↳ 𝐒𝐘𝐍: sweet pea gets in a fight over you, will this show his true feelings for you?
★ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: just fluff, female! serpent! reader, caring sweet pea :)
“y/n, over here.” toni calls from behind the bar at the whyte wyrm.
“what is it?” i ask, taking a swig of the water in my hand.
“well…i’m technically not supposed to be telling you this, but…”
“toni, what is it?” i impatiently say.
“sweet pea, well he got into another fight. it was…about you.” toni says while polishing a glass.
i run my hands over my face, disappointment encapsulating me.
our transition into going to school with the northsiders hasn’t been…easy.
i practically begged the other serpents to be nice to our new classmates, but my pleas had no effect on them.
it didn’t help that the northsiders that i was trying to defend start shit constantly, with three brawls already happening in the first month of us being there.
“what happened? did something say someone about me?” i ask toni.
she looks to the side, taking a deep breath.
“reggie, and a bunch of other football players were saying that sweet pea has no chance with you, and that you’re way out of his league. atleast, that’s what fangs told me.” toni replies.
“god…that’s so…” i start.
“look, y/n, i know that you’re scared to confess your feelings to him, but he really needs you right now. he’s probably at home, because i can almost guarantee that he’s suspended.” she says.
“okay, i’ll go see him. thank you toni, i won’t tell him that you told me.”
after that, i make my way to sweet pea’s trailer.
anxiety was penetrating my entire body, i didn’t know how this next hour would go.
any time i hear that sweet pea got into a fight, i’m naturally scared to see what state i’ll find him in afterwards.
this time, i also know that i have to be honest with him, about how i feel towards him.
as i make my way up his steps, i knock on the door.
i hear loud footsteps come towards the door, being faced with a beaten-up sweet pea.
i see him sigh, him already knowing that i was gonna reprimand him for giving into the northsider’s teasing.
“come in.” he says, stepping to the side.
“sweet pea—“ i start, only interrupted by him putting his hand up in the air.
“look, i already know what you’re gonna say, but this time was…different.” he replies, taking a seat on his couch.
i roll my eyes, gathering the supplies i keep here to patch him up.
i use a washcloth to get the blood off his face, wiping the blood off of him gently.
“what really happened, pea?” i ask.
he looks away from me for a second, guilt written all over his face.
“those fucking football players were talking about you.” he responds, his eyes still not meeting mine.
i sigh, finishing cleaning up sweet pea’s face.
i put a bandaid over a cut that he got on his cheek, soon placing my hand on his.
“they…they said that i wasn’t good enough for you, that you’re out of my league.” he responds, angrily balling up his other fist.
“sweet pea, what they said, it’s not true.” i respond, rubbing my thumb over his.
“but it is, that’s the thing. you are too good for me, y/n.” sweet pea says sorrowfully.
sweet pea then gets up from the couch, hands running through his hair.
“i don’t mean to drag you into my shit. you should just g—“
“no.” i say, stepping up to him.
“i’m done with you trying to push me away when things get too real, sweet pea. i really like you.”
sweet pea then moves to hold my cheek with one hand, bending down to my height.
“i love you, y/n. please let me be yours.” pea asks, brushing his lips against mine.
i nod in response, closing the distance between us.
his tongue explores my mouth, and his hand that’s not touching my face grabs my waist.
as our makeout session deepens, he moves us back to the couch.
i make my way onto his lap, kissing along his collarbone.
pea’s hands move my hips up against his, turning me on even more.
i break away from our kiss, gazing into his eyes.
“oh yeah, and pea, one more thing: don’t embarrass me. don’t make me regret getting with you, okay?” i say.
sweet pea smirks in response, nodding his head yes.
he then pulls me back in for another kiss, slower than the last one.
i hope that tonight wasn’t a mistake, and that things would stay this way for a while.
Request: Yes / No Hey girly can you do fluff prompt #37 with sweet pea please 🙃🙃 @yrfavel
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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1498
Warnings: Nothing I think?
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): “I’d do all the boring things with you forever.”
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*Sweet Pea’s POV*
I never thought my favorite sound in the world would be the click of a lock. Not the roar of my bike. Not the cheers at a Serpent party. Not even the low rumble of music shook the Wyrm’s walls. It was the sound of Y/N unlocking our trailer door. Because it meant she was home.
