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It was a normal day at school, until your best friend Veronica had an odd dare for you. "I'll dare you to ask Reggie out on a date," Veronica said glancing over at the dark-haired boy a few tables across the cafeteria. "Dare accepted!" you replied. You were never the one to pass up on a dare.

"Y/N, you don't have to take the dare. I think he would be a bad influence on you," Betty stated with an innocent tone. "Come on Betts, let the girl live a little," Veronica replied with a smile. "Wish me luck!" You say walking off. You didn't tell your friends that you actually had a crush on Reggie. This was the perfect opportunity to ask him out, and if you got rejected you could say it was a dare. You couldn't understand why you were getting so nervous.

You march up to Reggie and he notices you immediately. Some of his football friends whistle at you. He rolls his eyes. "Hey, Reggie. I need to talk to you," You say nervously. "Sure thing, Y/N," He replies and the two of you walk into the hallway. He is wearing a football tee shirt and shorts letting his muscles show. You love hot weather for this reason.

"Would you want to go on a date with me?" You ask as your heart started pounding. "Of course I'd love to. To be quite honest, I was thinking of asking you out myself. Then I figured I could get Veronica to help me out and see if you were really into me." Reggie says with a grin. "So you made her make that dare?" You reply confused. "Yeah..." He answered ruffling his hair. "Do you... like me?" You ask with a nervous look in your eyes. You couldn't understand his motives which was driving you crazy.

"Yes! I've never felt like this for anyone before. You're so smart, beautiful, and kind. I don't really know how committed relationships work but that's what i want to try with you. You are just so amazing. I didn't think some pick-up line would work so I tried to be creative," He answered a little nervous. You had never seen this side of him before... was he blushing?

You grab his face and kiss him. You could feel the passion in his lips. Your hands ran through his hair. Once you to separate, you try to wipe your lipstick off his lips. "Damn, we should have done that sooner," He says smirking. He then pulls you in for another kiss, this time rougher and more passionate. In the middle of your kiss, the bell rings but neither of you to separate. Neither of you want the kiss to end. Betty and Veronica spot the two of you.

"I told you I was a good matchmaker, B." Veronica whispers to Betty. "So, can I have your number?" Reggie asks. "Are you sure you don't want to have Veronica dare me to ask you for yours?" You tease writing down your number for him. "Maybe she'll dare you to do other things for me..." Reggie says in a low seductive tone with a smirk before walking away.

You smile and imagine how perfect of a couple the two of you would make. You could picture diner dates and movies nights. Little did you know, Reggie was thinking the exact same thing. Well... he was mostly thinkings about the nights.

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Jughead and you were at Pop's diner after school. You have been close friends since forever. "So, are you trying out for the school play?" Jughead asked you. The play was Romeo and Juliet and auditions were Wednesday afternoon. "Of course! I bet your girlfriend will get Juliet though," You say slightly jealous hoping your jealousy wouldn't be shown in your tone. Betty always got everything, including your crush. Not that you weren't friends with her, it was just difficult to not be envious of her.

"Um... Betty and I broke up a few hours ago," Jughead's tone suddenly shifts to sadness. "I saw her... uh... kissing Archie again. They were making out in a janitor's closet. I mean I don't think it went further with them but I... well... ended it." "I'm sorry, Jug." You say putting your hand on his. Archie was a man-whore but you expected Betty not to be a cheater. Especially with her best friend's man. You quickly attempt to change the subject. "Are you trying out for the play?" You ask desperately trying to change the conversation.

"Yep, I fluently speak in Shakespearean language." he boasted. You can't tell if he is joking or not. You giggle at his attempt to read his audition monologue. He messes up on a bunch of the words and you do more laughing then listening. "So supportive... like you could do any better." Jughead mutters. "Watch me," you say before performing a 2 page monologue to perfection. He rolls his eyes and claps. "I'll see you after school tomorrow, Y/N. You'll see that I'm a way better actor than you,"

**time skip**

"Welcome to auditions. I, Cheryl Blossom am directing this play and it will be amazing. Sadly the school board didn't allow Toni and I to play the leading roles. They say it's because I'm the director and I can't cast myself." Cheryl starts. You notice the anger in Cheryl's voice. "Anyways, when Toni, my assistant director, calls your name from the list go into the audition room," Cheryl says. You and Jughead look at each other nervously. You calm yourself down enough before your name is called for your audition. You know you did amazing at your audition.

*One Day Later*

Cheryl walked to the front of the theater club door and posted the cast list. You hurry to find your name and see that you and Jughead got the parts of Juliet and Romeo. You can't contain your excitement. You see Veronica walk up to the list and look for her name. She got the part of Romeo's mom. "Veronica can I talk to you for a second?" You ask. "Sure Y/N. What's up?" Veronica replies. "Did Jughead tell you what happened with Betty and Archie?" You question. "Yeah, he did. I already broke up with Archie two days ago. I don't hold anything against Betty but she should have told Jughead." She answers before walking away.

You can see she doesn't want to be bothered by you. She was part of the cheerleading team and you were more of a theatre geek. You were a bit mad when she just waltzed in and got a supporting role in Carrie the Musical just because Kevin was directing. You never talked to her much and you only ever saw her when Jughead dragged you to do something with his friends. Even though you were close friends with him, his friends weren't too accepting of you.

You run up to Jughead smiling when he is finished checking the cast list. You can't wait for practice this afternoon. "I'll see you at practice Romeo." You tell him smiling. "There are some scenes I can't wait to get practicing Juliet." he replies in a slightly flirty tone. Was he just flirting with you? You secretly hoped that he was. After a bunch of classes, it was finally time for practice. The whole cast met up in the theatre room. Reggie was Tybalt, Archie was Parks, Kevin was Mercutio, Josie was the nurse and you didn't know anyone else that got the other roles. Cheryl stepped on top of the piano to make an announcement.

"Attention. We need to have our Romeo and Juliet practice kissing right now so I can tell if there is chemistry. If there isn't we will need to recast. Y/N and Jughead, director's room now!" Cheryl announces. You being to feel a little nervous. Jughead can sense this and grabs your hand tightly to calm you down. All this does is give you butterflies making you more nervous. Cheryl motions the two of you to stand a few feet in front of her while she sits in a chair.

