought it up. neither of you had talked about that night in the clubhouse since because both of you were too embarrassed to admit how much fun it was. you still acted like you didn’t like each other, so neither of you wanted to talk about it. but you felt bad not thanking him even once.

he didn’t tease you like you expected to when you did, though, only smiled thoughtfully and reminded you it wasn’t a big deal. you both kept staring at each other, almost daring the other to do something until you finally leaned in and kissed him. it was barely two seconds, but you both flushed bright red and you ran back upstairs. you haven’t talked to him about it since that day, even now with him on top of you.

he pulls you back to the moment with a worried look.

“are you okay?” he asks, moving his hand to your cheek and staring into your eyes like he was searching for something in them. “do you wanna stop? if it’s too much-“

“no” you cut him off, surprised. why does he have to be so fucking sweet sometimes. “no it’s okay. i don’t wanna stop, i was just thinking”

he hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek before trailing more down your neck.

“about?”

your breath is shaky as he pulls the skin under your ear between his teeth, sucking on it softly before pulling back, running his tongue over the faint mark.

“my first kiss” you reply softly, dreamily, like he’s got you mesmerized. he pulls back fully to look at you, brushing his thumb against your cheek again.

“with me?” he asks, as if he isn’t sure though you know he is. he just wants you to say that you’re thinking about him.

“i only had one first kiss” you snap back, trying to sound snarky but failing thanks to the heat rushing between your legs, where he’s slotted his knee and is pushing against you.

“yknow, i think about that kiss a lot..” he admits. “haven’t been able to get you out of my head since”

he pushes his knee against you harder and you buck your hips without meaning to, your body desperately trying to get friction. you moan softly and richie grunts. that was the hottest thing he’s ever heard, and he wants nothing more than to make you make that sound again. and again, and again..

“you think about me?” you ask innocently, your eyes clouded with lust as you stare up at him, chewing on your bottom lip to try and contain your noises. richie brushes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, pulling your lip from between your teeth, just barely pushing his thumb in your mouth before retracting it.

“you’re a dream, y/n” he whispers against your cheek as he kisses it. “you make it hard not to” he presses another kiss to your other cheek before hovering over your face again. “especially with those noises you’re making”

he runs his thumb across your bottom lip again before kissing you, sucking the air out of your lungs. he moves his hand to your thigh, under the robe, and you whimper into his mouth when he gently pushes your leg aside, effectively spreading you open. you can feel the air rush between your legs when he pulls back and you feel exposed, despite the robe that’s still partially wrapped around you.

“don’t hold back anything”

you let out a shaky breath when his hands move up the inside of your thighs, kissing the exposed skin of your chest.

“can i?” he asks, his fingertips grazing the fabric of your underwear, so close to where you need him to touch you but not close enough. you nod desperately and richie looks up at you as he moves further down the bed, closer and closer to where you want him.

“i told you, baby” he speaks lowly, pulling open your robe and dragging his lips across the newly exposed skin. “don’t hold anything back”

you let out the moan you were holding in, closing your eyes and arching up into him.

“yes, yes richie please” you whine, and he plants his hand firmly on your sternum to push you back down against the bed. “touch me, please”

he chuckles lowly, kissing just below your naval as his fingers tuck into your underwear and start pulling them down your legs.

“i will, sweetheart, don’t worry” he says, throwing the lacy fabric in his hands on the floor somewhere. “but you gotta hold still for me, okay?”

you buck your hips up into his face when he kisses your inner thigh and you huff when he pulls back.

“yes, im sorry. anything, richie, i’ll do anything just please touch me”

you’re overwhelmed, on the verge of tears from all your pent up feelings, and he’s about to give in but he notices something. the desperation of your voice, how quickly you’re shaking underneath him. how wet you are.

“nobodies ever touched you like this before” he says matter of factly. it’s not a question, he can tell. you flush beet red, covering your face and trying to avoid having to admit it but you’re cut off with a gasp when he latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth and immediately pushing a finger inside you.

you’re ashamed by how loudly you cry out, immediately throwing your hand over your mouth but removing it when you remember what richie said. you move both hands to his hair, trying with every part of your being to stay still as you clench your eyes shut tightly and pull on his hair. when you arch your back without meaning to, you’re expecting him to stop, but he takes the opportunity to use his free hand to pull the robe that’s barely hanging from your body off and out from under you. he throws it on the floor with your underwear.

you’re fully naked now, exposed and vulnerable as he lays between your legs, pushing another finger inside you beside the first. your mouth opens a bit wider in surprise, your hands gathering the blanket under you into your fists.

“i’m the luckiest guy in the world” he mumbles against you before pulling back to look at you fully, his fingers continuing to move inside you, faster with every whine or whimper that escapes you. “first guy to kiss you, first guy to touch you..”

you’re writhing under him, no matter how hard you try to keep from moving. your whole body is on fire, a feeling bubbling in your lower stomach.

“i hope i’m the only guy that ever gets to touch you like this”

“rich- ah!” he curls his fingers inside you, rubbing against that spot and pulling another string of whimpers from you as he continues to push his fingers faster. “richie i.. i’m- oh”

“you gonna cum?” he asks, and you nod as you continue to squirm under his touch. he sucks your clit back into his mouth and you cry out loudly.

“do it, baby” he replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing circles in time with the thrusts of his fingers, fucking you faster and harder. “cum for me”

as if you were waiting for his command, you throw your head back against the pillows and clench around his fingers, your vision spotty as your legs shake. he continues to finger you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop but continuing to rub your clit softly. it’s soothing, and your body jolts a few times from the stimulation as you come back to yourself.

“why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin?” he asks, his finger still rubbing slow circles against you. your hands are gripping his biceps now as he moves to hover over you again, and your nails dig into the skin on his arm.

“same reason i wouldn’t tell you i hadn’t kissed anyone” you say, eyes nearly rolling back into your head before you shut them tight. he kisses the corner of your mouth and you open your eyes to look into his.

“there’s no reason to be embarrassed” he speaks softly. you’re expecting him to explain more, give you a reason not to be ashamed but he stays silent as he looks into your eyes, like he’s waiting for you to tell him why.

“i, just.. i don’t know what to do” you say shyly, looking at your hand to avoid his gaze. even though you’re not looking at his face, you can see the smirk grow on his face. he kisses the cheek that’s facing him and leans into your ear.

“you don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart” he whispers, kissing right below your ear, on the mark he made that’s still there but fading by the minute. “i can tell you what to do”

he said it reassuringly, and you finally turn your head to look him in the eyes again. they’re dark, full of desire and your breath wavers.

“but you gotta be good for me, okay?”

your breath catches in your throat, and you have no words to say so you simply nod.

he tilts his head, and you hadn’t even realized that he’d let up on your clit until he started moving his thumb against you again. your body jerks, and you whine loudly from the sensitivity.

“you gotta say it, sweetheart, tell me you’ll be good for me”

“i’ll be good, rich, i promise!”

he hums in approval.

“that’s it, good girl.” he kisses your jaw. “just gotta use your words”

“i want you to fuck me” you say bluntly, the clearest words you’ve spoken since the second he touched you. “fuck me, richie, please”

“look at you” he grins. “catching on so quickly”

he pulls his pj bottoms down to his thighs and spreads your legs wider, one hand on your thigh as the other aids in lining him up to your entrance. his tip catches your clit while he runs himself through your arousal and you gasp, hips jumping. he looks into your eyes again, looking between them as he tries to look for any sign that you changed your mind at all, but you put your hand on his cheek and pull him down to press your lips against his.

“please”

“tell me how bad you want it” he says, biting his lip.

“i want it so bad rich. wanted you for so long, please”

he hums softly, lining up fully and starting to push into you slowly. just the tip at first, and he watches you as your breath wavers.

“good” he whispers. “see what you get when you use your words?”

he pushes in a little more and you gasp, clenching around him so tight he can barely move. you let out a whimper, digging your nails into his skin harder as you pull him closer to you.

“are you okay?” he asks.

a tear slips from the corner of your eye and falls down your temple as you continue to whine.

“hurts”

“i know” he says sweetly, understanding as he pulls himself from you. you huff in annoyance, trying to pull him back.

“no!” you protest. “i want you”

“i know, baby” he hushes you, grunting as he lines himself back up. “but you gotta relax for me. the more tense you are the more it’s gonna hurt”

“okay” you reply softly, spreading your legs wider for him.

“just breathe” he pushes in again, even slower than the first time. “i’ve got you, just relax”

you clench around him again, but you listen to him and try to slow your breathing, taking full and deep breaths. another tear falls down your face and he kisses it away before leaving another kiss on your cheekbone.

“oh, fuck” he groans. “just like that, baby”

you keen at the praise and he moves his hands down to your thighs, wrapping your legs around him. he pulls out slowly before pushing back in, a bit deeper this time, repeating the motions until he bottoms out fully. you let out a moan so loud that you don’t recognize it as your own, and you’re almost embarrassed thinking about how many people can probably hear you, but he pulls out all the way before pushing back in and you can’t think about anything other than him.

he’s all over you; his touch, his smell, his voice in your ear, he’s surrounding you completely and your head is spinning.

“so good, baby” he grunts. “taking me so well”

you wrap your arms fully around his neck, pulling him flush against you as your body trembles.

“rich”

despite the fact that you have nothing to compare it to, he feels so big inside of you. but even though he has you wrapped around him, literally and metaphorically, you refuse to admit that to him. he’s still the same richie, with the same ego.