I was sitting on the couch, boots kicked off, jacket tossed over the armrest, flipping idly through a comic I’ve already read twice, when I heard it. The familiar shuffle outside. Keys jangling. A sigh that always meant she was tired. The door opened.
“Hey.” She said softly, dropping her bag by the door.
I looked up immediately. My face broke into a grin without me even trying.
“Hey, Northie.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but she was smiling too as she kicked off her shoes.
“You know I technically live on the Southside now, right?”
“Still Northside energy.” He said. “You alphabetized the spice rack.”
“That’s called being organized.”
“That’s called terrifying.”
She laughed and crossed the room, collapsing beside me on the couch. I didn’t hesitate, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in until she fit perfectly against my side, like she always belonged there. She smelled like laundry detergent, cold air, and something faintly floral I could never name.
“Long day?” I asked.
She nodded, tucking her legs up under herself.
“Betty needed help with the school paper. Again. And then my Mom called to ask if I’m ‘safe’ living over here.”
I snorted. “You alive?”
“Barely.”
“Then we’re good.”
She tilted her head to look at me. “You didn’t have to wait up.”
I shrugged. “Didn’t want to sleep.”
That was the thing about us. There was no dramatic origin story. No gang war meet-cute. No explosive first kiss in the rain. We just… happened.
We met a year ago, at The Wrym of all places. I had been sitting in a booth with Fangs and Toni, when Y/N walked in with Betty, Veronica, and Jones. She stood out immediately- not because she was loud or flashy, but because she looked wildly out of place and completely unbothered by it. She wore a cardigan. A cardigan. On the Southside. I had raised an eyebrow and muttered,
“Is she lost?”
“She’s cute.” Toni said.
“She’s gonna get eaten alive.” Fangs added.
Y/N slid into a booth two over, smiling politely at the waitress as she ordered a soda. A soda. I watched her absentmindedly stir it with a straw, eyes scanning the bar like she was cataloging everything. Then she looked up. Our eyes met. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. Didn’t smile nervously or whisper to her friends. She just… held my gaze. I felt something click in my chest.
Later, when she walked past our table on her way out, I said, without thinking:
“You know this isn’t exactly Northside territory.”
She stopped, turned, and raised an eyebrow. “And you know Jughead invited me, right?”
Toni had laughed so hard she nearly choked on her fries.
That was it.
That was how I fell.
Now, a year and some months later, Y/N was sprawled on my couch, half-asleep, her cheek pressed to my shoulder while some dumb rerun played quietly on the TV. I looked down at her, my heart doing that thing it always did around her- soft, steady, terrifying.
“You hungry?” I asked.
She hummed. “A little.”
“I can make grilled cheese.”
“You burn grilled cheese.”
“That was one time.”
“That was three times.”
“Character building.”
She smiled, eyes still closed. “I’ll help.”
We moved around the tiny kitchen together like it was second nature. Y/N leaned against the counter while I fumbled with the pan, stealing glances at her every few seconds like I needed to make sure she was still there. She watched me with fond amusement.
“You’re concentrating way too hard.”
“High stakes.” I said seriously. “I want to impress you.”
“You already date me.” She said. “The bar’s not that high.”
I scoffed. “Rude.”
We ate standing at the counter, shoulders bumping, sharing one plate because I hadn’t bothered to grab another. It was quiet. Comfortable. The kind of silence that didn’t demand filling. Y/N broke it first.
“Can I tell you something?” She asked.
I immediately stiffened. “That sounds dangerous.”
She laughed. “Relax, it’s not bad.”
“Okay.”
She took a breath. “When I told my mom about you… she was worried.”
“Fair.” He muttered.
“But,” She continued. “she asked what you were like. And I realized I didn’t describe the Serpent stuff at all.”
I frowned slightly. “What did you say?”
“I said you make the best coffee, even though you pretend not to care. That you always walk me home, even when I say it’s unnecessary. That you listen. That you hum when you’re tired. And that you make me feel… safe.”
Something in my chest cracked.
“Oh.” I said quietly.
She smiled, eyes soft. “Yeah.”
Later, we ended up back on the couch, Y/N’s legs draped over my lap, I was absently tracing patterns on her knee while she read something on her phone.
“This is borning.” She said suddenly.
I froze. “Oh.”