"Okay, I need to see the part when they kiss for the first time," Cheryl states. Jughead suddenly grabs your face and pulls you in for a quick passionate kiss. You kiss him back and it feels amazing. "That will suffice. Although I do recommend practicing more so we can really nail it on the chemistry." Cheryl decides. For the entire rest of practice you can't stop thinking about the kiss. You blush just thinking about it. There is no way he could have kisses you like that if he didn't have feelings for you.

When practice is over you go up to Jughead and kiss him again. You use all the strength you have to make it rough and passionate, Jughead grabs your waist and pulls you in closer. "You know, I like you as more than friends Y/N." Jughead says after separating our lips. You smile and kiss his jaw. "I like you too, Jug. Maybe we could be boyfriend and girlfriend?" "I would love to be your boyfriend."

You jump onto his waist and wrap your legs around him. You kiss again and your lips seem to fit perfectly on each other's. He runs his finger through your hair gazing into your eyes. Suddenly you notice a certain redhead watching you. "It's fine lovebirds you can continue. My matchmaking abilities are unmatched. I'm sure you will get a ton of practice done this weekend," Cheryl giggles before walking off arm in arm with Toni. You roll your eyes and look back at Jughead. "Pop's?" He asks. "Pop's." you reply before kissing him once more.

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You are a sophomore at Riverdale High. Since your best friend is a serpent you decided to join too. You have completed all the initiation tasks so far except for the dance so there is no turning back now. "Toni, do I really need to do the dance in order to become a serpent?" You ask your best friend Toni. She had been a serpent for a while and the jacket looked pretty badass so you wanted to join. "Y/N, you will do great! Just don't look at any of the old creeps and you'll do great. I am not a fan of this tradition either but if you really want to be a serpent you need to do it." Toni says trying to be encouraging

You were ready and you walked up to the pole. You began to strip and started to gain confidence. As you swung on the pole, you noticed you caught the attention of a tall raven haired teenager. You winked at him and you could tell he was staring. You let your body take control and became lost in the dance. Before you knew it, you were done with your dance. FP wrapped a serpent jacket around you and did your best to cover up as much as you could. A bunch of people congratulated you on your way to get your dress from Toni.

Toni extends an arm holding on to a dress for you. You quickly grab it from her before running off to slip it on over your undergarments. You felt pretty exposed out there with most people in multiple layers from the cold weather. After you put your dress back on you see that black-haired boy once more. The moment his eyes meet yours he walks up to you. "I'm Sweet Pea,"" he says. His voice is low and sexy. He was tall but didn't completely tower over you. "I'm Y/N," You say. Someone could cut the sexual tension with a knife. He steps closer to you and you shiver. He is less than an inch away from you and you can feel his brown eyes staring into your soul.

"If you could dance like that for me sometime, I'll be sure to treat you real nice babygirl." He whispers into your ear. You shiver at his cold breath. Was it bad that this was turning you on? "Sweet pea, back the hell off of my friend!" Toni says trying to separate Sweet Pea from you. He gives you a seductive look and walks away a bit angry that Toni interrupted. "Sorry Y/N, but as your friend I need to protect you from the guys that aren't good for you." Toni starts to say, "Don't get me wrong I'm friends with him and all but he has never had a lasting relationship with anyone before. I see how you look at him but you should be careful,"

"Toni, I appreciate that you want to look out for me but I don't need your relationship advice. I need to find him." You tell Toni before dashing off to find Sweet Pea. Although Toni wants to stop you, she lets you run after him. You walk down a hallway and tap his shoulder. "I thought I'd never see you again, Y/N," He whispers with his cool breath on your neck. Soon he's pinned you to the wall. You go in for a kiss and he smashes his lips into yours. You notice a bit of your lipgloss getting on his lips but you don't think he cares.

"Would you be my boyfriend?" You ask him quietly. You feel a bit nervous about what Toni said. You want some kind of commitment if you are in a relationship with someone. "If you kiss me likes that again the yes," He answers with a smirk. Your lips meet once more this time even more passionate. Your hands run through his hair and he holds your face. As you separate, you realize that you need to go soon. You see Toni walk towards you waving her motorcycle keys. You remember that she is your ride home.

He quickly takes out a pen and scribbles his phone number on a piece of paper. He then hands it to you and winks. "I can't wait to see you again soon babe," He says. "Maybe if you're lucky we'll do more than kissing." you reply with a smirk. You notice him adjusting his pants and giggle before walking away with Toni.

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Reggie Mantle and Y/N have been dating for 4 months. It was the longest relationship that Reggie had ever been in. People would be shocked if they knew that he was in a committed relationship. He knew something was different with Y/N from the moment he met her. Still they kept it a secret for the sake of his reputation and hers. Her friends Betty and Veronica would hate it if they knew she was dating him. Reggie didn't want to damage his status as unattainable and a heartbreaker. So they kept their relationship private.

"It's been months since you've had a girlfriend it seems. Do you want to borrow mine?" Cheryl walks up to Reggie's locker and asks in a bitchy tone with a smirk. "I actually have a girlfriend, she just... uh... isn't from Riverdale." Reggie answers trying to cover up the fact that Y/N was his girlfriend. "Perfect. I am having a 4th of July barbeque at my place tonight. Can the two of you make it?" Cheryl asks. "Okay." Reggie gulped. The bell rang for lunch.

**Time Skip**

"Reggie, you can't eat so many french fries! You'll get sick. Eat a salad or something." You say pouting. "I have to bulk up for football season baby. You can't change me. I'm eating 5 cheeseburgers, 100 french fries, and 2 pizza pies for lunch a day whether you like it or not." Reggie replies while eating. You roll your eyes. "If you eat that much you'll end up spending hundreds at Pop's diner every day!"

The two of you eat lunch at Pop's to avoid suspicion. If you ate lunch together at the cafeteria, everyone would definitely find out you were dating. Pop Tate is definitely trustworthy enough to not tell the entire school, so Pop's is the perfect place to eat. Besides, if you could eat at Pop's diner for every meal you would.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" Reggie flirts. HIs brown eyes look at you like he can see into your soul. You can't help but to blush. "No," you reply innocently. "Well, Y/N... you look gorgeous today." Reggie whispers into your ear. You bite your lip. Reggie's eyes darken. His lips kiss yours with an insane amount of passion. The chemistry between you two was undeniable. You wonder if his football exercise routine somehow made his lips stronger. When his lips depart from yours, you frown. You can sense something is wrong.

