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Serpent's Secret

Request: Yes / No Hi could you possibly do a Sweet Pea x Jones!Reader where her and Jug are twins and when Betty throws the small party that ends up going wrong in S1 but instead of chuck reveling the secret about Betty instead it’s about Y/n being a serpents and Sweet Pea there and he and Chuck get onto a fight then they go home and she helps him clean up his cuts a smuty ending please 🙏🏻 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙃 Anon

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1601

Warnings: SMUT! Chuck and Sweet Pea getting in a fight? Rough sex, Dom!Sweet Pea

Y/N: Your Name

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Declaring My Love, 1 Post-It At A Time

Day One of the Galentine’s Collab hosted by @wildflowersandvibranium and @pinksplace

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Jones!Reader

Word Count: 1.52k

Warnings: None 🌸

A/N: It’s been a while so excuse my rustiness 🙈

You’d been working as the head physician for the New Avengers’ medical team. You loved your job. Alexei always made you laugh. You and Yelena often had a battle of wits. You’d inevitably win. This usually led to her getting the medical care she always claimed she didn’t need. She did. Your scientific mind was tickled by Ava’s suit. You were probably a bit harsher with your bedside manner with John; but who could really blame you? Bob would wander in with a laceration he swore he didn’t remember having. Bucky, well, Bucky rarely came to see you. When he did, he was very pleasant and a bit flirtatious.

And I mean, the pay was, the pay was, the pay let you live in a brownstone, so yeah, you loved your job. But you were lacking in your personal life. It wasn’t that you were unattractive, but you definitely had issues with a bit of awkwardness, which came from skipping grades and earning several doctorates, taking up all your time at the expense of your emotional growth. But as of now, you are struggling with time management. Most men had an issue with their girlfriend being at the watchtower at all hours of the night, and not being able to introduce them to the team, I mean, where were the perks in that? That came with the job, and you loved it. But you couldn’t lie when the holidays, especially Valentine’s Day, made you feel a bit lonelier than usual.

You were pretty lost in your thoughts as you used medical-grade skin adhesive to close up a wound on Bucky’s chest. You’d found that sutures were a waste of time with the speed at which the serum healed his wounds. “ So do you have any plans for Valentine's?”

“ Isn’t Valentine’s Day not for a few weeks?”

“ Well, yeah, but a lot of people plan beforehand.”

“ Welp, Sarge. I ain’t one of them. I haven’t been on a proper date in…god… it might be close to a year. So no Valentine’s plans for me. What about you?” You asked, setting down the now-empty adhesive bottle onto your medical tray.

“ I don’t have any plans either, yet. But maybe that might change.”

“ Aww. Are you planning on wooing a dame?”

“ Maybe. But I’m not sure what I’d do for them. Do you have any ideas?”You had to bite your lip to hold back your irritation at the thought of Bucky even thinking about another girl before you answered him.

“ I don’t know about everyone, but I’m a sucker for words of affirmation. So even something as simple as a little post-it note on my desk would definitely woo me,” you said with a smile.

In all honesty, you’d forget that answer by that same evening, but Bucky sure didn’t.

—

Roughly a week and a half after that conversation, you spotted a Post-it stuck to your desk. At first, you assumed it was just another reminder from one of your nurses about a surgery you’d probably already forgotten. Instead, you got hit with what could only be described as a love note. Because apparently, your life is a romcom now.

It read: You make my heart smile <3. Simple, borderline cheesy, and yet your face went warm anyway. You flipped it over, half-expecting a name, but of course there was nothing. Over the next few days, the sticky notes kept coming, each one more embarrassingly romantic than the last.

The second one was: No matter how much time I spend with you, I always end up wanting more.

On the days that you found a note on your desk, you walked around all day with a smile on your face.

One day, Yelena and Bob teased you about it during lunch. “ So, Yn, have you figured out who has been leaving you those sappy sticky notes?” Yelena asked, before popping another fry into her mouth.

“ No, I haven’t. I’ve asked around, and no one knows anything. On top of that, I checked the security cameras around my office, and nothing. It’s like whoever’s leaving them is a ghost.”

“ Ooh, have you asked Ava?” Bob said before taking another slurp of his strawberry shake.

You shook your head,“ I did. I asked everyone on the team except Bucky, but he’s been on a mission this past few weeks, so it couldn’t be him. But whoever’s sending them is beyond sweet.”

“ So what would you do if you found them?” Bob inquired.