“are you okay?” he asks again, and you nod without a word. he cuts you off before you can correct yourself. “tell me how it feels”

“feels so good, rich” you say. “so full”

he hums in approval, pulling out and pushing in again, setting a slow pace, so slow that you can feel every inch of him.

“i’ve wanted you for so long” he tells you, picking up his pace a bit. “so fucking long, y/n, you have no idea. tried to distract myself but nobody makes me feel the way you do”

the words ran through your head for barely a moment and you didn’t even mean to say them out loud, but they slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“not even beverly?”

he stills inside you completely and you want to slap yourself. why would you say that?

the cheshire grin that grows on his face as he looks at you makes you regret opening your mouth.

bev and him hadn’t even been hooking up for that long, and it was nothing serious, you knew that. he’d let the secret slip by accident after a few glasses of his moms wine one night during family dinner, when the two of you were playing chess in his basement. he said it just made sense; they’re both single with the same sex drive, and neither of them wanted a relationship with the other. you believed him when he said that, but she was so pretty you figured there was no way he didn’t want her. they get along so well.

“aw, sweetheart” he finally speaks up, trying to get you to look at him but your eyes are shut to avoid eye contact. “is that it? you’re jealous?”

“i’m not jealous” you try to argue. “i just.. you told me you guys hook up. and she’s so beautiful, there’s no way you don’t see her like you see me”

he brushes all of the hair away from your face and you finally open your eyes. he’s still got that stupid fucking grin.

“bev wasn’t my first kiss” he says softly, and your jaw goes slack.

“what are you talking about? neither was i, you said-“

“i know what i said, but i lied” he cuts you off. “i told everyone i kissed some girl at summer camp but i lied. i was embarrased because we were going into high school and i still hadn’t kissed anyone”

you’re looking between his eyes, trying to gage if he’s lying.

“but..”

“i was a loser, y/n. nobody even looked at me twice before you kissed me that day. i didn’t just take you to the clubhouse that one time because i felt bad and wanted to cheer you up. i knew how you felt, i just..” he’s chewing on his lip, one of his anxious tics. “i wanted to be there for you because i knew how you felt. i figured by the time we got to high school everyone would be all over you, i mean, i’m not the only one that thinks you’re hot”

“oh, please” you laugh but he doesn’t laugh with you, he says your name again and sighs.

“i’m serious” his lip trembles slightly, as if he’s hesitant on saying what he’s thinking. “y/n, i’ve been in love with you since we were kids. sandbox age at least”

that shut you up. you stumble over a response, unable to get anything out except a soft “what?”

“isn’t it obvious?”

you’re about to scoff, snap of course not, but when you really think about it, he’s not wrong.

all the flirting, the teasing, always trying to spend time with you. even your mom, constantly trying to set you two up and swooning whenever richie even looks at you. it is obvious, and this whole time everyone wasn’t just trying to set you up for them. everyone could see it but you, and they were trying to open your eyes.

even beverly

“i’m so stupid”

“no, i should’ve just told you” he says softly. rubbing his thumb against your bare waist. “but i will admit, it was nice to see you get so jealous”

“i told you, i wasn’t jealous” you deny again, but when he starts thrusting inside you again, you gasp and close your eyes, and you know he’s about to get it out of you.

“cmon, sweetheart, don’t lie to me” he squeezes your waist again and starts moving his hips faster. “you may be naive but i’m not”

you wanna quip back but he’s moving even faster and you can’t form a full sentence in your head let alone speak.

“got you all wound up, you were so tense” he continues. he’s fully fucking you now, pounding you into the mattress as you whimper and whine and writhe beneath him.

“it’s okay to admit it baby.. that you want me all to yourself”

you squeal in surprise when he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach, pulling you up by your waist until your knees are bent with your ass in the air, pushing back into you without a warning. it knocks all the air out of you and you cry out, using the pillow under your head to muffle the sound, biting on the fabric.

“i’ll say it first if you want” he says into your ear as he leans over you, chest against your back as he holds still for a moment. he’s letting you adjust. “now that i’ve got you, i don’t want anyone else to have you”

he starts fucking you again, his hands on your waist for leverage. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you up against him, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“all mine”

he loosens his grip and let’s you fall forward, gathering the sheets into your fists and trying desperately to hold on as he drills you without holding back.

“god, yes richie, want you so bad want you all to myself” you babble, nearly incoherent and on the verge of another orgasm. you’re drooling onto the sheets below you. “don’t want anyone else to have you, rich, i want you all to myself you make me feel so good”

“yeah, baby, that’s it.” the arm he has still wrapped around you pushes between your legs and returns to your clit, causing you to let out another cry into the pillow. “you’re all mine, sweetheart. god, it’s like your pussy was made for me”

“richie you’re gonna make me cum again”

“good” he grunts, rubbing faster circles on your clit. “do it. i want you to cum for me again,”

“oh, it’s so much” you cry, overwhelmed and sniffling a bit as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“i know, baby, im almost there” he reassures you, pulling you up on your knees a bit more and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “cum for me one more time, i know you can do it”

he pushes your hair over one shoulder, leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“cmon, sweetheart, i know you’ve got it in you” he mumbles into your skin, and you clench around him as your legs start shaking. you’re right on the edge.

“one more”

you swear you nearly blackout, nearly screaming into the pillow as he pushes you over the edge, stilling inside you but making sure to push himself as deep as he can. it feels like you’re cumming for ages, your body shaking in his hold as you clench around him so tight it pushes him over the edge as well. he’s moaning in your ear as he reaches his own orgasm, but it’s only an echo in your head as the fog in your brain clears and your body goes limp on the bed. you’re panting, nearly hyperventilating as you try to catch your breath, blinking repeatedly to try and come back to yourself.

his voice saying your name is what fully brings you back though, and you realize he’s pulled out and laid down beside you, his face inches from yours.

“are you okay?”

it’s the third time he’s asked you that now, and you smile as he plays with your hair.

“more than okay”

“it’s only 9, you don’t need to be home for another 2 hours” he says, running his thumb across your jaw before moving back to your hair.

“if you’re thinking i’ll be able to go again anytime soon, you’re delusional-“

“no” he laughs. “i was gonna say we should order room service and watch miami vice”

you shut your mouth, grinning as you nod.

“i couldn’t think of any better way to end the night”

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i’ll be posting chapter 9 tomorrow. <33333

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A/N: this is an AU where Archie has a little sister. they will be a year apart. i plan on making this a series so i’m also gonna be making t

A/N: yeeeee, this is getting a bit difficult to make but I'm determined to finish until Episode 13. I just wanted to say that I hope you guy

Alex scoffed. Jughead noticed. "How about you? Everything okay with you and that new girl?" He asked. "No. She's a spoiled, bitch who'll whi

a/n: didnt fit in one post so i had to separate it. will probably do it again with other chapters. "No, nothing like that.. if i tell you, w

A/N: Getting right into it. Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing No Summary. “Body Double” Everyone was shocked with what had just happened.

Eventually, they both got tired and said goodnight to each other. Archie assured her that he would be there for her whenever she needed him.

Betty mentioned that her sister, Polly's name, was in there next to Jason's. Alex wasn't surprised. The only thing that surprised her was th

Betty tried recalling but she couldn't. Or at least she wanted them to believe she didn't. "Know what? I didn't do that." Betty said walkin

A/N: guyssss, plsssss lmk what you guys think! maybe suggest what i should do for the next chapter? i’m really liking how this is going so f

i>A/N: okay, so a couple of things i would like to mention: i don’t write it out here but i’d like to think that Fred gives Archie a hard ti

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A/N: i sorta had writer’s block in the middle of this, so if it’s not great, i’m sorrryyy!!! hopefully the next chapter will be. i hope you

A/N: I don’t feel like much happened in this chapter, but i still hope you all enjoy. Warnings:cursing??? i think that’s it, maybe a little

A/N: ok so idk how to describe like violent scenes or anything so i tried. also, i’m not a doctor so IDK ANYTHING ABOUT IT, ITS FAN FICTION

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A/N: this is an AU where Archie has a little sister. they will be a year apart. i plan on making this a series so i’m also gonna be making t

A/N: yeeeee, this is getting a bit difficult to make but I'm determined to finish until Episode 13. I just wanted to say that I hope you guy

Alex scoffed. Jughead noticed. "How about you? Everything okay with you and that new girl?" He asked. "No. She's a spoiled, bitch who'll whi

a/n: didnt fit in one post so i had to separate it. will probably do it again with other chapters. "No, nothing like that.. if i tell you, w

A/N: Getting right into it. Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing No Summary. “Body Double” Everyone was shocked with what had just happened.

Eventually, they both got tired and said goodnight to each other. Archie assured her that he would be there for her whenever she needed him.

Betty mentioned that her sister, Polly's name, was in there next to Jason's. Alex wasn't surprised. The only thing that surprised her was th

Betty tried recalling but she couldn't. Or at least she wanted them to believe she didn't. "Know what? I didn't do that." Betty said walkin

A/N: guyssss, plsssss lmk what you guys think! maybe suggest what i should do for the next chapter? i’m really liking how this is going so f

i>A/N: okay, so a couple of things i would like to mention: i don’t write it out here but i’d like to think that Fred gives Archie a hard ti

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okay so i have the very last part(s) of ALS prewritten, have been written for a while now and i just wanted to say that before the new season starts, it’s not going to be based off of it! i don’t even have cable so i can’t watch it lol i’ll just wait for netflix i guess. nonetheless, im excited !!!!