"I.. um.. have something to tell you." Reggie says sheepishly. "What? Did you fail another math test?" "Well I may have revealed to Cheryl I had a girlfriend. DOn't' worry I didn't say it was you. I just said I had a girlfriend from a different school to avoid suspicion. Now she asked me to bring my girlfriend to her 4th of july barbeque. I might have said yes..." "Why would you agree to that?" You ask annoyed. Not that you could stay mad at him for long.

"I don't want her to think I'm available or something because I'm not. The only woman I want to be with is you." Reggie confesses. At this moment you want nothing but to be with him forever. "Oh my god, Reggie I love you so much." you say, not registering the words leaving your mouth. You had never told him you loved him before this. Your cheeks flush a shade of pink with embarrassment.

"I love you too, Y/N. More than you could ever know," He says holding your hand. He places a trail of kisses down your neck. You have never felt so alive before. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a long kiss. Maybe all the practice from his days as a player have paid off. Your moment gets ruined by Cheryl walking up to your booth. She snaps a photo of the two of you kissing. "Reggie I think we may need to reveal that we are dating." you whisper to him.

"Cheryl, this is my girlfriend Y/N." Reggie explains. "She is from our school you pathetic liar. I have no clue why you have some secret relationship but I'm going to expose it." Cheryl sasy mischievously dangling her phone with the picture in front of Reggie's face. "Be careful Cheryl, we might replace you and Toni as the hottest couple." Reggie threatens. Cheryl rolls her eyes and backs off. "As if! You win this time lovebirds." Cheryl screams angrily before exiting. You turn to Reggie and continue making out.

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You quietly open the door trying not to make any noise. You were trying to sneak out of the house to go see your best friend/crush Jughead. Unfortunately you fall and the door makes a loud screeching sound. Suddenly the lights flicker on in the kitchen, you slowly turn around to see your brother Archie standing behind you. You flash him an innocent smile. You knew you weren't getting out of this one. Archie has always been protective of you, you knew you would have to tell a lie to get out of trouble. Even though you hated lying to Archie, you were quite good at it.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" Archie whispers angrily. "I'm going over to Ronnie's place, she's going through some family issues." For a moment you thought he actually believed you and you would get away with it. But then your phone lights up, revealing a text from Jughead that read: Hey you almost here?. You quickly respond saying: sorry got caught by Archie, be there soon.

You look up and see Archie standing over you furious. "No way you are not going anywhere with Jughead." You sigh disappointed, he know you and juggie are best friends, and nothing he says will ever change that. "Tell me something Archie what happened between you and juggie why are you guys so mad at each other?" you ask, every time you've tried to ask Archie or Jughead about it they always shut down. Archie opens his mouth to say something but is at a loss for words. "I'm going Archie you obviously have no good reason to be mad at him." You say. You start to walk out the door but before you leave you turn around and say one last thing to Archie.

"Maybe instead of dwelling on the past you two should talk and work things out so you can be friends again." you walk out before you could hear his response because you had already made juggie wait long enough. You arrive at the drive-in where Jughead told you to meet him. But there is no sign of him, suddenly the light on the storage room turns on. You slowly walk towards it, you turn the door knob and see Jughead sitting on a small bed. Once he sees you he jumps up and pulls you into a tight hug.

"I was getting worried, is everything ok with archie?" he asks seriously, you chuckle in response. "yea everything's fine thanks... what is this place?" you ask looking around the room, you see some clothes scattered on the floor, and also some posters on the walls. "This is my home." he says he looks down ashamed, you walk over to him and pull him into a hug. "I love you Y/N" he says softly, you feel a smile grow on your face. "i love you too juggie" he sighs, pulling off his hat then running his fingers through his hair.

"i mean i love you, more than a friend" he says anxiously, you grab his arm pulling him so he's facing you. you take a step forward closing the gap between the two of you, "i know jug- i love you too, more than a friend." you both stand there smiling like idiots. Suddenly he places his hand on your cheek, and leans down. you both close your eyes at the same time, then feel your lips brush against each others, he pulls back deciding to tease you a bit. you get tired of his teasing and pull him into a rough but passionate kiss.

Jughead lifts you up, while you wrap your legs around his waist. he carries you over to the bed, where he gently lies you down. you pull him closer to deepen the kiss. you tug on the side of his shirt as you pull away taking a breath while jughead takes off his shirt. you pull him down so he can lie down beside you. you give him a quick peck on the lips, then snuggle next to him. you bury your head into his bare chest, you feel his hands roaming your body. you both fall asleep, both with smiles on your faces. you couldn't care less about your fight with Archie earlier, you felt bad leaving him at home worrying about you. but right now that didn't matter. the only thing that you cared about was you and jughead.

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Rain tapped against the window, the sound soothing to your soul. You sat in bed, a book in your lap yet you couldn’t focus on the words that filled the pages. Prom was tomorrow night and the one person you truly wanted to bring, you couldn’t.

At first your plan was to not go at all. However, being friends with Veronica Lodge that quickly wasn’t an option.

“Of course you have to go!” Veronica exclaimed. “Tell her Archie, tell her she has to go.”

Archie raised an eyebrow and was about to protest, say it was your choice, but Veronica crossed her arms and only pressed him more. Archie turned his attention back to you. “Come on Y/N, you have to go.”

Later that week, you went dress shopping with the girls and now here you were; desperately trying to come up with an excuse.

It’s not like you were going to spend that night with FP anyway.

After the the party, after your heated and passionate kiss, FP stated it was wrong and walked away. As tears slowly trickled down your face, you made your way home alone. Every part of you ached. You had never felt things you felt while in his arms. And you knew he felt the same. Yet, he walked away.

A part of you understood why.

As much as it hurt, it was the right thing to do. He had a lot to lose and a lot to fear. So did you. Nonetheless, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You couldn’t stop thinking about the taste of his lips, how his body felt pressed against yours, how for that brief moment your heartbeats synced and everything felt right.