She looked up quickly. “No! Not in a bad way. Just-” She gestured around us.
“This. Us. Sitting here. Doing nothing.”
I studied her face, searching for something I couldn’t name.
“You want to do something else?”
She shook her head. “No, I like it.”
I exhaled. “Good.”
She set her phone aside and shifted closer. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Why do you always say that like you’re about to change my life?”
“Because I usually am.”
I smirked. “Fair.”
She rested her head against my chest. “You know how everyone in this town is always chasing drama? Big moments. Explosions. Tragedy.”
“Welcome to Riverdale.” I muttered.
“I don’t want that.” She said softly. “I don’t want chaos. I want… this.”
I stilled.
“Movie night. Grocery shopping. Arguing about which cereal to buy. Complaining about work. Falling asleep on the couch.”
I swallowed. My throat felt tight.
Y/N lifted her head to look at me, suddenly shy. “I know it sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t.” I said immediately.
She hesitated. “I’d do all the boring things with you forever.”
The words hit me harder than any punch ever had. I stared at her, heart pounding. No one had ever offered me that before. Forever, without conditions. Forever, without adrenaline. Forever, without an exit plan.
“You serious?” I asked quietly.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I didn’t think. I just leaned down and kissed her, slow, warm, and full of everything I couldn’t say out loud. When I pulled back, my forehead rested against hers.
“I’d do the boring things with you,” I said, voice rough. “until they’re not boring anymore.”
She smiled so wide it looked like it hurt.
One afternoon, Y/N dragged me grocery shopping.
“This is not a date.” I protested, staring at the cart.
“It absolutely is.” She said cheerfully. “We’re bonding.”
“Over produce?”
“Don’t disrespect produce.”
We argued over pasta shapes. I insisted they were all the same. Y/N refused to buy the generic brand. I pushed the cart. She read ingredient labels. At one point, she caught me staring at her.
The Wyrm was loud the night I brought Sam with me. She squeezed my hand as we walked in, eyes wide but curious. Toni greeted her like she’d always been there. Fangs raised a brow.
“You’re brave.” He said.
Y/N smiled politely. “I’ve been told.”
I stayed close, arm always around her waist, like instinct. At one point, she leaned up and whispered, “You’re very popular.”
I snorted. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
Later, as we sat in a booth, Y/N watched me laugh with the other Serpents, relaxed and real in a way I didn’t always let myself be.
“You belong here.” She said quietly.
I looked at her. “So do you.”
She shook her head. “I belong with you.”
The words stayed with me long after we left.
One rainy night, we sat on the steps of our trailer, sharing a blanket, watching the Southside glow.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Y/N asked.
I hesitated. “I used to avoid it.”
“And now?”
I looked at her. “Now it’s harder not to.”
She smiled, leaning into me. “Good.”
We sat there, listening to the rain, saying nothing. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was exactly where I wanted to be. With Y/N. With quiet. With forever that didn’t need fireworks to feel real. And honestly? I’d do all the boring things with her forever.
Hi. This is 12JoeyWheelerfangirl. And I was hoping you'd write a sweet Riverdale Christmas fluff with Archie and how he and the reader spend the holiday together. Please and thanks.
Archie wears his Santa hat for Y/N…
Archie: merry Christmas baby
Y/N: ooh Santa brought me something special this year
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I have picked and made some prompts. There are three categories which are smut, fluff and then comedy/silly ones. I was also going to add sad and scary prompts but decided against it, might do it soon though. I ask for prompts that the maximum picked per story is 5 and I only picked select characters just because there is a lot of prompts so I tried to pick out some of the most popular characters/people for this.
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Characters I Write For:
Outer Banks:
All Characters can be chosen
OBX Cast:
Rudy Pankow
Drew Starkey
Chase Stokes
Austin North
The Vampire Diaries Universe:
Damon Salvatore
Stefan Salvatore
Katherine Pierce
Caroline Forbes
Lexi Branson
Klaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Marcel Gerard
Kai Parker
Rebekah Mikaelson
Riverdale:
Cheryl Blossom
Toni Topaz
Jughead Jones
Reggie Mantle
Veronica Lodge
Betty Cooper
Fangs Fogarty
Euphoria:
Maddy Perez
Cassie Howard
Nate Jacobs
Fezco
Smut Prompts:
1. "Don't make me take you home and punish you."