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lol i can watch it now but wow it’s been literally 5 years

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!!!!! PSA !!!!!!

okay so i have the very last part(s) of ALS prewritten, have been written for a while now and i just wanted to say that before the new season starts, it’s not going to be based off of it! i don’t even have cable so i can’t watch it lol i’ll just wait for netflix i guess. nonetheless, im excited !!!!

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Betty tried recalling but she couldn't. Or at least she wanted them to believe she didn't.

"Know what? I didn't do that." Betty said walking off to her locker.

Alex and Veronica followed.

"Yeah, girl. You did." Veronica argued. "You called yourself Polly. It was like Dr. Jekyll Mistress Hyde."

Alex rolled her eyes.

"It did feel like you became another person, Betty." Alex agreed with Veronica.

She tried ignoring both of them but she couldn't because they were still following her.

Betty paused and sighed.

"Okay, i mean.. I remember saying Chuck should apologize for Polly," Betty admitted. "but not because i thought he was Jason."

"Why then?" Veronica asked.

"Because I'm sick of guys like Chuck and Jason doing horrible things to girls like me, you, and Polly. Okay?" Betty snapped.

Alex agreed. Chuck got what he deserved.

Then Betty walked off.

Veronica turned to Alex.

"What happened with you then?" Veronica moved onto Alex.

"Nothing.. I just, I agree with what Betty said. He deserved it and at least now he won't bother us." Alex shrugged and walked away to class as well.

During the middle of the day, the girls got called to the principal's office.

They got scolded by Principal Weatherbee. Veronica's mom was the only parent that came in.

The girls tried to look ashamed, the best that they could but the truth is, they weren't. not one bit.

Weatherbee dismissed them. Everyone heard about what happened.

Coach Clayton, was forced to kick Chuck and his posse off the football team to save his job and the the school's reputation. They all got suspended.

Everyone saw them walking down the hall and out the door.

There were groups of girls taking videos and pictures of them walking. They were glaring while the girls glared back.

Victory was theirs.

"Thanks, guys." Ethel thanked the girls that got justice for not only her but other girls too.

They smiled at her.

"Thank you, Ethel, for going on record." Betty said with a smile. "It made all of the difference with Weatherbee."

"You're the bravest of them all, Ethel Muggs." Veronica then said.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"#JusticeForEthel." Cheryl sarcastically said.

Alex snickered.

They all looked at each other and smiled.

Betty and Alex ended up outside with the book. Alex wanted to see it for herself before she burned it.

Her name was nowhere to be found. And she didn't care. She let go of Chuck and what little she had with him.

Betty threw in the trash and poured lighter fluid over it.

Alex cocked up an eyebrow and smirked.

Cheryl walked up with a frown.

She sparked up a flame in her little Zippo lighter and threw it in the bin.

They all watched the book burn.

"Whoever killed Jason hurt him." Cheryl began. "Maybe Jason hurt people, too."I'll say.

"If he hurt Polly, i'm sorry." Cheryl apologized as her voice broke.

Alex zoned out into the fire. She watched the flames twitch and move from side to side.

If only they knew.

Betty sighed. "Let's go back to the office, Alex."

Alex nodded and followed Betty as she walked off.

"Oh, shit, i forgot. I can't stay for the extra hour today. I'm still grounded. Can you let Jughead know? i'm suppose to go home after cheer practice." Alex said with a groan.

"Sure." Betty gave her a small smile.

Alex walked off, leaving Archie behind at school.

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Betty mentioned that her sister, Polly's name, was in there next to Jason's. Alex wasn't surprised.

The only thing that surprised her was that her name wasn't in there. Why wasn't it? Or at least they didn't mention it.

Betty went on to rant in her texts. She decided that she, Veronica, and Ethel were going to serve justice.

Alex was more than welcomed to join. She knew she couldn't because she was grounded but Alex said she would figure something out.

She set the date for tomorrow night.

She heard the back door open. She gasped.

Stupid Archie, you were suppose to come back from your window.

She groaned knowing this was going to end bad.

She raced downstairs and into the kitchen, and saw him.

"Arch, what are you—" She whispered before she got cut off.

She was interrupted by her dad showing up out of nowhere and turning in the lights.

"Welcome home, Ferris. Sneaking out, breaking curfew." He looked at both, Archie and Alex. "Getting into fights."

"I wasn't with him." Alex blurted out.

Archie glared at her.

She shrugged.

"You lied, Alexandria." he growled.

she groaned softly.

"Dad, don't freak out, okay. I was with Josie, helping the pussycats with a song they're doing at that Taste of Riverdale thing." Archie explained.

"And i was hoping you would let me go.." He began to beg.

"No, Archie. You don't get to go wherever you want, whenever you want, and damn what anyone else says." Fred sternly responded.

They began arguing. Alex didn't want to be around for it but she knew if she left, Fred would give her a hard time.

She thought about convincing him with Archie but he would've expanded her punishment.

"This is not about my behavior. This is about you and your sister's behavior. We're done here." Fred glared at both.

Archie walked off angry. Alex didn't really walk away right away but she couldn't stand being there for too long so she followed.

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It was the night of the Taste of Riverdale. Also, the night where the girls get revenge on Chuck.

Alex snuck out when her dad left. Archie did too but she didn't really care. She was determined.

She got into her sexiest two piece bathing suit and wore it under her clothes.

She got to Ethel's house.

Veronica opened the door for her.

"Is he here yet?" Alex asked, taking all of her clothes off to leave herself in only her bikini.

"Uh, no, but damn, Alex. You have a nice bod."

Alex chuckled.

She is definitely not straight.

Then they heard someone knock.

"Shit. Where's Betty?" Alex asked, looking around the lot.

"She's inside getting ready. I'll get the door, get yourself wet in the hot tub!" Veronica said in a hushed voice.

Alex thought about what she said for a second but then did what she asked.

Veronica opened the door and there he was.

Alex was nervous but tried to play it cool anyway.

Veronica led him inside.

"Nice." He complimented, looking around.

"Isn't it? It gets very, very hot." Veronica said, her voice filled with sultry.

Alex had to try to hold back her laughs.

She got up to greet him.

"Alex?" his eyes widened.

She smirked. "hmm?"

"We've alread—"

"Let's not talk about irrelevant things now." she cut him off as she caressed his chest, walking away, making sure he was checking her out.

She gets back into the hot tub. Veronica drops her towel and invites Chuck to get in.

"Let's get wet." She said, looking over her shoulder.

Alex bit her lip in order to stop herself from laughing.

"Uh, should we wait for Betty to get here first?" He suggested.

They heard a door open and all of their eyes went to Betty.

Veronica and Alex widened their eyes when they saw her in a black wig and a skimpy outfit.

Alex had to admit, she looked hot.

She smirked while Veronica looked concerned.

"Betty couldn't make it." Betty finally spoke. "So she sent me instead."

Chuck looked stunned. Boy, was he in for the ride of his life.

They finally got Chuck into the hot tub.

Alex got up to check why her phone kept vibrating. She had 2 missed calls and 3 messages from Jughead. She ignored them.

She went to Betty and Veronica who were serving drinks.

Veronica had an incoming call from her mom, which she ignored.

Betty decided to spike Chuck's drink.

"i like where this is going." Alex whispered as she smirked.

"What is that?" Veronica asked.

"Muscle relaxer." Betty simply responded. "Mix it with booze and it lowers your inhibitions. Hello, truth serum."

Alex laughed.

Veronica looked spooked, which made Alex rolled her eyes.

"Maybe we should slow it down a little?" Veronica suggested.

"Hell no." Alex quickly responded.

"It's fine. Right, Chuck?" Betty called out to him.

He was relaxing in the hot tub.

"You don't want to slow down, do you?" Betty asked approaching him.

"Oh, i'm 2 Fast 2 Furious, baby." Chuck assured her.

"Good." Betty held up the drink. "Good boy, Chuck."

She walked closer to him. "Drink up."

And so he did.

It wasn't too long until he passed out.

Veronica noticed.

"Hurry, let's handcuff him before he wakes up." Veronica said, getting the handcuffs.

She passed them to Alex. She was more than happy to handcuff him.

Her adrenaline was making her less anxious by the minute.

Veronica put a record into the record player and pressed play.

"I'll get the remote for the hot tub." Betty went to go fetch it.

They waited for a few minutes. Chuck began to stir. Veronica got her phone ready.

He saw that he was handcuffed and tried to break free. He also noticed that the hot tub was degrees hotter.

"Start recording." Betty instructed her.

Veronica clicked record.

Alex hovered over him as did Betty.

"Hey, guys," Chuck began with his eyes barely open. "It's really hot in here."

Alex smirked.

"And getting hotter by the minute." Betty responded while she turned it up.

"Time to squeal, pig." Betty announced. "Tell the truth about what happened between you and Veronica."

Alex glared at him with her arms crossed.

"We had a good time. She had a good time." Chuck slurred.

He was still hazy, it seemed.

"The truth, Chuck, or so help me, i will boil you alive." Betty threatened.

"What?" Chuck asked, confused. "We made out."

"And then?" Betty said, pushing him to continue.

"And then i took her home!" Chuck raised his voice. "And i didn't give her a sticky maple."

Alex walked over to his jeans and pulled out his belt.

She walked over to Veronica to see how the video was turning it. It was hysterical.