And you couldn’t stop thinking about wanting to kiss him again. You imagined how it would feel. You imagined his lips slowly exploring your whole body. The very image made your cheeks flush.

Yet, you were forced to stay away.

You stopped by the trailer the day after the party but FP wasn’t there. You waited around a while, hoping he would show but he never did. You stopped by the day after that and the day after that but only encountered darkness. When you asked Juggie about his dad he said FP left town for a couple of days. Your heart sank. FP was avoiding you; trying to get away from the trouble.

So you did your best to do the same. Tried but failed. The thought of his hands touching your bare skin was stronger.

The next day you took all your things to Veronica’s. “I think it’s a good idea for us girls to get ready together.” She clapped her hands with excitement before adding: “Then we can meet the boys at Pop’s for a pre-prom milkshake.”

It seemed like a good idea at first. You thought it would help you forget FP for just one night. However, seeing how excited Betty and Veronica were to go with their significant other just made you more upset. But you sucked it up. You promised your friends you would have a good time and that’s what you intended to do.

The three of you made it to Pop’s a few hours later. The clicking of heels against the dark cold pavement had heads turning left and right.

“Couldn’t you guys have tried to look at least a little less gorgeous?” Jughead asked as we sat down, kissing Betty on the cheek and putting his arm around her. “Now Archie and I look like we didn’t even try.”

Archie smirked while Veronica sat down beside him. She began to fix his tie. “Well, I for one think you look very handsome.” She pecked his lips and turned to Jughead. “You too Jughead.”

Jughead did a little bow motion before letting out a small laugh.

As sweet as it all was you felt suffocated and uncomfortable. Being the only single one in your group of friends never really bothered you and it shouldn’t bother you now. But it did.

You had to get out of there; even just for a moment.

“I-I completely forgot to call my mom.” You lied smoothly and before the rest of the group had a chance to react, you scurried out of your seat and walked back outside.

The breeze hit you instantly, it was refreshing to say the least.

You strolled down the parking lot, hiding behind one of the parked vehicles. Letting out a deep sigh, you buried your head in your hands. Your head was spinning. You hated FP for having such an effect you. You couldn’t stop thinking about him and it hurt just as much as it excited you.

You were so lost in within your own thoughts that you did not hear a motorcycle pull up to the diner.

“Y/N?”

A voice all to familiar, sent tingles down your spine, as you lifted your head to meet its owner.

FP Jones was standing by his bike with a concerned look on his face.

You wiped the tears that broke free from your eyes and shot FP a blank smile.

His heart sank. He knew it was his fault you were out here all alone, crying. He knew and he hated himself for it. But he had to stay away. The impure thoughts that circled his mind when the two of you kissed were challenging his belief system.

He marched towards you until he was inches away.

“W-what’s going on?”

FP swallowed hard as he glanced down at his feet. He clenched his fists. He was so angry at himself for hurting you so badly that you couldn’t even enjoy your very last prom night.

Hesitantly, he placed his arms on your shoulders.

A burning sensation filled every inch of your body. Mixing fire and water.

Seeing him here, so close to you, made it extremely hard to hate him. Honestly, you only desired him more.

Your eyes locked. The deep dark look made you feel as if you were floating in the air.

FP couldn’t help but to awe at how beautiful you looked. No matter how hard he try to forget, he couldn’t. He was hooked. The kiss you shared was all he could ruminate about. And now, he tried with every fibre of his being not to kiss you again.

Without really thinking, you took a step closer. Standing chest to chest with FP Jones as his hands moved from your shoulders to your face.

This was extremely dangerous. Anyone could see, especially your friends. But it was like your bodies had a mind of their own.

Slowly, you pressed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You whispered.

Before he got the chance to respond your mouth was on his.

The kiss was different from the last.

It was gentle and soft, almost comforting. His lips were warm. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb slowly caressing your cheek. You felt his hear beating against your chest and you were sure he felt yours too.

You pull apart, breathless.

A smile spread across his face making your heart flutter in your chest.

“This is wrong.” He whispered quietly, still holding your face.

“If it’s so wrong then why does it feel so right.”

You pecked his lips before breaking the embrace.

He watched you walk away. His heart pounding in his chest. The effect you had on him was unbelievable. He knew it was improper, ill-judged. You, in all aspects, were fragile and pure. Like a dove. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted more and he was sure you wanted more too.

Later that night, FP sat outside his trailer with a beer in his hand. His mind was a little hazy from the alcohol, however, he could still phantom his surroundings. He was thinking about you, as always. He wondered if you were having a good time. He wondered if any guys tried to dance with you. The mere thought made his bones fill with jealousy.

It was in that moment a taxi pulled up.

FP got to his feet as you gracefully exited the car.

“Hey.” You breathed. A slight smile circling around your lips as you walked towards the older man.

“Hey.”

You stopped a few steps in front of him, turning your head slightly to make sure the taxi was out of sight. Once it turned the corner, completely disappearing into the darkness, you turned your attention back to FP. His eyes were fixated on you as he took a sip of his beer.

“So what are you doing here lil dove?”

You were slightly taken back by his nickname for you. It was sweet yet unusual but you didn’t question it. Instead you reached for his beer and watered your lips.

“Prom was boring.” You stated. “I’d rather spend the night here, with you.”

FP swallowed hard. “Come on in then.”

He let you pass and watched intensively as you walked inside the trailer. Every part of him was shaking internally. His head was spinning fast. All he desired in that moment was to grab you and pull you close. Kiss every inch of your body and hear you breathe heavily into his ear beginning for more.

He shook the impure thoughts away as he closed the trailer door behind him. But when he turned to face you all the thoughts came crawling right back into his mind.

You were leaning against the wall across the room. Your arms by your side and your head held high.

His gaze looked you up and down. Lingering a little too long at your breasts.

Without taking a second to think about what his next move should be, without rationalising the situation, he roamed towards you.

Pushing you tightly against the wall while pressing his body against yours. His sultry breath hit your lips making you melt immediately. He traced your face with his finger while his other arm slowly moved to your waist, grabbing it tightly.