2. "You look so hot in my clothes."
3. "You're not going out in that outfit."
4. "You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me."
5. "Don't be so rough. You can't leave any marks."
6. "What the hell did you just say to me?"
7. "I'm going to leave hickies all over your body, let everyone know your mine."
8. "Bite me."
9. "Please just let me finish this level and I swear I'll fuck you just how you like it."
10. "You taste like fucking candy."
11. "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"
12. "I could just pull your bikini bottom to the side, no one will notice."
13. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad."
14. "I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine."
15. "Say it. Out loud."
16. "You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll."
17. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll forget that you ever even met that asshole."
18. "I think that's the first time I've ever herd you moan... it was like a fucking melody."
19. "She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but, I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips."
20. "Yup, that's me. I love to fuck."
21. "Don't fucking touch what's not yours."
22. "Stop dancing like that or I'm going to cum in my pants."
23. "You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?"
24. "Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?"
25. "We've been at it like rabbits! How the fuck are you still horny?!"
26. "Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt."
27. "God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it's that ice cream cone."
28. "Do you think they can hear us through the tent?"
29. "Your more than just a one night stand."
30. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already?"
31. "Let me show you why you should stay in bed."
32. "Can you help me with this zipper?"
33. "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."
34. "Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working."
35. "I'd hold onto something if I were you."
36. "I see you've started without me."
37. "Want a taste?"
38. "Less talking, more fucking."
39. "You're really going to make me beg for it?"
40. "Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?"
41. "Please... don't stop."
42. "This cock isn't gonna suck itself."
43. "Please. I need you... now."
44. "Maybe I'd rather take my time with you."
45. "Is there anything you can't do with that tongue?"
46. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"
47. "Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?"
48. "I know all your weaknesses."
49. "No panties, huh?"
50. "You herd me. Take. It. Off."
51. "Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets."
52. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"
53. "Holy shit, you're so fucking sexy like that."
54. "How 'bout you come help me out, huh?"
55. "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling."
56. "Dammit, we made a mess."
57. "You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."
58. "Were you dreaming about me again?"
59. "I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock."
60. "If you wanted sex, all you have to do is ask."
61. "Why are you naked?"
62. "You can't keep pretending like it didn't happen, cause guess what? It did!"
63. "You're mine. I don't share."
64. "If we get caught I'm blaming you."
65. "Stop biting that fucking lip! You know that drives me wild!"
66. "Will you teach me how to kiss?"
67. "Leave the heels on baby, but, just the heels."
68. "Come on, give me a little show."
69. "Y- you want to do it here? Now? What about our guests?"
70. "I bet the neighbors know my name."
72. "I just want you to be happy.... and naked."
73. "You look so beautiful tied up to my bed."
74. "I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren't alone."
75. "I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you."
76. "Fuck me like a starved animal or leave."
77. "I want to fulfill that fantasy you've always wanted."
78. "Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home."
79. "I know you said you didn't want to be late, but you look amazing, and I'm trying not to kiss you senselessly right now."
80. "Kiss me again, like you mean it."
81. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"
82. "Do you have dirty dreams of me often?"
83. "Stop before someone sees us!"
84. "Against the window? Are you fucking insane?!"
Fluff Prompts:
1. "Rumor has it, I make you nervous."
2. "You look so cute with your baby bump!"
3. "I'm pregnant."
4. "I want to try for a baby."
5. "You look beautiful in anything."
6. "May I have this dance?"
7. "Do you think it's possible that I... might be... pregnant?"
8. "I have so much love for you. I actually never thought I could feel like this, but you proved me wrong."
9. "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist."
10. "Do you want to know the gender of our baby?"
11. "You're the most important person in my life."
12. "This is going to be the start of something magical."
13. "Thank you for making me a mommy." "Thank you for making me a daddy."
14. "Every inch of you is breathtaking."
15. "I've been excited to see you all day."
16. You're my perfect match."
17. "I'll keep you warm."
18. "Can I have a massage?"
19. "Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?"
20. "Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend's wedding? I told them I'd have a plus one."
21. "I'm in love with you." "Are you finally confessing? Because I feel the same way."
22. "Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."
23. "Has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?"
24. "You give my butterflies."
25. "Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips."
26. "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."
27. "You're always on my mind."
28. "Why are you crying?"
29. "Who hurt you?"