"That is all you had to say, you ass." Veronica snarled. "And now, everyone will know." She said posting the video.

Alex walked over with his belt and quickly wrapped it around his neck, making sure the non buckled end was pulled through the buckled opening. She pulled it, making him struggle to breathe.

Betty smirked while Veronica's eyes widened.

Betty put her right foot on top of Chuck's head to push him down into the water, semi drowning him.

"You like shaming people, Chuck?" Betty taunted.

Both Alex and Betty were fighting over who got to make less oxygen go to his lungs. Alex was pulled the belt while Betty kept pushing his head down.

Chuck was struggling was to breathe.

"You like dehumanizing them?" Betty continued. "Prissy prude by day, freak in the sheets by night?"

"No!" Chuck wheezed.

"Apologize." Betty demanded.

"You guys, calm down." Veronica suggested.

They ignored her. They were getting more aggressive by the minute.

"Say you're sorry!" Betty shouted.

Alex loosened the belt. Chuck gasped for air.

"Okay—Okay! I'm sorry!" Chuck apologized. "I'm sorry for all of it!"

Alex pulled the belt, making Chuck lose some oxygen again.

"What's my name? Hm? What's my fucking name?" Alex snarled harshly into his ear.

Betty tilted her head.

"Al-Alex.." Chuck wheezed.

Alex laughed.

"Good job, pig." Betty praised him.

Alex unwrapped the belt aggressively, leaving a mark around his neck.

She smirked and tilted her head to the side.

"Now, time for your reward." Betty said, opening a fresh bottle of maple syrup.

Alex stood up, knowing what her next move was.

Veronica's jaw dropped.

"A Sticky Maple of your own!" Betty taunted.

Alex laughed.

"Wait, Wh-what?" Chuck said, looking up to her.

"Apologize for ruining Polly!" Betty threatened to spill the bottle.

When he wouldn't, she proceeded to put it all over him.

"What the hell?! Oh, my god!" Chuck gasped.

"Do it, Jason!" Betty continued.

Alex stopped laughing as soon as Betty referred to Chuck as Jason.

"Say you're sorry for destroying me. Apologize for what you did to me!" Betty shouted.

"Look, i'm not Jason!" Chuck shouted back.

Betty continued to pour the syrup.

"I'm not Jason!" Chuck kept shouting.

Alex grew concerned. Veronica and Alex shared a look.

"Betty.." Alex said with her tone full of question.

"Betty! That is enough! Stop, it's over!" Veronica stopped her.

Betty snapped out of it.

"We did it. You did it!" Veronica continued.

Betty looked around, asking herself what she had just done.

"You guys are crazy!" Chuck screamed. "Oh, my god, You're crazy as hell!"

Betty realized she lost herself for a moment.

"Betty?" Alex carefully asked for her attention.

She sighed heavily. "I'm fine."

She moved a strand of her wig out of her face. "We're done here."

Veronica unhand cuffed him. Chuck quickly got up, grabbed his clothes and ran off.

"Go to hell, crazy bitches." Was the last thing he shouted before slamming the door.

The three of them were in shock.

Alex knew she would get questioning looks from them

when she basically strangled Chuck, but what Betty did was way more questioning.

They could tell Betty was still trying to get herself together.

Ethel came out. She noticed Betty was different.

"Did everything go okay?.." Ethel asked carefully.

Alex nodded slowly.

Veronica looked at all of them. "Not a word of this. Alright? To anyone."

Everyone nodded.

They all got dressed again and headed out. None of them talked about it again that night.

Luckily, Alex got home and her dad wasn't there yet. Archie was. He was in the living room watching the sports channel.

"Hey." Alex whispered.

Archie glanced at her. "Where were you?"

Alex shrugged. "With Betty and Veronica."

Archie's brows furrowed. "But where?"

"We were at Veronica's. Just having girl time, Archie." Alex lied.

Archie hummed.

"It's been such a long day. i'm gonna go lie down." She headed upstairs.

Archie nodded.

Alex stopped in her tracks. She climbed down.

"Oh, hey, i forgot to ask, did you see them perform your song?" Alex asked.

Archie sighed with happiness and nodded. "It was amazing. Jughead liked it."

oh, shit. i have to see what he wanted.

She nodded. "That's amazing, Arch. I'm sorry i didn't get to go hear it."

Archie gave an understanding nod. "it's cool. i have a feeling this won't be the last song i help out with."

She smiled. then she headed upstairs.

She called Jughead.

Hello?

"Hey, you called?"

Yeah, i got through to Doiley.

She squealed. "That's so exciting! I'm sorry i wasn't there. I was busy today."

Its cool. I'll see you tomorrow, Alex.

She smiled. "You, too, Jug. Goodnight."

Then they hung up the phone.

She got ready for bed and fell fast asleep.

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It was the next day. Alex didn't feel so good.

She got ready for school anyway.

She walked down the stairs and saw Archie heading for the door already.

"Leaving with out me?" She asked, coming down.

He chuckled. "No, i was just going to check what dad was doing in the garage."

He headed out with Alex following.

They walked together, watching their dad drill holes into the garage's walls.

"Dad, what's going on?" Archie called out.

Fred continued to use the drill. "Well, i am soundproofing the garage."

Archie smiled.

"I figured, you know, while you're grounded, you should at least be productive." Fred continued as he approached them.

Alex scoffed. "You're literally rewarding him for being bad, you know that right?"

Archie nudged Alex. She rolled her eyes.

"This is for you, too, Lexi. To practice your routines. You can turn the volume up as high as you want now." Fred assured her.

She scoffed. "Dad, you hadn't called me 'Lexi' in years."

He smiled. "Yeah, i know. You decided to go by 'Alex,' because 'Lexi' was too girly."

She laughed. Archie joined.

"Anyway," Fred got back on the topic. "To practice your music and stop practice your routines." He looked at both of his children.

They smiled once again.

"This is awesome, Dad. Thank you." Archie said.

"Yeah, dad." Alex agreed while they both took a closer look at the garage.

"I met your music teacher last night." Fred mentioned. "Yeah, Ms. Grundy?"

Archie raised his brows.

"Whoa." Fred continued. "They did not look like that in my day, son."

Alex's face scrunched up. "She's not all that good looking." She admitted.

"Ah, what were you guys talking about?" Archie asked filled with dread.

"You." Fred stated the obvious.

Alex noticed Archie getting a little anxious.

"She believe in you, Archie. So do I." Fred said.

Archie smiled.

"Awww! Hug it out." Alex mocked her happiness.

Fred laughed. "You guys should head to school."

Archie nodded. "Right. Come on, <i>Lexi.</i>"

"Is this your death wish? Because i'll be more than happy grant it." Alex jokingly threaded as they walked off.

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As soon as Alex walked into the school, Archie and her went their separate ways.

She saw Betty setting down a few copies of the newspaper on a table, where students can grab one.

"Hey." Alex greeted.

Betty smiled. "Hey."

"Quite the expose." Veronica interrupted. "Wherever did you find the time to write it?"

Alex grabbed on and skimmed through it. "Yeah, Betty, we were out until at least 1 am."

She sighed. "Stayed up all night. Couldn't sleep after..."

Alex nodded. "Yeah, me neither."

"Betty, Alex.." Veronica began. "You guys came through for me, in a way no one else has before but... Can we talk about what happened?"

Alex opened her mouth to begin to explain but Betty had her own response.

She looked at Veronica confused. "What do you mean?"

Both Alex and Veronica shared a look.

"The wig and everything." Veronica elaborated.

"Yeah, that was intense, and that's coming from me." Alex admitted.

Betty slightly shook her head.

"How far were you guys gonna take it?" Veronica asked, afraid of the answer.

Alex slight scoffed. "Not very far, i mean, he lived..."

"Chuck deserved it." Betty assured them.

"You called him Jason." Veronica got to the point.

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Eventually, they both got tired and said goodnight to each other.

Archie assured her that he would be there for her whenever she needed him. She said the same.

She went back into her room to get ready for bed. The only secret that she was keeping now was Chuck. And that's one that she'll for sure take to her grave. That's if he doesn't spill.

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It was the next day. School was school. Alex was with Betty and Kevin as usual.

They were all at Veronica's locker. Last night, Alex told herself she would have to get herself together. If Veronica was going to date Chuck, she was going to have to accept that and not say anything. She made herself get used to the idea of her talking about him.

And so she did. Kevin asked her about their date.

When she talked about him, Alex tuned her out. As usual.

Suddenly, Ginger and Tina walked by.

"Hey, Veronica. How was the Sticky Maple you had last night?" Ginger faked her interest.

They were all confused.

"The what now?" Veronica asked, thinking she didn't hear her correctly.

"The Sticky Maple Chuck gave you?" Tina responded. "How was it?"

"We had a brownie sundae, if that's what you hyenas mean." Veronica said, completely oblivious.

Alex scoffed. Everyone but her knew what a Sticky Maple was. How didn't Veronica know by now?

All of a sudden, Kevin got a text.

"Oh, my god." Was all he said while he looked at his phone.

Alex and Betty peeked over his shoulder and their jaws dropped.

"What?" Veronica said, snatching his phone to see what everyone was talking about.

Alex was confused.

She was relieved that Chuck didn't betray her like he did to Veronica, but she couldn't figure out why he didn't do something like that to her.

"What the hell is a Sticky Maple?" Veronica asked, mortified.

"It's a faci—" Alex began.