“You mess with my head lil dove.” He whirred with lust.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Gently digging your nails into his bare skin. The contact sent a blow of electricity down his spine.

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

With that he kissed your lips.

You immediately kissed back as his hand moved from your cheek and tangled in your hair. He pushed his lips harder against yours trying to establish dominance. You bit his lower lip as you pulled on his hair before completely giving in. Your tongues now dancing with each other, turning a single flame into an inferno.

FP picked you up off the ground with one arm, not breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around him which emanated in your dress rolling up, revealing a little to much. FP proceeded to relocate his arms and placed them on your thighs as you feel his member throbbing through his jeans.

Everything was moving at an insanely heated pace.

FP broke the kiss swiftly and without wasting a breath brushed his lips against your neck. His finger tips slowly making their way higher, your skin tingled with a static frenzy. You whimpered in pleasure and for a second FP’s mouth stretched wider against your neck into sort of a grin.

He loved the effect he had on you. Just as you loved the effect you had on him.

“Y/N..” FP groaned, his mind completely lost in you. Pushing his groin tighter against you; his erection growing when he started to suck on the soft skin of your neck. “FP.” You whispered breathlessly. “Please..”

Like in a trance, FP shifted so his face was inches away from yours. “Please..” You whimpered again, eager for him to touch you where you knew he wouldn’t dare without verbal confirmation from you. No matter how much he wanted to.

“I want you; all of you.”

FP’s fingers trailed even higher up your dress, almost at your panties. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.”

The words were an invitation that FP accepted. Adjusting his grip, he held you tightly in his arms and walked to the bedroom. Letting you fall on the bed, he took off his t-shirt and threw it on the ground before crawling on top of you hungrily. Your lips once again met his. You reached out your hand; your fingers traced down his chest and stopped at his belt buckle.

Your head was filled with crazy thoughts. Half of them horny, wanting nothing more but FP inside of you, while the others were along the lines of ‘what the hell are you doing Y/N?’

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Smash!!

A shriek escaped my mouth when my phone hit my face. I could immediately hear my mother downstairs, putting down whatever she was doing and heading up the stairs. “Y/N, dear? Are you okay?” Just before she managed to open the door, I shoved my phone under my pillows and grabbed a book from the nightstand, opening it to a random page. “Yeah! Yeah, everything’s alright. Just thought I saw a spider.” My mother chuckled and reminded me that dinner would be done in a few minutes. I nodded and she left my room. As soon as I was sure that she’d left, I put the book down and grabbed my phone again, staring at the screen.

“To be continued…? Are you serious? How the hell am I supposed to wait! Ugh!” Still, I doubled tapped the text and a small red heart floated around the screen. Then, I quickly typed in a comment, mentioning how much I loved the story and what an evil person the author was to make us wait.

“Dinner!” I shoved my phone underneath my pillows again and walked down to the kitchen where I grabbed my plate and sat down at the table. Dinner was nice as always. My parents chatted about their day and when they were done they asked me how school went. I told them that everything was fine and I got good grades, which was the truth. They were happy when I told them and the conversation drifted away from me again.

As soon as I was finished with my food, I told my parents that I would take a quick shower and then head to bed. They wished me a good night and I ran back upstairs and into the bathroom. I turned the shower on, but did not check the temperature, since I had no intention of really getting in. Instead I pulled my hair into a ponytail and quickly put some makeup on. After a few minutes, I turned the shower off and walked to my room. I grabbed a damp towel and left it on the floor, just to cover up my traces.

Finally in my room, I grabbed my leather jacket from underneath my bed and pulled some combat boots on, before I opened the window, swung my legs to the outside and jumped down, softly landing on the grass underneath my window. I sneaked along the wall, until I came to the front of the house and from there I quickly ran and ducked behind one of the neighbour’s fences.

I knew no one noticed me or followed me, but I stayed put just to be sure. After a few moments of silence, I stood up and made my way down the street to a waiting car.

Toni grinned when she saw me coming and opened the passengers side door so that I could quickly hop inside. As soon as I was buckled up, she sped off and when we left the nice neighbourhood of the north side, she turned her radio up and we sang along to the songs. We soon arrived in front of the Whyte Wyrm.

Toni and I quickly made our way into the bar and while she directly walked to the bar to order some drinks, I jumped up the stairs to get to an office. There was no guarantee that he was here at that time, he might as well be in his trailer. But I was lucky.

I opened the door and he was sitting behind his desk, studying some papers. I quickly and quietly closed the door and walked over to him, catching his attention. A smirk adorned his face when I got close and he leaned back in his chair allowing me to sit down in his lap. “Hey there, princess.” I chuckled and pressed my lips against his, welcoming his taste. His tongue slowly caressed mine, while my hands gently tugged at the hairs on the back of his head. His fingers duck into my thigh and hips, pulling me even closer to him. Both out of air, we pulled away. “FP.” I grinned and he slowly licked his lips at the sound of his name. He leaned in, trying to press his lips against mine again, but I turned away and focused my attention on the papers. Just to tease him, of course.

He laughed and quickly pressed a kiss against my shoulder.

While I was looking over the papers, I noticed a list with dates and names. Or better said two names. I immediately knew what it was, and my face turned sour. “When can I-?” “Y/N, no.” I turned back to FP and glared at him. “I want to be a Serpent! Why can’t I?” FP sighed and I stood up from his lap, walking to the other side of the desk. “I won’t let you do the initiation, Y/N. We already talked about it.” I shook my head. “You talked and played the mindful adult. I just sat there and had no chance to say anything.” “Because there is nothing you could say that would change my mind! You’re not doing the initiation. I won’t allow it!” I rolled my eyes and looked away, studying the wall. Silence hung over us and I remembered the fanfiction I read earlier that evening. FP and I had talked a lot about this issue. He was old enough to be my father or at least my very much older brother. He as also the leader of the Serpents while I was the only daughter of one of the most prestigious men in Riverdale. I stopped counting how many times I had to convince him that I loved him and that I would stay by his side whatever he’d say or do. And I intended to do just that, but he obviously had other ideas.

“Y/N?” I looked at the man and sighed. The look in his eyes…I knew it all too well. I shouldn’t have brought up the initiation. “Come here.” I walked over to him and sat down on his lap again.