30. "You make me feel alive."
31. "I wouldn't change a thing about you."
32. "Can I play with your hair?"
33. "You look better in my clothes than I do."
34. "My mother adores you."
Funny/Silly Prompts for Smut or Fluff:
1. "You're seriously like a man-child."
2. "Not sure if you could tell but, I'm not exactly a people person."
3. "Just remember if we get caught, you're deaf and I don't speak English."
4. "Stop hogging all the blankets!"
5. "I can't believe you don't like Disney movies."
6. "I'm too sober for this."
7. "Define normal."
8. "Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?"
9. "I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass."
10. "I'm listening to you. I'm just not paying attention."
11. "This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."
12. "Somebody's cranky." "Somebody needs to shut up."
13. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."
14. "All due respect but, that's a bunch of crap."
15. "If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it."
16. "What did I tell you about calling him/her the devil?" "That's offense to the devil?"
17. "You didn't get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly."
18. "If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur."
19. "Sarcasm is the body's natural reaction to stupidity."
20. "Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably."
21. "You're insane, but you might also be brilliant."
22. "What you call insanity, I call inspiration."
23. "Why does everyone assume the worst of me?" "It saves time."
24. "Neither one of us is drunk enough to have this conversation."
25. "Are you questioning my methods?" "I'm not questioning it, I'm saying it's stupid."
26. "Wow, somebody needs a happy meal."
27. "I didn't do it!" "Then why are you laughing?!" "Because whoever did it is a fucking genius!"
28. "Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots."
29. "Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit."
30. "It's called thinking, you should try it sometime."
31. "I'm just going to pack up now and go straight to hell."
32. "My ex? Yeah I'd still hit that. Except this time with a car or a baseball bat."
33. "Oh honey, I would but.... I don't want to."
34. "I don't need anger management! I need people to stop pissing me off!"
35. "I didn't steal it, I permanently borrowed it."
36. "You know I hear you talking, but I still don't have my coffee."
37. "Are you drunk?" "Not nearly enough."
38. "At this point, if a clown invited me into the woods, I would just go."
39. "You really don't know how to talk to woman, do you?"
40. "I'm not sure how many coffees it takes to be happy, but so far, it's not twelve."
41. "Stop texting me such weird stuff in the middle of the night."
42. "We are going to need a fantastic lawyer and a miracle."
43. "I found this porn folder on your laptop- I had no idea you had those kinks."
44. "You'll never guess how many fucking Oreos I've eaten today."
45. "We're not dating, it's barely anything, we just go on dates and make out and have sex and we recently got engaged, but it's nothing too serious."
46. "Are you drunk, stoned, or just stupid?"
47. "I should write a how-to manual, and make you the examples of 'what not to do.'
48. "Once again, I've been lured away by the promise of chocolate."
49. "If this was a romantic comedy, we would have kissed by now."
50. "You stole my seat! You're a seat-thief!"
51. "Correct my grammar all you want but, you're still a dork."
52. "We could always crash the party."
53. "Just hurry your ass up so we can get out of Kooklandia already!"
54. "Dear diary, a chipmunk asked me my name today. I told him it was Joe, that lie will haunt me forever."
55. "I always notice a woman's neck, I'm a neck person."
56. "How is my wife more badass than me?"
57. "I'm not saying she's a whore! All I'm saying is she's been on more wieners than ketchup!"
58. "You're cute when your mad" "Yeah, well I'm about to get really fucking adorable."
59. "I'm not arguing, I'm simply explaining why I'm right."
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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)
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“Well, hi there, Sheriff,” you greet in subtle flirtation.
“Miss Jones,” Tom responds, a glint in his eye. “Another late shift?”
The Diner was quiet, comfortably so. Pops was still in the back whipping up meals for any customer to sit themselves down whilst you were working the floor and residing behind the counter, greeting customers, taking orders, and giving refills.
The only other employee apart from yourself was currently topping up a lone mans’ coffee in the far back corner.
“It appears so.” The forlorn sigh was clearly feigned, easily spotted by the small smile gracing your lips.
The man chuckles as he moves to seat himself at the booth opposite the counter near the door, removing his thick jacket and folding it in his arms to place beside him in the booth. “Slow night?”
You hum as you move to grab a coffee pot and a mug before walking to his booth, setting the mug down on to his table. “Very, But I’m not complaining,” you speak as you pour his drink.