“ Well, I might–”

“ What you need to do is take them to bone town,” Yelena blurted out, “ It’s been so long since you’ve been with anyone, yes?”

“ Yeah, but I don’t think I could do that. But it’d still be nice to know.”

After that, the topic of conversation moved on to different things, like Yelena’s guinea pig, maybe being pregnant.

—

The note on the 13th day, the day before Valentine’s Day, made your eyes water: If you give me a chance, I will love you, kindly, softly, and gently. I will love you in ways that never make you question your worth. I will love you like that for eternity. You are everything and more, sweetheart.

You’d decided that, come hell or high water, you’d figure out who your secret admirer was.

It obviously was someone with access to the tower, so any one of your coworkers. You decided to send out a mass email, and it stated: Whoever has been leaving very kind words in my office has been making my day. Please let me return the favor by letting me buy you a coffee tomorrow morning. We can meet up at a coffee shop at 9:00am. But there’s no pressure.

You made sure to write down the address of the place you’d be waiting and triple checked to make sure neither Mel nor Valentina was cc’d into this email before you sent it out. You could only hope that you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s morning on your own.

—

You were on your second chai latte at 9:15, and honestly, you were ready to leave when you turned for the 100th time to the sound of the bell above the coffee shop’s door. And you gasped when your eyes locked on Bucky, his sea blue eyes emphasized by the blue hoodie he was wearing under his coat. He made his way towards you, and you couldn’t help but pull your beanie further down your face out of embarrassment.

“ It was you?” You asked as soon as he sat down next to you.

“ Yeah, it was.”

“ But you… " You were on a mission.”

“ I was, but I paid Ava to leave the notes on your desk for me. Kept things anonymous,” the former congressman said with a subtle wink.

You felt warmth flood your cheeks.“ Why did you… why did you send them?” you said, your mouth becoming drier than you would have liked.

“You told me you liked them,” Bucky said with a shrug.

“When the hell did I… oh my god, when you asked me about wooing someone, you were talking about me?”

“ Well, yeah, I’ve kinda liked you for a while, Dr. Jones,” Bucky said, rubbing his hand against his neck.

“You’re in luck, Sarge. I’ve liked you for a while, too. In fact, I was a bit jealous when you said you wanted to woo someone.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“ Yeah,” you said, flirtatiously, barely realizing how close you two were.

That is, until Bucky practically jumped away from you, “ So do you have any recommendations?” Bucky asked now, barely looking at you.

“I mean, the lattes are good.”

“ Right, sounds good,” Bucky swiftly got up to order his coffee.

While you waited, you couldn’t lie; you were a bit flustered and embarrassed. For a second there, you thought Bucky might kiss you, but you guessed you’d been wrong. You pulled out the sticky notes you’d kept in your purse the whole time, you took one, turning it over to write your own note. When Bucky came back, you slid it towards him.

Will you be my valentine? Check yes or no.

It took two seconds for him to check a box and slide it back to you . ‘Yes’ was clearly checked. So you handed him the second note that you still had in your palm.

Kiss me?

Bucky blushed when he read it, and for a second, you regretted being so bold, but before you could apologize, Bucky’s lips were on yours. His lips were surprisingly soft, and his breath tasted unsurprisingly like the peppermint latte he’d taken a swig of. When you pulled away, you both were panting.

When he placed his forehead against yours, you couldn’t help but let out, “ Best Valentine’s ever.”

And you’d never forget what happened next: He giggled. Bucky Barnes giggled.

You never stopped reminding him about it, not when he asked you to be his girl, not on your first anniversary, not when you got engaged, not during your wedding speech, not even after you gave birth to your first kid, Samuel Grant Barnes.

The End

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Why Didn’t You Tell Me? - Tom Keller / Platonic!Jughead

Requested by: @bad-for-omnitraxus-prime

Hey, could you possibly do a fanfic for Tom Keller? Maybe the reader is Jughead's sister and a couple years older than Kevin and the gang but they find out about Tom and the reader being together? I loved your Tom Keller fanfic. Thank you.

I left the age and how long the two had been together up to the readers, not specifically mentioning numbers or dates. Other than that, I followed it as best as I could. I threw in just the tiniest bit of conflict in there so I hope you don’t mind. Also, sorry about the wait!