“I love you. I know that like I’ve never known anything before. I love you with all my heart and will do everything to protect you. Even from-.” “Don’t do this, FP.” “Me.” I looked to the ground, fighting the tears in my eyes. He grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him. “This is the best way. Please trust me, Y/N.” He pressed his lips against mine, in a bittersweet, last kiss.

After that, I was forbidden from entering the Whyte Wyrm ever again and I didn’t try. I knew that FP had told every Serpent to kick me out if they saw me and I knew that they would do just that.

So, I continued my life as usual, hid the leather jacket under my bed and never took it out again. I attended school, studied and got good grates and sooner or later, I graduated. I enrolled in a teacher program at Riverdale High and had been teaching there for two years. When everything with Jason Blossom went down, I assisted Betty, Jug, Archie and Veronica with their research. I took care of Jug when FP went to jail and helped them with their investigation to proof his innocence. After he got out of prison, FP started to work at Pop’s, a reason for me to avoid the diner.

But when he later revealed that he was the new sheriff, I saw my chance to get him back. After all those years…I still loved him. And now, he was just as much of a northsider as me. Nothing was holding us back, except for maybe…him.

Still. I dug out my leather jacket and put my boots on, just like all those years ago, before I ran out of my house and jumped on my motorcycle, speeding off to the police station. It was already late and I knew that barely anyone would be there, but I prayed for him to be there.

When I arrived, I ran inside the station and bumped into a firm chest. I stumbled back, but a arm wrapped around my waist and kept me from falling. “What’s got you in such a hurry, princess?” I shivered at his old nickname for me. I grinned when I looked up, especially when I noticed the smirk on his face. “You.” I raised to the tip of my toes and pressed my lips against his, smiling into the kiss. I missed him so much.

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When you graduated university you never expected to have to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere. You didn’t expect to be stuck into a waitressing job at Pop’s, losing your way a little bit. Things had been good for a few years after you graduated, a few years of being on the up and up in a company you loved, came crashing down around you and you were forced to find somewhere close by, somewhere small and cheap that you could live and hold over. Riverdale worked and you never expected to stay long, never expected to live paycheck to paycheck, never expected to be stuck in a life like this.

You also never expected to become quick friends with the guy at the back of the restaurant, nor expected how he would change your life completely. Or not him, but sort of him.

Jughead was younger than you, by a few years. He had graduated high school, a few years after you had graduated university. Some thought it was odd for the two of you to become friends, but there was no denying it. You two simply clicked and got along. Neither of you cared about the age gap, until you met his dad.

There was a different kind of connection the instant the two of you made eye contact. You were meeting Jughead for movie night, and he was still living with his dad. FP Jones wasn’t supposed to be there, but you had to admit, you weren’t complaining. The man was gorgeous, and the way he looked at you made you blush. There was something there that neither of you could explain, but that both of you tried to shove away.

But as you spent more and more time at the Jones’s residence, the more you saw him. You found yourself falling into easy conversation with the older man, speaking to him about your dreams and hobbies, and him about his life. The tension never left, simply grew stronger and stronger, but neither of you could back away from the other, both of you were hooked.

But you both refused to be. It seemed wrong, the way you were falling for your best friend’s father. The way he seemed to be falling as well. It didn’t matter how easy the conversations were, how much you both felt it was right, no matter how easy it was to talk to the other. No matter what, you both needed to stay away.

But then it happened. You were the one to make the first move. Jughead was in another town, working hard to get the book published. He was trying so hard, and you knew he would be gone for a few days. You went to his place, knocking on the door timidly and he opened it, deep confusion on his face.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” He asked you through a yawn and you let your gaze wander over his sleepy, scruffy face before you walked in, kissing him deeply. A kiss that made him freeze in place, a kiss that held him locked to you. A kiss that he reciprocated after minimal hesitation.

It was the best weekend you had spent anywhere.

When Jug came back you and FP continued to keep the relationship a secret. You were terrified of telling Jug about it, terrified of losing the one friend you had made in the small town, and terrified of losing FP, the man you had come to love.

The two of you felt guilt within you at keeping it a secret from Jug, but you always knew FP felt more so about it. The way he would instantly shut anything down when his son was in the room, the way he shut you down the second you tried talking to him about telling him. You wanted to tell your friend, you knew the relationship between you and FP was putting a strain on you and Jug, and you hated it. You wanted to tell him, rip off the bandaid so to speak.

What you didn’t expect was what happened instead. The date had started normal, you and FP had been watching movies for the night while Jughead was at Archie’s. The moment you had stepped into the place you knew something was different. You knew that there was a frostiness in the air, and a tension you had never felt before.

When he paused the movie you looked at him expectantly, awaiting an explanation. The one he gave you made your breath hitch and made you feel like you were suffocating as your vision blurred with tears.

“We need to stop this,” he had said simply and you shook your head defiantly.

“Why?” You asked simply.

“I'm too old for you,” he said and you glared, standing up and crossing your arms in front of him, a snort sounding as you stared him down.

“What? You're too old for me now that you’ve used me? You got a good fuck a few times and now you're done? What? I was just a whore for you?” You asked and could see the wince on his face as his eyes turned to steel. You could feel your heart shattering the more either of you spoke, the idea of just being a toy setting into your brain. You had fallen for the man before you, you knew that, and

“I was always too old for you. You’re friends with my son for christs sake, I should have never let it get this far,” he argued. You rolled your eyes, trying to allow your anger to overtake the way you wanted to break down.

“So what? I’m older than he is. 7 years older to be exact but that doesn’t seem to make you want me to stop being friends with him?”

“That’s different (Y/N) and you know it.”

“No. You're just scared of telling him!”

“You need to go. This needs to stop. And don’t you dare tell him anything,” he said before leading you to the door and watching as you left, going straight home.

The only contact you had with either Jones men was to text Jughead back, saying you needed time and space. You were sick and needed to be alone. He claimed to understand, and you didn’t even bother to think he was worried about you. You needed to be away from both of the men in that family, needed to time to get over the second, so you could face the third. You hated yourself for it, hated to admit that FP Jones the Second had broken your heart the way he had, but it was true.