Once filled, you pull your hand away, allowing Tom to reach for the mug, pulling it up to his lips and taking a slow sip. “Thanks, angel,” he speaks behind the rim of his cup as he sends you a small wink that, a handful of months ago would have had your knees literally buckling underneath you, although the pet name and the way it rolled off his tongue in such a deep tone had you wishing he’d repeat it over and over.
“So, what can I get for a hard-working man like yourself, Sheriff?” Your hip popped out to the left ever so slightly.
His smile was dazzling as he told you “The usual”, leaning back into the comfy red leather seat of the booth.
“Coming right up.” You turned on your heel only to feel a large warm hand clasp gently around your wrist, tugging you back softly. Looking behind you, you raise an eyebrow in amusement as Tom pulls you even closer, and eventually down towards him. “Anything else Sheriff?”
“I want to see you when your shift ends, angel.” His lips brushed against yours as he murmured to you. “When are you finished?”
You look into his hazel eyes and with a smile, happily told him, “I finish in an hour. Do you think you could possibly restrain yourself ‘til then?”
“I’ll be sure to try my hardest, angel.” You continued to smile as you pressed your lips to his, something quick but long enough to leave a lingering feeling of you against him.
Pulling away, you spin and make your way to the back to tell Pops of the new meal order, a little skip in your step and an extra sway to your hips, only to entice the Sheriff further.
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Tom’s jacket felt snug around you, even if the thing was certainly too large for your body. It engulfed you with its size and warmth and even if the man wasn’t sitting beside you in the drivers seat, you would still only smell him.
His hand rested comfortably on your leg just above your knee, his thumb running back and forth slowly as he drove, the radio was turned low, but it created the perfect environment to feel relaxed. His presence and the drive calmed you.
It felt all too perfect.
“So,” Tom’s voice came. “Kevin and the others are all staying over at Archies’.”
You looked over to him with a playful and teasing glint in your eye. “Are you inviting me over?”
He deeply chuckled and gave your knee a short but gentle squeeze. “I certainly am.”
“Well, I would love to, Sheriff.” You smiled as your leaned over in your seat, planting a kiss on his cheek.
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Night flew by and morning came quickly and before you knew it, it was midday.
Both you and Tom were somehow still in his bed, covered up by the large cover, entangled in each other’s limbs. Tom wore only his grey sweatpants while you were simply covered by a t-shirt of his, too large to be a perfect fit, just like his jacket.
“I know we both have the day off, but shouldn’t we at least finally get out of bed?” You asked, head still lazily resting on Tom’s chest.
You felt the vibrations in his chest when he grunted at the idea, clearly not wanting to move. “I don’t see why we would ever have to.”
You softly giggled at his reasoning as he placed a gently kiss to your forehead. “C’mon now, Sheriff, wouldn’t want me to die of starvation, would you?”
He sighed. “That would be pretty terrible.”
Placing another kiss to your forehead, he carefully moved you off of on top of him before sitting up, swinging his legs around and standing, stretching his muscles out. He turned to face you, standing tall with his hands on his hips, allowing his bare chest to unashamedly be on display, allowing your eyes to wander as much as they pleased without care.
“C’mon angel, you’re getting up too.”
You smirked mischievously. “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind. There all the sudden seems to be a great view from right here.”
There was a pause before the covers were thrown from off your body and the morning air hit your bare legs. You threw your head back with laughter as Tom grasped your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed before bending, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as if you were weightless.
You laughed and squirmed in his hold as he carried you away from the bed and down the stairs towards the kitchen, sitting you atop the counter, the cool surface raising goosebumps along your skin and sending a small shiver down your spine.
You sat and watched as he meandered about the kitchen, getting set to start cooking a breakfast for both of you to enjoy. He turned towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling away. “Put some coffee on, angel. Just gonna grab a shirt.”
“Okay,” you breathed out in a dreamy haze, a smile on your face with your bottom lip entrapped between your teeth, eyes hooded as you watch him leave.
Sighing out, you hop off the counter and walk your way over to the coffee maker, turning the radio on beside it to let music fill the air after switching on the coffee machine and leaning against the counter, softly nodding your head along to the music.