(Should I continue watching btw? I stopped after the first episode of season 5 because I was bored waiting for a new episode every week lmao)

Warnings: The tiniest bit of language. Smidge of angst. Fluff. Age gap! (I think that’s it lmao)

Words: 2,756

Pairings: Tom Keller x Jones!Reader / Jughead Jones x sister!Reader (platonic) (female reader)

Kevin//you know i'll never be lonely, you're my only one

Request: Hi can I request a platonic Kevin/Jones!reader where Jug'a sister is best friends with Kevin and is with the core 4 when they find him alone at the Farm and she brings him home with her and there's hugging and hot chocolate and cuddling? Please? My boy needs love!

hey! i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again...kevin keller deserves the world! anyway, i hope you enjoy! also, the title is from a queen song (you’re my best friend) if you’re wondering! i absolutely love this song, and i recommend you listen to it if you’re sad (which i hope you’re not). also, to the anon (and anyone else who needs it) who was sad last night, i don’t know if this is something you’re going to read, but if you do, i hope it cheers you up!

When the sun rose over Riverdale, bringing with it a new day as well as a second chance, you thought it was the end of your troubles.

A night of being hunted down with your friends and brother through the dark woods had eventually ended. And as you hugged the people you thought you’d die with, you knew you don’t think you’d ever be as happy to see Cheryl Blossom ever again.

However, just as day was bringing a new dawn, effectively solving all your problems, across town they were just starting for your best friend.

You just didn’t know yet.

Its only when Betty pulls away from your group hug, frantically asking about her mom do you realize that maybe not everything is okay. Because despite the fact that the five of you are safe, it doesn’t mean everybody else is.

And at the top of that very long list is Kevin Keller.

Betty is first through the chapel door, but you’re not far behind her and as soon as you run in, you come to an abrupt halt. If it weren’t so depressing, the scene in front of you would have been breathtaking. The candles flickering, the clothes neatly folded and the general atmosphere reminds you of something from an old film.

But as soon as you see Kevin sat on the floor, legs pulled up to his chest and a completely broken look on his face, the allusions shatters...along with your heart.

“Kevin?” Betty asks and his head lifts slightly.

“They left me.” Your expression softens at the tone in his voice and you swear you can actually feel your heart cracking.

Kevin has been your best friend for years, he’s stuck with you despite the obvious divide between the two of you. Him being from the Northside with a sheriff dad, and you being from the southside with a gang member dad, its far to say there were a few people who disapproved of your friendship. Not that either of you cared, you were best friends...platonic soulmates...who cares what anybody else thinks. And even though the two of you had grown apart over the past few months (specifically when the farm came to town), you always managed to find your way back to each other.

So seeing him like this physically hurts you. He’s already been through so much and right now you want to scream and shout at the universe for treating the kindest and by far the best human like utter crap.

“I wanted to go, but they said that someone had to stay behind to explain what happened.” He sobs and the seven of you exchange looks.

“What did happen?” Archie asks.

“The worthy ascended, of course.” He scoffs.

“Who did? Where’s my mom? And Polly?” Betty asks and you roll your eyes at her.

Despite her being sweet and kind the majority of the time, she did sometimes get a little wrapped up in herself and her issues, and right now, that annoys you. Because here Kevin is, abandoned by this group that brainwashed and alienated him, only for Betty to care more about two grown adults who can usually make their own decisions.

“Gone.” He states, anger in his voice as he stares vacantly in front of him. “Everyone is. And we’ll never see them again.” The room suddenly feels colder all of sudden, Betty lets out a small cry as she practically falls into Jughead’s arms, while the rest of you stand around, none of you wanting to move...just in case.

You’re the first one to do anything. You make your way towards Kevin and cautiously sit beside him.

“Are you okay?” You ask. You’ve asked him that countless of times, but this is the first time its ever felt like you’re asking a stranger. You may be sat beside him but you feel a thousand miles apart. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but there’s a rather large space between you, physically as well as metaphorically and it just feels wrong.

“I-” He cuts himself off before he can say anything further. Instead he just cries, his head drops to his hands and you’ve never seen somebody look so lonely, despite being surrounded by people.

You don’t say anything in return, you just wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.

The two of you stay like that for at least half an hour. Eventually everybody else goes, Jughead being the last one to leave, sending you a small smile before closing the door behind him, until its just the two of you again.

It takes some persuading, but eventually you get Kevin back to your house. Thankfully your dad has already left for work so there’s no awkward questions about why you’re covered in mud and why Kevin is crying.

“Here.” You hand him a mug. Its his favourite one. Something you got him to keep at your house. A small smile twitches at the corner of his lips as he takes it, but it disappears as quickly as it came, instead leaving behind a miserable expression.