It took almost a month for you to agree to meet Jughead. You hated that it took so long, that FP had broken your heart and cracked your spirit, but you were working on fixing it. You needed your friend back, you had ached to see him again, no matter how much your brain tried to tell you it was a bad idea. With a shower, application of whatever makeup you needed to hide the bags beneath your eyes, clean clothes and something to do in case Jug got stuck in his laptop again, you were off. You had high hopes for the night, high hopes that would not be dashed. You refused to let yourself be broken any longer. You needed to fix yourself, and fix the important things.

Jughead of course, was awkward when you saw him again. But the awkwardness between the two of you didn’t last long as the friendship clicked back into place with ease. The night went well with you asking about the book, the two of you stealing each other’s food, and just generally having a good time. Things were good, for about 2 weeks. Until the second came back into your life.

You were with Jug again, same booth as usual, and had had a normal night between the two of you. It was when you were walking home that things got weird.

You had told Jug to go on to his place without you, that you would be fine to walk alone to your own place that was only a block from Pop’s. But as soon as Jug was out of sight your arm was grabbed and you were pinned to the wall of Pop’s, fists clenched as you went to fight back. Until the familiar scent of the one who had hurt you filled your nose, and everything him overwhelmed your senses. He pulled you to him, pressing his lips hard and possessively against yours. It was passionate and lit every fibre of your being on fire. You had craved this kiss since you had lost it, and you never wanted it to end. But you had more self control than that.

You were tempted to lean into his touch but you refused, throwing his hands off of you and pulling away from his lips.

“What were you doing with him? You and him a couple now?” FP asked, seething with anger.

“Why would you give a shit? You're too old for me, and apparently I aint too old for him, you said so yourself,” you spat back, able to see the fire in FP’s eyes as you did.

“Because treating my boy like a rebound isn't exactly what I had in mind (Y/N),” he growled and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not with him, you may think I’m a whore, but no, I’m really not,” you said, attempting to step around him. He simply grabbed you, and pinned you again, this time gentler.

“I want to apologize,” he said. You let out a bitter laugh, again throwing his hands off of you, even though you ached to bring your lips to his again and forgive him. You were stronger than that.

“So what? Can't get laid anywhere else?” You asked. He sighed and looked at you.

“I broke it off with you because I was scared ok? Because you’re young and youthful, you’re 13 years younger than me, you shouldn’t be saddled with me. And I knew you were friends with my son and I didn’t want to risk him, and you at the same time,” he said. Your shoulder slumped as you dropped the offensive pose, continuing to glare as you moved your arms to hug yourself.

“That isnt your place to decide FP. You don’t get to decide if I’m saddled with you or not. I meant what I said. I love you. I want to be with you. You broke my heart and I am not just going to let you back in so you can run when you're scared. I’m not going to let you back in so we can continue to keep this a secret from my best friend, and your son,” you said, eyes hard as you spoke.

“I will do whatever you want, I just, I missed you so much (Y/N), and not because of what you think. I let you think that crap so that you would stay gone, but I have missed you, so much,” he whispered, a vulnerability in his eyes.

“I don’t care FP, you gotta prove it to me,” you said, shaking your head, “I am not going to just let you take me again. I’ve missed you too, so bad, you broke my heart,” you repeated and he nodded.

“I’ll make it up to you, please, just give me another chance, we will figure everything out if you will,” he said and you sighed, defeated as you kissed him, putting your hands to his face. The kiss was more passionate than the last and it filled you with need, a need you knew you would ignore until he truly did prove what he said. As he pulled away, the two of you panting and looking into each other’s eyes, only four words broke the silence.

“I love you too.”

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Hiram had no real reason for visiting Riverdale high that day, his daughter Veronica not even there, seeing that it was the weekend and she was probably off somewhere with one of her friends. And yet when you texted him asking him to meet you there, he quickly dropped everything her had been doing and drove over there.

The moment her entered the school building her could hear the music, coming from the way the gym was located. It was loud and he could only assume you were in there, practicing for cheerleading.

His loud footsteps echoed through the empty hallways as he walked closer towards the source of the music.

His dark brown eyes widened slightly as he noticed your practice, the door opened just enough for him to be able to see you. The routine seemed fairly simple but to him you looked magnificent, your body moving easily with the music.

You could feel his gaze on you, a tiny smirk forming in the corner of your lips as you acted like you were clueless of his presence, adding an extra sway to your hip movements (in a way you knew drove him crazy).

A couple of moments passed and the song was coming to an end, you twirled around, not even looking in his direction as you spoke. “Will you stand there the whole day or join me?” Your voice was teasing as you grabbed your water bottle and took a long gulp.

A sheepish smile appeared on Hiram's lips as he entered the gym, walking towards you, his eyes darkened with lust.

“You little minx.” His voice was quiet and barely above a whisper but you heard it clearly, barely suppressing a smirk as he wrapped his arms around you, your back pressed against him.

“Hmm someone’s happy to see me.” You chuckled, leaning into his touch.

He chuckled, the motion creating vibrations against your body. “Always my sweet Y/N, always.”

You turned around in his arms, noticing how close you two were standing, his lips inches from your own. You glanced down for a mere second, lifting your gaze up to stare into his brown eyes.

A shiver ran down your spine as he lifted his arm and gently traced your jawline with his fingertips. “Hiram.” A whimper escaped your parted lips and he smirked down at you.

“Yes my dear?” “I never imagined you as a tease Mr. Lodge.”

Instead of waiting for a response, you closed the gap, claiming his lips with your own. Your hand instantly wrapped around his neck, your fingertips toying with his short hair absentmindedly.

A couple of moments passed before you pulled back, a mischievous smile on your lips. “Now, how about you take us home and we continue this there?”

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(Y/n) swayed from side to side, letting the music take over her thoughts as cocktails and shots fuelled her confidence to dance gently to the tones, notes and stings. She was more than just eye catching, she won over the attention of everyone in the room. The girl was as magnetic and electric as a person could be, she turned every mans head when she walked into a room; usually causing a hoard of people to stand up and talk to her. She stuck out like a diamond in the rough of dirt, slime and soil.