"It's kind of what it sounds like." He interrupted Alex, so she wouldn't continue with her response. She glared at him.

"It's a Riverdale thing." Kevin continued.

"No, Kevin, It's a slut-shaming thing." Veronica correct him.

She went on to talk about how she wasn't a slut or how she wasn't going to be shamed by someone named Chuck Clayton.

Veronica kept ranting. Alex still couldn't believe what he had done. He was different to her. He was nice. He never did anything like this to her. Except sleep with her a couple of times and forgot she existed.

Betty tried to get her to calm down by telling her they can go to the Principal or that she and Alex can expose him in the Blue and Gold.

Veronica went on to call Betty a good girl who always follows the rules. Apparently, she doesn't follow rules, she makes them. She angrily walked off, aggressively handing Kevin his phone back, causing him to fall back into the lockers.

Betty followed.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked Kevin.

"Yeah." He shook it off.

Alex had seen Chuck's true colors that morning and was ready to finally get revenge.

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At lunch time, Jughead and Alex met at the Blue and Gold office. They went to Dilton to find out some stuff for Betty.

They went to some field they were in, doing their training.

"And in that moment of hesitation, you're dead. All of you are dead."

They walked into Dilton Doiley giving a speech to his scouts.

"At ease, Doily." Jughead interrupted.

You can tell Dilton was caught off guard.

Alex snickered to which Jughead responded with a smirk but made it go away as soon as it came.

"We're writing an article for the Blue and Gold. Hoping you can help." Jughead got straight to the point.

"Dismissed." Dilton raised his voice. "But stay close." He quickly added.

"Cheryl, Archie, and this little minx," He looked at Alex. She grinned.

"say they heard a gunshot the morning of July 4th, " He continued. "but they don't know who fired."

"Sheriff Keller already asked me about this." Dilton quickly responded. "And like i told him, my Scouts and I, we didn't hear anything weird."

"I call bullshit." Alex interjected. Dilton glared at her.

"Well, did you see anything weird?" Jughead asked as he got closer to Dilton.

Dilton starting naming unusual things you'd see in the woods. Including Cheryl.

"Smartass." Alex snarled.

Dilton hummed.

Jughead noticed one of the Scouts looking at him. His brows furrowed.

"Look, we don't have a lot of time." His attention went back to Dilton. "But if you change your mind, let me know." Jughead grinned.

He walked away, taking Alex with him.

"What? We're just gonna let him off that easy?" She whispered as they walked away.

"No, we'll get him later." Jughead assured her.

She smirked.

"I'll text you when I can get one of his Scouts alone." Jughead said.

"Okay, but i can't be out later than 7. I'm sort of grounded..." She shamefully said.

Jughead snorted. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

She rolled her eyes.

They got back to school and went on for the rest of the day.

She was with Archie, helping him write again.

"I asked Cheryl to talk to Josie for me." He said as he wrote down the tabs.

Her face twisted. "i had no idea you still wanted her to sing your songs."

"I do. I mostly just want to get them out there, in the open." He admitted.

Alex nodded.

Josie cleared her throat, trying not to interrupt.

Their attention went to her.

"Hey, Josie." Archie greeted. Alex waved with a small smile.

"I love my girl Cheryl, so i am doing her this solid." Josie said with a stern tone. "She said that you needed help with your music since Ms. Grundy bailed on you."

Alex's face scrunched up. "What? She did?" She asked Archie.

He ignored her and nodded at what Josie was saying.

Alex rolled her eyes.

"The Pussycats are playing my mom's event, The Taste of Riverdale, and we are rehearsing every night this week." Josie explained. "Come. Observe. Learn."

She walked off.

"We're grounded, remember?" Alex whispered.

"Shit—" He began.

"This week i'm, uh, i'm grounded." Archie called out.

Josie glared at him.

"Yeah, okay, not your problem. I'll make it work." Archie got the hint.

Alex nudged him.

"Okay." Josie said as she continued to walks

"Thank you." He called out one last time before she left.

She glanced at him and went out the door.

He chuckled.

"Uh, what are you going to say to dad?" Alex asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, you'll cover for me, right?" Archie asked, hopeful.

"What the hell, Arch? That's what got us in trouble in the first place!" Alex said, agitated.

"I know, i'm sorry, but please. i'm begging you." He pleaded. "You know how important this is to me. Dad's never gonna understand."

She sighed. "Fine."

He smiled wide. "Thanks, Alex."

She got a text from Betty, asking Alex to meet her at the office.

"yeah, yeah." she waved him off. "I gotta go. Duty calls. You cool?" She asked.

Archie nodded. "See you later."

She waved and left.

When she walked into the office, she saw Betty with a group of girls.

Betty got up as soon as she saw Alex.

"Hey, Veronica and i might need your help with something." She whispered so that the other girls didn't hear.

Alex was confused but nodded. "What is it?"

"We'll talk about that later. I have to call Veronica." Betty smiled. She walked off, leaving Alex with the girls.

She gave them an awkward small wave.

She was confused.

Betty came back moments later. "Alright, she's on her way."

"Uh, Betty, a word?" Alex smiled.

Betty nodded. She pulled her to the side.

"Um, what's this?" Alex finally asked.

"Oh, these are victims of sexual harassment." She casually said.

Alex widened her eyes. "What?!"

"Yeah.." She nodded. "It's sad, honestly. But that's why we need your help."

Alex remained confused. She shrugged it off.

She sat down next to Betty while they waited for Veronica.

Veronica walked in and was taken back by the group of girls.

"This story is bigger than we thought." Betty sadly said. "I started asking around, to see if what happened to you happened to anyone else, and if anyone would go on record." Betty elaborated.

Alex felt anxious when she figured out what she was talking about.

"I will. 100%." A girl volunteered.

"Okay." Betty said for her to proceed.

Alex felt angry. like she did with Jason. like she did with her mom. she zoned out but at the same time she was listening to Betty and the girl.

"It's five guys on the football team. Chuck and his posse."

Alex's face scrunched up.

"Ethel was just about to tell us.." Betty trailed off, giving the floor to Ethel.

"One day last year, Chuck and i talked in the library for 10 minutes. I helped him with a Pre-Cal problem, and nothing happened."

the girls nodded.

"But the next day, he.." Ethel continued. "He started telling people that i let him do stuff to me."

Alex's face softened. She felt bad for Ethel. She regrets everything she did with Chuck. She felt stupid.

"Like, sex stuff." Ethel's voice broke a little.

Veronica nodded.

"And then he or one of his goons, wrote, 'Sloppy Seconds' on my locker."

Alex could feel her heart shattering into a million pieces. Not because of Chuck, but because she genuinely felt bad for Ethel.

Cheryl suddenly showed up at the door way.

"Yes, yes, we've all heard your tragic origin story." She interrupted.

"I'm so, so sorry, Ethel. That's horrible." Betty held her shoulder to comfort her.

Alex wanted to say something but she couldn't speak.

"Not as horrible as being a suspect in your own brother's torture-murder case, but we all have our crosses." Cheryl interjected.

Alex scoffed. She was about to go off on her to say that not everything was about her but she remembered that her brother, Jason, is dead and she had to let it slide.

"In the meantime, River Vixen practice starts in five minutes, sluts, so..." Cheryl trailed off.

"They're ruining our lives, and to them it's just a game." Ethel continued with her voice breaking. "They keep score and—"

"Wait, what do you mean, keep score?" Alex finally asked with her brows furrowed.

"Each conquests earns them points. They keep track in some secret play book."

Alex scoffed. Chuck just got with her to gain points in that stupid book.

Betty suggested talking to Weatherbee again but Ethel mentions that she already tried. He needed proof. They needed proof.

Cheryl couldn't take it anymore. "Proof of what, Nancy Drew? That boys will be boys? And that playbook reeks of suburban legend."

"How would you know, Cheryl?" Veronica asked.

"Because, Frida Shallow, before he died, my brother was co-captain of the football team with Chuck, and Jason never mentioned it, and he never would've allowed it."

Alex scoffed for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Cheryl claims to know her brother better than anyone else but she was very wrong.

Veronica started ranting and Alex tuned her out. She was too deep into her thoughts. She didn't want to believe that Chuck did all of this for a stupid book.

She put her hand through her hair, stressed.

"We've got to find that book." Veronica desperately said.

"I already tried, it's hidden really well." Ethel responded.

"Well then it looks like we're going hunting tonight." Veronica said with a smirk.

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Jughead texted Alex. He spotted one of Dilton's scouts at Pop's. He told her to meet him there.

She saw him outside and approached him.

"We've got to make this quick, its about to be 7 o'clock." Alex said checking her phone for the time.

Jughead nodded and they headed inside.

When they noticed his dad leave to go pay the check, they took that as a green light to approach him.

Jughead took the cherry of his milkshake which startled him.

"What the hell, man?"

"I saw the way you looked at us." Jughead teased.

Alex smirked.

"During Grizzly training?" Alex tried to jog his memory when he acted like he was confused.

Jughead took his milkshake and a spoon and started eating the whipped cream.

Alex took some on her finger and sucked it clean, getting a very expected reaction out of the Scout. she smirked.

"You're hiding something." Jughead accused.

"It's Scoutmaster Doily." He whispered. "He's lying."

"About what?" Alex asked taking more of the whipped cream.

"The gunshot. It was him."

The two 'detectives' paused and looked at each other.

"He was teaching us how to shoot targets."

Alex's brows furrowed.