With the sweet tunes on the radio and the noise of the coffee machine surrounding the kitchen, you failed to hear the front door open and close, the noise of multiple footsteps and the hushed whispers between Archie and Veronica.
“Hey dad-“ Kevin’s voice fell short as he turned the corner and spots you stood there after quite the scare his voice gave you, eyes wide, two coffee mugs in hand clutched to your chest which below, holds your heart that beats erratically from the fright.
The others had stepped behind Kevin, all with a different emotion forming on their features once they realise what they had just walked in on.
Veronica held a look of something akin to proud, even a subtle look hinting that she already had some suspicion. Either way, the smirk was still present.
Betty seemed in complete shock, eyes wide, jaw dropped open. If it were even physically possibly, you were certain her eyes would’ve popped out of her head like you see in the cartoons.
Archie looked confused, as if his mind was withholding information that he should really know at this moment. His brain was working it out, slowly. You could almost hear the gears in his head turning.
Kevin, well, you couldn’t really read Kevin for once. It seemed as if he was in denial yet had already accepted it all in one go.
But Jughead, he was the easiest to read out of them all. Your little brother was angry, beyond belief.
To confirm what most already knew, Archie was still working it out, Tom came into view, pulling a t-shirt over his head, freezing when he notices the group stood there and your frozen frame.
After a moment of silence passes, you finally come to your senses and groan.
“Shit.”
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Jughead had stormed out of the house silently and went God knows where, leaving yourself, Tom and the other four remaining in the house.
“So, this is why you’ve been so happy recently?” Kevin muttered. He glanced between the two of you and it seemed the denial of the situation had faded from him entirely, now leaving just the acceptance, and possible happiness.
“Look, son-“ Tom started but was swiftly cut off by Kevin.
“No, it’s fine. I’m not gonna pretend I’m over the moon about it but I can accept it. You’re both adults and she clearly makes you happy, and I really hope you make her happy.” Kevin turned his attention to you. “Does my dad make you happy?”
Sending him a small smile, you nod without hesitation. “Yeah, he really does.”
Kevin smiled back at you. “Good. You’re a really good friend of mine Y/N/N and you two are a part of the handful of people I really care about and want to be happy.” He moved to hug you which you easily returned, sighing out in relief. The embrace lasted a few second before he pulled away, moving towards his dad to also give him a hug, to which Tom returned the warm embrace, whispering to his son a thank you and patting his back once before the two separated.
Kevin looked between you both again and his smile turned teasing. “If this gets like marriage level serious though, I am totally not calling you mom.”
The tension had eased further as you all shared a small laugh. Well, except Archie, who gasped in shock and gaped at you and Tom, finally working out what exactly he had missed. “Wait, you guys are together?!”
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Everyone left after grabbing what they needed and congratulating the two of you, even if they were all still trying to wrap their heads around it. After the shock wore off, even Archie had said he was happy for his ‘big sister’, which delivered a bittersweet feeling since even though you had always seen Archie as a little brother, it reminded you of the brother who had reacted so badly.
It had dampened your mood considerably, but Tom was there to help cheer you up, giving you words of encouragement and sweet praise.
The two of you continued to make and eat breakfast, even if you had lost a lot of your appetite.
Tom could sense the shift in your mood, but he felt as if he couldn’t really do much in this situation, the only thing that could really help is if you were to seek out your brother and work things through.
Archie had told you to just give Jughead a little space and time before going after him, even if you had already known that. But it still felt difficult to not allow thoughts of your brother hating you for the rest of his life consume you.
But you tried. You tried and allowed yourself to be somewhat happy for the rest of the day spent with Tom, actually smiling every now and then, enjoying his company, his touches, his words, his kisses, his smile.
By 10, you knew you should go after him finally. He had enough hours of acting out childishly. He may be stern and stubborn, but those traits were strongest with you. Must be a firstborn thing, you always joked with him and your father.
Exchanging sweet ‘goodbye’s and ‘see you later’s with Tom, you left the Keller residence and walked the distance over to the Andrews residence, Archie having told you he had turned up at his house an hour or so ago.
Tom wasn’t ecstatic about letting you walk alone at such a late time at night, but you argued that you really could use the time it took you to walk to calm yourself down and think through what you had wanted to say.
And you did. The entire length of the walk, you had mulled over and planned and practiced what you could possibly say to your baby brother that would make him hate you just that little less.