You remember the last time you gave him hot chocolate in that mug, but the memory does nothing to make you feel better. If anything it just makes your heart ache more.

“You always make the best hot chocolate.” He’d said, an eager smile on his lips as he watched you slowly bring it to him.

“I always put double the recommended powder in.”

“Ahhh, so now I know you secret recipe.”

“Plus, the cream and sprinkles help a lot too.”

“Yeah.” He agreed. “Very true. But we can just pretend its all you.”

“Aww, thanks.”

“Hey. If there’s ever a day that your hot chocolate doesn’t make me smile, just assume that I’m dead inside.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You’d rolled your eyes at him, and he’d gasped loudly, feigning offence.

“I know. But its part of my charm.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“It is.”

“Has that ever actually worked on anybody.”

“Not yet...but it will.”

His eyes had been so full of hope, now they were just dark. Like all the light had been sucked out of them.

The house is quiet, but its nice. Compared to the eery quiet of the woods and the farm, its quite comforting and you’re very glad to be back home, especially after thinking you wouldn’t be so lucky.

“Thanks.” He replies, taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table. If you’re being honest, its nice having Kevin here. Its something else to focus on instead of being stuck in a continuous loop of your memories of the previous nights. Although you’d much rather prefer he was upset over some boy thats broken his heart.

“Do you want another blanket?” You offer, rearranging the one you’ve already draped across his shoulders. “Or the TV? I can put a film or something on? Or we can just see what’s on? Or music? Do you want anything to eat?” You know you’re fussing over him, and you know he’s going to hate it. But there’s nothing else you can do. You can’t go back and change everything, no matter how hard you try.

A part of you feels like its your fault. Kevin is supposed to be you’re best friends, but you still let him get caught up in all of this. You let the farm take him, you made him feel alone. You made him feel the need to find friendship and family somewhere else, somewhere dangerous.

And by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late. Despite the numerous attempts. It was too late to help him.

Now he’s sat on your couch, clutching an old blanket around him like his life depends on it, and you really don’t know if he’s ever going to fully recover from this.

“Why do things like this keep happening to me? Am I cursed? Do you think I’m cursed?” He breaks the silence. Maybe he know’s exactly what you were just thinking. Or maybe he’s just thinking out loud, but either way it makes you frown and quickly face him.

“Kevin. You’re not cursed.” You grab his hand and he forces himself to look at you.

“It sure feels like I am.”

“The only thing that is cursed, is Riverdale. But we’re not going to be here forever. We’ve got one year left at school, and then we’re out of here. We’re going to do all of the things we’ve had planned since we were little. Our road trips across the country. Our apartment together thats filled with trinkets and utter junk that we’ve picked up over the years. We’re going to meet so many new, normal people and we’re going to shock them with our shared trauma. You’re going to meet a nice boy who treats you like you created the universe. You’re going to be so happy, I just know it. And one day this is all going to feel like a far away nightmare. Riverdale and all of its horrors will just be distant memory, something you laugh about from time to time. Okay?” You hold your pinkie out towards him and he sends you a look. “I promise. And I never break a promise.”

“That is very true.” He nods, wrapping his finger around yours. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been so alone the past few months.”

“I know.” You smile sadly at him, wiping a few tears from your cheeks. “But I’m always going to be here for you, no matter what happens. You’re my best friend and I love you so much. You brighten my day just by walking through a door, and no matter how much I dread doing something, you make it 1000 times more bearable.”

“Y/n.” His expression mirrors yours. Sadness mixed with hope, and more than a few tears, but you know what he’s trying to say.

“No matter how alone you feel, you’re not, okay? You are never ever alone. No matter what day of the week, or what time, or even how far apart we are. I’m always going to be here.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do.” You nudge him softly. A slight smile appears on his lips, and even though its not the same as his usual, its better than nothing, and so you take that as a win. Your head falls to his shoulder and he rests his on top of yours, both of you finally feeling somewhat at peace after months of hell.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asks suddenly and you pull away from him. He’s looking you up and down, a concerned expression on his face while he waits for your answer. “Why do you look like...that?”

“I was hunted through the woods by Penelope Blossom and a bunch of other psychos.” You shrug and his eyes widen.

“Wha-”

“But thats not important right now.” You shake your head. “What’s important, is that you’re safe. And we’re going to need re-fills soon.” You look towards the mugs on the table. Neither of them are anywhere close to being empty, but you just want to change the subject and thankfully Kevin gets it. “I think we both deserve extra sprinkles this time.”

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