"Dilton Doiley shot the gun on July 4th?" Jughead asked , making sure he was understanding.

"He's a hardcore survivalist." He whispered, more harsh than earlier. "He says if we don't protect ourselves, no one will."

Jughead looked defeated. They said goodbye and walked out of Pop's. Jughead walked Alex home.

"That doesn't make any sense." Alex scoffed.

"Yeah, well, we gotta see what Betty thinks tomorrow." he shrugged.

She smiled. "Speaking of..."

He looked at her with his brows furrowed.

"Do you like her?" She smirked.

Jughead's cheeks turned bright pink.

"W-what? no! what's makes you say that?" He stammered.

She laughed as he tripped over his own words.

"You make it obvious, Jug."

He sighed. "It doesn't matter. She doesn't like me back. She likes Archie."

Alex forced a chuckle. "You don't know that, maybe she does."

Jughead shrugged. "I don't know.. I don't even know if i have a crush on her. It's just... I don't know. There's this other girl.." He trailed off.

Alex scoffed. "Ooh, Jughead has a crush on two girls? what do ya know."

"Stop it." He chuckled.

"Well, make up your mind, bud. Soon both of them will be taken." She teased.

He nudged her.

"Hey, so, did anything happen with you and Chuck?" Jughead asked.

Alex was caught off guard. She had forgotten that he knew.

She shrugged, faking her coolness. "No, i mean we hung out but that's it."

Jughead hummed, unconvinced.

"Well good. He doesn't deserve you." He smiled.

She looked at him, surprised.

"Yeah, especially with what he did to those girls.." Alex mentioned.

"Especially.." Jughead emphasized.

She laughed. "Are you mocking me?"

"No! i'm agreeing." He smiled.

They arrived at her house, barely making it to her curfew.

"Thanks, Jug." She smiled and gave him a hug.

He hugged her back. "No problem."

She waved as he walked off.

She walked in. Fred wasn't on the couch. She check her phone to see what time it was.

6:53pm.

She let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm home." She called out to her dad.

"Good. Right on time." He smiled.

She rolled her eyes and groaned. She walked upstairs and into her bedroom.

Archie was already home. He was probably getting ready to leave, she thought.

"Hey, i'm about to leave." Archie bursted into her room, whispering.

She nodded. "Go, i got you."

"Thanks, Alex." He smiled.

Then he walked off. She got a text from Betty.

From: Betty

We're breaking into the school tonight to look for the book. You in?

She sighed.

To: Betty

can't. grounded.

Then it hit her.

Oh, my god. What if they see my name in the book?

Her heart dropped and she started feeling anxious.

She texted Betty to give her updates every now and then.

She tried to calm herself but she couldn't.

Eventually, she brushed it off and told herself it was whatever.

She was watching a movie in her room when she decided she wanted a snack.

She put pause and went downstairs to make some popcorn.

Fred walked in. "You sharing?"

She sighed dramatically. "I don't share with people who aren't fair."

"Haha. You almost got me."

She fake smiled at him then continued to make her popcorn.

"Where's Archie?" He asked.

She widened her eyes.

"Uh, he's in the shower." she nodded.

Fred hummed.

3 minutes later, her popcorn was done. she put them in a bowl and took them upstairs to continue watching her movie.

Betty texted her occasionally to let her know what went down.

They had found the book but Betty didn't mention anything about her name being in it.

She sighed in relief.

[jugxbets]

ALS Chapter Two pt 2

a/n: didnt fit in one post so i had to separate it. will probably do it again with other chapters.

"No, nothing like that.. if i tell you, will you swear you won't tell anyone? Like anyone at all? And you won't ask questions until i'm ready to talk?"

yes, of course. On my mother's pearls. What's wrong?

Alex heavily sighed. "I need a plan b pill."

She heard Veronica lightly gasp on the other line.

<i>o-okay, ill get it for you as soon as I can and we can talk later.</I>

She hung up. She had tears streaming down her face and she didn't even realize. She was scared that if she waited any longer, she would end up pregnant.

Moments later, Veronica texted her to tell her she was outside.

She rushed to get there, getting a questioning look from her dad, who was in the living room.

She walked outside, where she saw Veronica waiting with a paper brown bag in her hands, with her face filled with nothing but concern.

"Thank you." A wave of relief ran through Alex's body when Veronica handed the bag to her.

Veronica nodded. She was debating whether she should ask or not.

Alex took the box out and shoved it down her shorts. She covered the very noticeable box print with her shirt the best she could. She crumbled the bag, and threw it across the lawn.

"You can't tell Archie." Alex whispered.

Veronica nodded once again.

"What happened?" She finally asked.

Alex rolled her eyes. "The obvious."

"But why didn't you—"

"Not here, Veronica." Alex cut her off. "My dad and Archie are inside."

"Does this mean we're friends again?" Veronica gave a small smile.

Alex smiled back. "I guess."

Veronica squealed and hugged Alex. She returned her hug.

"Just don't go breaking Betty's heart. She's had too much of that from stupid Archie." Alex rolled her eyes.

Veronica nodded. "I won't, I promise."

"Okay, well thank you, once again." Alex said with a kind smile.

"For sure, and hey, if you need a 'test,' you know who to call." She joked.

Alex laughed. "Just go."

And she left.

Alex raced back upstairs to take the pill. She took it as instructed.

She let out another sigh of relief, possibly the last one of the night.

She started undressing herself to get into her pajamas. She noticed her waist was bruised. She took a better look in the mirror.

Yep. Bruised.

She huffed. She decided not to think too much about it and continue getting ready for bed.

She fell fast asleep.

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School was boring the next day. She was sad that Chuck didn't even acknowledge her.

Her heart dropped when she saw Veronica exceptionally close to him in the student's lounge.

She didn't say anything about it and sat on the counter next to Jughead. She began blasting music through her ears, not listening to what any of them said.

Although, it didn't matter how loud she put the volume up, she can still hear Reggie trying to play detective.

She rolled her eyes.

"It's called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?" Jughead snapped back.

Alex tried holding back a laugh but failed terribly.

She stopped laughing when Reggie launched himself at Jughead. Archie stopped him.

"Hey, shut the hell up, Reggie." He pushed him.

Alex jumped off the counter.

"Archie.." she scolded.

"What do you care, Andrews?" Reggie asked, sparking up some more tension between the two.

"Nothing, just leave him alone." Archie simply stated.

"Holy crap." Reggie said, in a surprised tone. "Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy, blood brother thing?"

He got closer to Archie's face.

Alex tried getting in between them so it wouldn't get physical but Jughead held her back.

Then Archie pushed Reggie again.

"Archie, stop it." Alex demanded.

Reggie paused for a second before he launched himself completely at Archie. He pushed him into the vending machine, causing them to break the glass.

Jughead didn't bother to hold Alex anymore since he tried getting Reggie of off him. Moose got up and grabbed Jughead.

Alex was going to step in as well, but Betty was on her feet by then and she insisted on holding her back.

They fell on to the floor where Reggie punched the living daylights out of him.

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They ended up back home. Alex gave an ice pack to Archie for him to put on his face. Where the bruise was.

"You're such an idiot." Alex snarled.

He sighed.

"Ooh." Fred interrupted.

Both of their attention went to him.

"I hate to ask this, but did you get that in a fight with Jughead?" Fred asked carefully.

"No. It was with Reggie." Archie assured him. "It's a long story."

"I think I can tell it pretty quick." Alex interjected.

"Not that." Archie cut her off. "Jughead and i, we were disagreeing about a girl."

He sighed. "Because there's this girl.."

"There usually is." Fred interrupted.

"But it's not about me and Jughead, it's about me and this girl." Archie elaborated.

Alex's face scrunched up. "What girl?"

"... no one you know." Archie hesitated.

She scoffed.

"Alex, will you give us a moment?" Fred turned to Alex.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna go for a walk."

She headed out.

As soon as she stepped outside, she got a text from Chuck.

From: Chuck

Come over?

She grinned and walked on over to his house.

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It was the night of the Pep Rally. The first game the cheerleading got to cheer for. She promised herself she would be the loudest for Archie.

Even though he's been acting weird lately, she wanted to let him know she was there for him without telling him directly.

She jumped up and down with her pom poms, despite her still being sore from the night before.

She saw Jughead by the bleachers and approached him.

"You alright?" She called out as she ran up to him.

"Never been better." He sarcastically responded.

"I saw how Moose grabbed you. I was just checking in." She shrugged.

"Thanks." He blandly said.

She nodded.

"Nice outfit." He chuckled.

"Shut up." She laughed.

She saw Archie approaching them from the corner of her eye.

"Can you give us a minute?" Archie asked Alex.

She blinked. "Uh, yeah, I'm gonna go back to the field. Enjoy the game." She smiled at Jughead.

He tried his best to smile back.

She ran back to the cheerleaders. They continued to jump up and down, and cheer.

It physically hurt Alex for her to be this perky.

In the back of her mind, she had hoped Jughead and Archie would make up.

It started drizzling. She groaned. She hated rain.

She shook it off and continued being peppy. She couldn't get yelled at by Cheryl in front of anyone.

It was time for the cheerleaders to get in formation. The principal introduced the mayor.

She went on to talk about how lacking the heart of school spirit wasn't the Riverdale way.

She continued with her small speech, that Alex had already began tuning out.

Cheryl looked out of it. Alex could tell she was trying to keep herself together.

Mayor McCoy eventually introduced the cheerleaders and her daughter's band, Josie and the Pussycats.