Even when you knocked on their door and Fred had answered with a somewhat understanding smile, not that he actually knew the full extent of the situation, you worked on your grand speech. Even when you slowly made your way up their stairs and passed Archie on the way, him giving you a comforting squeeze on the shoulder and a reassuring smile. Even when you opened Archies’ bedroom door and found Jughead sitting there quietly.
Everything you worked out in your head dissipated when he looked up and met your eyes for a brief second. Gone.
You stared at your brother from the doorway whilst he went back to looking at the wall opposite the bed, his hands clasped in front of him, arms rested on his knees.
“Hey Jug.” He barely spared you a glance but still, he uttered a small “Hey,” back.
You took caution when moving towards the bed, sitting down beside him slowly, all whilst keeping your eye on him.
“It’s nice to see you have clothes on,” he weakly spat. As much as he wanted to be, he always found it difficult to be angry with you. Just the same as when you found difficulty in being angry with him.
You sighed. “Jug-“
“Why?” He started. “Why did you choose our friends dad?”
“I don’t know. I’m just- I’m so happy, Jug,” you answered quietly.
“He’s our friend’s dad. He’s old enough to be your dad,” Jughead spoke whilst standing, beginning to pace the room, his voice slowly raising in volume. “He’s the same age as our dad. They went to high school together!”
You were beginning to feel fed up of how he was acting, wanting to explain but believing his behaviour was more childish than it should be. “God, Jug, why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”
You sat wide eyed at your brother, his shout surprising you, his words even more so. “What?”
He sighed and slumped down against the wall opposite where you sat on the bed, his head falling into his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked quieter.
You sighed too, realising what his overreaction and outburst had really been about. You moved beside him, sliding down the wall, and wrapping your arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know. I was scared,” you started, his head lifting to look at you. “I was scared you’d react badly. Kinda like earlier,” you gave him a look and he had the decency to feel somewhat sheepish.
“You always tell me everything, just like I tell you. I just, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I didn’t feel right that I found out like the others did.”
“I know.” You hugged him tighter. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“I’m sorry, too.” Jughead turned his body, wrapping his arms around you awkwardly in a hug which you returned, giving him a squeeze.
You pulled away, looking down at him with a small smile. “Can you stop being mad at me now?”
Jughead returned the smile. “Only if we get something from Pops’, your treat obviously.”
You laugh to which he joins in. “Sure thing, Agatha Christie.”
He stands and offers you his hand, which you take, and allow him to pull you back up to your feet. You snort as you swing your arm over his shoulders and around his neck, causing him to grumble and shove you off of him, chuckling afterward.
He steps through the doorway of Archie’s bedroom first, you following behind. You both make your way down the stairs and towards the door, calling out to Archie and Fred if they wanted to join you both.
Whilst waiting by the front door for Archie to join you two, Fred calling that he’d be okay but thanking you anyways, Jughead looked towards you, a mischievous glint in his eye and the corner of his mouth being upturned slightly.
“You do realise you still have to break the news to dad, right?”
You paled.
“Fuck.”
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I would’ve had this out a lot sooner but I’ve been so caught up with college work and had a bad case of writers block lmao
It could’ve turned out better
Could’ve turned out worse
It’s mediocre
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Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.
Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks
Warnings: swearing
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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.
When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.
Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.
Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.
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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.
The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"
"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.
Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'
"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.
"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."
"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."
"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"
Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."
"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.
"Nope."
The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."
All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.
"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.
"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."
"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.
Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."
Arch 🧡
That new post should be illegal
Tiger 💛
Ooo
I like this reaction
Maybe I should post more
Like this one
Cheryl pushed me in the pool
And I may have had a drink
Or three
Arch 🧡
Well that's sexy
I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth
You're a goddess
But also
How's she holding up?
Tiger 💛
🥺😇
Broken
But she's strong yk
You coming over for dinner?
Arch 🧡
Yeah Y/D invited my dad too
Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?
Tiger 💛
Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))
Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.
"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.
Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"
Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.
"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."
Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.
"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."
Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"
"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.
The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"
As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.
Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.
Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"
She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.
"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."
"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.
"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.
"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.
"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.
Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.
Arch 🧡
I can still smell your perfume on my sheets
Tiger 💛
Marking my territory obviously x
Arch 🧡
I love it
Hope you sleep well baby x
Tiger 💛
Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x