Everyone cheered.

They started performing. Everything was going smoothly.

The song ended and so did the performance.

Everyone cheered again.

The cheering continued when the coach introduced the football players.

Alex heard and cheered as loud as she could.

Archie smiled at her.

Cheryl saw Archie and couldn't help but lose it. She ran off inside the school, leaving everyone wondering what had happened.

Veronica followed her.

"What happened?" Alex asked Betty.

She shrugged. "Lets go find out."

Betty ran, leading Alex to the building.

They walked into the girls locker room where they saw Cheryl sobbing.

They both felt bad.

"I'm alone." Cheryl continued to sob.

"You're not alone. It's okay." Veronica tried to comfort her.

Alex shed a tear. She saw Cheryl's real pain that night. She couldn't imagine losing her own brother. Looking at Cheryl made her realize that she would die if Archie was gone like Jason.

Cheryl went in to hug Veronica and sob into her shoulder.

Betty zoned out.

Eventually, Veronica advised Cheryl to go home. She obviously wasn't in the mood for a pep rally. Cheryl ended up taking her advice.

The girls went back to the football field and acted like nothing happened. The game went on and finished.

Betty was looking at Veronica like she missed.

"Go talk to her." Alex nudged her

Betty sighed.

She approached Veronica. Alex followed.

"Hey." She began. "We saw you and Cheryl."

Alex nodded when Veronica looked at her.

"Not many girls would've done what you did." Betty admitted.

"I know I wouldn't have." Alex confessed.

They chuckled.

"Full disclosure. I've had my share of emotional breakdowns." Veronica also confessed.

"If you're not doing anything, do you wanna go get a milkshake at Pop's with Alex and I?" Betty invited her.

"Are you sure?" Veronica laughed.

"Yeah." Betty assured her.

"Guys, I'd love that." She accepted.

They smiled at each other and walked off.

They went to Pop's where as promised, they got some milkshakes.

"Betty.." Veronica began. "Can we make a vow?"

Alex looked at them with curiosity.

"Sure." Betty shrugged.

"That no matter what, no boy will ever come between us again." Veronica continued.

Betty smiled.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

"Thank god for that." Alex sarcastically said. They laughed.

The chimes of the door caught their attention.

It was Archie and Jughead.

They all awkwardly smiled at each other.

"Do you guys want to join us?" Betty offered.

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes." Jughead broke it. "But only if you're treating."

They laughed. Alex slid down the booth so Betty can make room for Archie. Jughead climbed into the other side of Veronica.

Veronica introduced herself to Jughead.

He did the same, where she furrowed her brows and smiled at his name.

They all talked and laughed amongst each other for the rest of the night.

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It was the Monday. Everyone was in Biology.

Chuck was in the same class now and he ignored Alex. She tried not to take it so personal but she couldn't help it.

"Hey, you okay?" Jughead noticed.

"Yeah." She shook her head and chuckled.

Jughead narrowed his eyes.

The Principal Weatherbee and Sheriff Keller walked into the class.

Everyone's attention went to them.

Cheryl suddenly stood up.

"You're here for me, aren't you?" She softly said. "Because of the autopsy?"

Everyone looked at her.

"We don't need to do this in front of your classmates, Cheryl." Weatherbee said.

"It's all right, Principal Weatherbee." Cheryl assured him. She put out her wrists for them to hand cuff. "They'll find out soon enough."

"Now that won't be necessary." Keller said, chuckling.

"Wait, Cheryl, find out what?" Veronica interjected.

"That I'm guilty." Cheryl's voice broke.

Everyone's eyes widened and gasped.

They took her out of the classroom and into the Principal's office.

Eventually, everyone found out that Jason didn't die on the Fourth of July. But that he had died over a week later.

[jugxbets]

ALS Chapter Two continued pt 1

Alex scoffed. Jughead noticed.

"How about you? Everything okay with you and that new girl?" He asked.

"No. She's a spoiled, bitch who'll whine if she doesn't get what she wants." Alex coldly said.

"Oh, so you hate her because she's just like you?" Jughead teased.

She playfully nudged him and laughed. "Shut up."

When she heard Moose say that Kevin was with him, she turned around to look at him to give him a wink. He nervously smiled in response.

Then she looked back at her table. Their assignment was to dissect a dead frog.

"And what are suppose to learn from doing this?" she asked, disgusted.

"I have no clue, but should be an easy A, smarty pants."

She laughed.

Then the 'living mannequins' interrupted.

"So, if you're here, does that mean you're smarter than Archie?" Ginger asked.

Alex blinked.

"What does it matter?" She shrugged.

They shrugged. "So are you guys like a thing?" Tina joined Ginger on her '21 questions' game.

Alex blushed while Jughead shuffled in his seat awkwardly.

"U-uh, no." Alex shook her head as she chuckled.

The girls smirked.

Their attention then went to Cheryl, who was cutting open a frog a little more aggressive than needed.

They gasped when they saw her stab it and move the scalpel down its body.

That caused Alex and Jughead to glance at Cheryl with their brows furrowed.

The class went on.

Jughead and Alex messed around most of the time but got the assignment done.

It was time for them to go to the rest of their classes. Most of them had the same schedule.

Then it was lunch time. Betty, Kevin, Alex, and Veronica were walking across the football field with their lunches in their arms.

"So, what did Moose want?" Veronica asked, taking the words out of Alex's mouth as she was about to ask the same thing.

"Oh, my god, I don't even think he knows." Kevin admitted.

The girls giggled.

He went on to talk about Moose. Alex was annoyed by the fact at how everyone was forgiving Veronica so quickly.

"Okay, well, I ship it." Veronica chuckled.

"Well, of course, you would. You're a big city girl with loose morals."

Alex snickered. She loved how shady Kevin could be.

Then he continued to talk about Moose.

"...part of me wishes he would just stay in the darn closet." Kevin absentmindedly said.

Alex cringed. Probably shouldn't have said closet, she thought.

It got awkward real fast. Especially when he tried to clarify that he didn't mean a literal closet.

Alex went around the table to sit next to Archie.

"Archie!" Veronica basically shouted.

Alex glared at her.

"Any new material you wanna try out in a very forgiving audience?" She asked.

"Not all of us are forgiving." Alex pointed out with a smirk.

Veronica's face went blank.

"I..." Archie began to protest.

"Please?" Veronica pleaded.

"Would you? I'd love to hear it." Betty said as she put in her best smile.

Alex sighed. She desperately wanted to change the subject.

"Give me the guitar." Alex said as she put her hands out.

"Why?" Archie questioned as he passed it to her.

"I'll play, you sing." She said, strumming the guitar. It threw her off.

"Okay, first of all, this is out of tune."

He chuckled. She tuned it and made Archie proceed with his song.

He grabbed his journal. "I'm still working on the lyrics, so..." he made sure everybody knew.

"Yeah, yeah, get on with it." Alex said, ready to play.

She began strumming the guitar. Archie started to sing.

He barely got through the chorus when Alex noticed that Betty was crying.

Kevin and Veronica clapped when he finished.

"Betty, are you okay?" Alex asked concerned.

Then everyone else looked at her.

She let out a humorless chuckle.

"I'm supposed to say, 'yes.' That's what the nice girl always but.." she said, as her voice broke. She got up. "No, I'm not. I want to be, I thought I could be. But it's too much, too fast."

"Archie.." she sobbed.

"Betty.." Archie sympathetically said.

She walked off.

Alex nudged Archie. "Go after her, idiot."

He put his journal down and did what his sister told him to.

Both Kevin and Alex glared at Veronica. It filled her with guilt.

"Guys, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" She desperately asked.

"Until Betty believes you." Alex hissed.

She put Archie's guitar down and stormed off.

She went inside. She wandered down the empty halls. Everyone's lunch period was at this time so no one was really present in the hallways at the moment.

Her mood changed when she walked by Jason's locker. It changed from mild anger to complete sadness. It was surrounded by cards, candles, and flowers. She tried not to let her feel any kind of sympathy for the Blossoms but it was hard to do that now that it's been clarified that he was murdered.

She sighed heavily as she thought about him.

She continued walking towards her locker. She needed her books for her last class.

"You miss me?" She heard a familiar voice say.

She turned around only to see Chuck.

She smiled. "Of course."

He reached in for a kiss, which she returned. He pulled her closer to him by her tiny waist.

He pushed her against the lockers gently.

She grunted when her back hit the cool metal. She smirked while her lips were still intertwined with his.

He pulled back, still keeping her body in place.

"Come to my house later?" He smirked. "My dad'll be working late."

She hesitated to answer. She knew what he wanted and she wasn't sure she was going to give it to him.

It had only been a few weeks but she was crushing on him hard. He told her he felt the same but that they couldn't date because his father wouldn't allow it with it being football season and all. So he convinced her to keep their "fooling around" a secret.

"Um, I'll have to see. I might have homework, so..." she trailed off.

He chuckled. "You can say no if you don't want to."

"No, I do." She nervously chuckled. "I'll go. After cheer practice.”

He smiled. "See you then."

He pecked her on the lips before walking off.

She went back to her locker and closed it.

Weatherbee snuck up behind her.

"Alexandria."

She gasped as she turned around to face him.

"Yes?" She responded.

"Can I talk to you about your brother for a moment?" He asked.

"Uh, sure." She said as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Let's step into my office."

She nodded. He lead the way.

She had just been there this morning, what did he want?

He cleared his throat once they were sitting across each other.

"Has Archibald been acting weird lately?" Weatherbee got right into it.

Alex was taken back by his question. She raised an eyebrow as she tried to recall.

"No, not that I've noticed." She shrugged.

"Hm." He hummed. "Do you think he might know anything about Jason's death?"

Alex hesitated to answer. Every time she asked or talking to him about it, he would get weird and quickly change the subject. She covered for him out of instinct

"Uh, no." Her brows furrowed. "What makes you say that?"

He shrugged. "I'm just trying to figure out the whole situation, is all."

Alex nodded. "I think we all are."

"Agreed. Thank you for your time. You can head to class." His hand gestured towards the door.

She nodded and headed out.

She went to her last class. She couldn't concentrate though. She had too many questions to ask Archie. Was he a suspect?

She spent the whole period thinking about it.

Then it was time for cheer rehearsal. Cheryl seemed very stressed and overwhelmed.

Alex did what Cheryl asked her to in order not to get into a fight with her. Alex helped her choreograph the squad, like agreed.

She thought the whole dance was good, but she felt like something was missing.

"You're right about that, little Andrews." Cheryl said as she observed her squad from a far.

The only reason she obeyed Cheryl's demands was because she would rather do that than to listen to Veronica and Betty argue.

"Stand down, vixens." Cheryl interrupted. "And listen up."

She went on about how the squad was letting her down.

She mentioned that everyone's attention would be in her and that they would be waiting for her to breakdown. She said she wouldn't.

"..I need start power, like Alex here, suggested."

"Well, I didn't real—" Alex began.

"I need the Pussycats." Cheryl cut her off.

"Stay loose and limber, ladies, while I make a call." She shouted.

Alex went to a corner, that Veronica and Betty happened to be in. She took a sip of her water and began to stretch.

She heard Veronica talk about how psychotic the way Cheryl was grieving was. Betty shaded her by saying she wasn't putting on an act, implying that Veronica was.

"For the record, I only went into that closet with Archie, so that Cheryl wouldn't."

Alex rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but overhear their already sparked up argument. She thought about interjecting but she didn't want to hear any more of Veronica's lies.

"It is not my fault he doesn't like you." Veronica snapped.

"If that's what you were thinking.." she quickly added.

The rest of what she said, Alex sort of agreed. She was still a bitch though.

Their argument got more heated by the minute until Cheryl interrupted them.

Alex kept minding her own business while she stretched.

She overheard Betty inviting Cheryl to get mani pedis and blowouts after school. That was to purposely get under Veronica's skin.

Then they walked off.

Veronica turned to Alex.

"You wanna yell at me too?"

"Do not start with me." Alex warned.

She sighed.

Alex rolled her eyes. "I overheard. I agreed with most of the things you said. But again, you did NOT have to go into the closet with Archie. Even if Cheryl went in with him, she would be angry at her, not at you."

Veronica nodded. She rubbed her face with her hands in frustration as she groaned.

"Just give her time. You're forcing it." Alex mentioned.

Veronica nodded.

Rehearsals ended. Alex checked her phone. She had a message from Chuck.

From Chuck:

Can't wait to see you.

She smiled.

She grabbed her stuff and headed out the doors.

She began walking to Chuck's house. It wasn't that far but it wasn't as close as her house was.

She arrived and rang the doorbell.

He greeted her and welcomed her inside.

They headed up to their room where they began the making out on his bed.

They've gotten to this point before but she always stopped when she feared it would go too far. This time she wasn't sure she cared.

His hand, that was on her thigh, started to wander up her short shorts. She whimpered at his touch.

Their session got hotter by the minute.

He started yanking her shorts down.

Alex stopped kissing him.

"What are you doing?" She nervously asked.

"Don't worry." He kissed her neck. "I'll be gentle."

She hesitantly nodded and continued to kiss him.

When he took her shorts off, she starting pulling at his shirt. He took the hint and pulled it off, reconnecting their lips as he got it off.

He was on top of her. Her legs were spread out, whereas he was at her entrance. She felt his bulge as he occasionally pressed himself against her. The contact would make her whimper, wanting more.

She took her shirt off as well. Her hands trailed down to his belt and zipper as she unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. Her hands ran along his very visible bulge. He moaned softly when he felt her petite hands where he needed her the most.

She was a bit nervous because he was quite big. She decided she didn't care and proceed to pull his underwear down, not taking them off completely.

He took her panties off and finally, he placed himself at her entrance.

They both moaned softly at the contact.

"You're so wet." He grunted as he kept pressing himself against her.

she moaned in response. she was shaky and kinda nervous because they were going to fast but she didn’t wanna ruin the moment.

"Do you want it?" He seductively asked, as he placed his arms on either side of her head, kissing her neck.

"Y-yes." She breathlessly moaned.

"Tell me. Tell me you do." He continued to kiss her neck.

"I-I want it. I want it so bad." She said with so much lust and need in her voice.

He gripped her waist with both of his hands and gently, like he promised, placed himself inside of her.

Her brows knit together as she felt all of him inside of her. She let out a loud moan once he was all in.

He snapped his hips back and forth, meeting hers. Her breaths were ragged and short. He was grunting the whole time, which turned Alex on more.

His hand ran along her stomach and starting rubbing her clit, causing her to moan louder.

"What's my name?" Chuck suddenly grunted.

Alex just moaned in response.

"I said," he said, grabbing her in a light chokehold, "what's my name?" He growled.

She swore she could've melted in his grip right there and then.

"C-Chuck." She moaned

Chuck moaned as he kept going, and faster. He was about to finish and so was she.

"Scream it." He demanded.

She was getting closer and closer with every stroke he made.

One last stroke and she screamed his name. That made him finish right there and then as well.

He rested his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. She was breathing quick too.

He extracted himself from her and laid beside her.

Alex was still trying to catch her breath. She knew she would be sore after this.

Chuck pulled his underwear and jeans up. He zipped and buckled them back up.

Alex sat up and started putting her clothes back on.

"You were great for your first time." Chuck admitted.

o-oh. he thought it was my first time.

Alex chuckled nervously and went along with it. "Thanks, I guess."

"Are you sore?" He asked leaning in for a kiss, which Alex gave to him.

"A little, but I'll be okay." She chuckled once again.

"Alright. Do you think you'll be good to walk home?" My dad's gonna get here soon." He casually said as he put his shirt back on.

What? That was it?

"U-uh, yeah, I guess so.." she stammered.

Chuck laid back down and pulled out his phone to go through his socials.

"Cool." Was all he said.

She got her bag and left.

She was sort of limping when she was walking but it went away after a couple of blocks.

She couldn't help but think that Chuck just used her. She felt her eyes well up with tears. She decided to fight them and not let them stream down her face.

She took a deep breath, and told herself everything would be okay.

She got home and saw Jughead, and Archie having a little argument outside.

"What? What are you gonna do?" Jughead asked, tempting Archie.

That was the only thing she overheard.

"Uh, is everything okay?" Alex carefully asked.

"Everything's fine." Archie didn't hesitate to answer her question.

Jughead just glared at him. They didn't break eye contact once.

"O-okay." She shook her head. "Hi, Jug."

"Hi." He bitterly responded. The bitterness wasn't intended for her but it came out that way anyway.

Then Fred stepped outside.

"Hey, Jug. Coming in?" Fred offered. "We got take-out from Pop's."

"He was just leaving." Archie answered for him.

"Archie." Alex scoffed.

Jughead scrunched his face up and walked away.

Archie went inside and Alex followed.

"Why are you home so late?" Fred asked Alex.

"I had cheer practice." She lied.

"I was just with Veronica." Archie said as his brows furrowed.

She stammered. "Oh- uh- with Cheryl. Just Cheryl. She asked me to help her choreograph so.."

Archie narrowed his eyes.

"And what the hell is up with you?" Fred continued to ask Archie.

"Nothing. I lost my appetite." Archie said, walking out of the kitchen to climb the stairs.

Alex scoffed and followed him.

She barged into his room.

"What the hell, Alex, knock fir—"

She cut him off. "Why have you been acting so weird?"

It caught him off guard.

"Why is Weatherbee asking me if I think you know anything about Jason's death? Hm?" She hummed when she got no response.

"A-And you're fighting with Jughead now? I mean seriously, what the fuck is going on?"

He looked away, shameful. “I-i don't know what to say to you.." He finally said after a moment of silence.

Alex let out a humorless chuckle. "Of course. That's perfect. That's just the fucking cherry on top."

She stormed off and went into her room, slamming the door. She felt betrayed because she kept covering for Archie whenever he needed it and there was something he wasn't telling her. Something is going on, she knows it.

She threw herself on her bed and screamed in frustration into her pillow.

Then something hit her. A thought: Chuck didn't wear a condom.

"FUCK!" She screamed into the pillow.

She sat up and starting to come up with a plan. She needed a plan b pill. Asap.

She thought about calling Betty, to ask her to get it for her but she knew she wouldn't. If her mother found it, she would kill them both.

Then she thought about Kevin but he's the type to blurt things out. She couldn't let him know.

There was no way she would ask her dad or Archie, or even Jughead.

It came down to one person.

She dialed their number.

Alex? I think you got the wrong phone number.

"N-no, i dialed it correctly. This is Veronica, right?" Her voice sounded shaky.

"I could really use your help.." Alex's voice broke.

what happened? Are you hurt?

“Nothing like that.. can you just do me a huge favor?”