“Hey, (y/n) do you wanna maybe stop drinking? Your acting like an ass.” The words sounded blurred and murmured to her unsturdy mind, clutching her drink with a harsher grip when she made sense of what the blonde said. Of course it was Betty telling her this. They had never got along since she had caught the awareness of jughead more than a couple of times. Causing the prim and proper girl to stir a seemingly unexplainable hatred towards the captivating girl.

“Do you wanna shove your fingers up your ass? See if you can get it any looser?” The (y/h/c) replied, slurring slightly and ending her insult by downing her drink and passing the empty glass to the wanna-be journalist and walking off, not caring to give a second glance to the girl she knew was glaring at her. However at the same time taking in the way her hips swayed and her hair bounced as she walked away. Envious of the looks the men have her, even her own ‘man’ turning to gaze at her, her very presence intoxicating the entire room. Sending out butterflies to everyone who couldn’t rip there eyes away from her magnificent self.

She was unaware of the looks she got, but it had been this way for the vivacious girl. Ever since she was born, even we mother knew she was something special. She could never quite contain the atmosphere she caused, the way she became heroin to people. She was addicting without trying to be. A complete dream in the reality of the small and tragic town riverdale.

(Y/n) had made their way to the balcony, sat at a table on a cold metal chair. Intertwining her fingers with the swirls, twists and decoration on the chair while the other held her cigarette. She looked up and tried to count the stars through hooded lids. She was dazed and bored. No one ever quite able to satisfy the (y/e/c) eyed dreamer. Her vision was hazy so her counting of the stars, wasn’t going so well. Getting more and more frustrated every time she had to re-start and start counting again. Audibly groaning as she messaged up her last attempt and flicked her cigarette away, standing up to watch it fall to the ground. Leaning over the balcony and letting her legs dangle, probably flashing a lucky guy if he was anywhere close to the window. She smiled as it hit the floor and returned to her feet, turning around and meeting the eyes of the one and only jughead jones. Running a hand up her thigh and winking at him, smirking at the effect she had; him turning and pouting to himself, blush creeping on to his face. She walked towards him, moving the sliding glass door to the side and reaching her destination of dangerously close to him.

“W-What are you doing (y/n-?” Jughead stuttered as she got down onto her knees and licked her lips, gazing straight back at him, pausing to look down and bite her lip, running a hand along his leg, his hand reaching to cover his mouth. The grunge loving boy blushing harder and trying to think of anything that wasn’t sex related or sexual. He looked around, noticing they were the only ones in the room, running a hand through his hair and trying to reassure himself that no one would walk in.

“All done!” The female smiled, standing up and grinning, “Your shoe laces were undone juggy and you were just stood there, completely unaware you could’ve tripped!” Laughing through parts of her ‘bimbo’ faked voice.

“Your such a fucking tease.” Jughead growled at her, rolling his eyes and trying to convince himself to walk away from her. Completely dependant on her aura to get his high, groaning at how much he thought he needed her.

“Maybe you should clear your mind, must be pretty dirty to think I’d whore myself out to you.” She chuckled and walked to Veronica’s vanity, sitting and ruffling her own hair, using her best friends make up to touch up her own. “I’m a lot of bad things but I’d never touch you while you were Betty’s, that would just be a dick move, even if she does hate me.”

Jughead clenched his teeth and convinced himself to storm off, slamming the door and finding a quick blow job, which would be Betty’s job and she would be so glad of the attention that she’d drop to her knees in seconds. Betty was never like that but as soon as (y/n) arrived she became like that. She changed people. She changed riverdale as a whole in the short 2 years she had lived there. She broke and made friendships, caused people to love and hate her and there was never a gray area with her. But how could she notice? She never wanted people to change, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted them to change in the first place. In fact, she was oblivious to it. Due mainly to the fact people changed around her without her having to make them, sometimes she never spoke to them and people would differ themselves to hope they’d get noticed by her. She never did notice anyone though. People were just people to her, she didn’t care.

She heard the door open again, rolling her eyes, choosing to ignore the stranger as she got up to walk away. But she stopped dead in her tracks, like a deer in the headlights she stared, wide-eyed at the man before her. She had become her own audience as she stared at the male in front of her. His cold dark eyes not budging or changing as he noticed her, like most people’s would. He was obviously older and she had no idea why he was here but sh was astonished, taking in every detail from the black suit, shining shoes, tan skin, dark features and every line in his face. He crossed his arms and his demanding ambience grabbed her attention, his frown telling her she was in deep shit.

“What are you doing in my daughter’s room, did she not say guests weren’t permitted to this area.” His voice was smooth and deep and she had already fell in love with it, barely listening to a word he said as the tone had made her head spin and knees get weak, “Sorry sir, what did you say?”

The what was confident girl from 5 minutes ago had shrunk and become shy and scared, something she’d never experienced while not on drugs.

“Why are you in my daughters room dear?” His voice was harsher and louder, more aggressive and too her dizzy head, became more clear.

“Oh, I was just touching up my make up, me and Veronica are close so I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sir.” Fucking shit. This was Veronica’s Dad and from what she was feeling, she had obviously taken a liking to the ruthless businessman.

“However, cariña, you beg not to question if I’m fine with it.” He stepped towards her, (y/n) being backed up to sit on the vanity she was sat at minutes ago. His arms trapping her either side, “Would you like to know if I’m fine with it?”

The short/tall girl gulped and tried to divert her gawking self to any other point of the room, “If that makes you feel any better sir.” She looked at a corner on the room and watched how a cobweb moved due to the breeze from the open door which lead to the balcony that she so badly wanted to jump off at this moment in time due to her rosy face and more than embarrassed way she was feeling. But she decided that to fake confidence as well as she could would be the best option for now.

“Well, I am fine with it.” The mobster suddenly reassured, flashing his pearly whites at the shaken girl, rubbing her upper arm as a way to further show he wasn’t angry. “However dear..” the man leaned in further, his lips brushing her cheek and causing her breath to hitch, feeling as if his cologne clogged her every sense, including how to act like a human being. “I believe your not taking me seriously, and that could get you in some trouble.” His voice was a mere whisper but it still ran shivers down her spine and numbed her knees.

“No, I believe your serious sir.” The waver in her voice forced her faked confidence to now be a shitty acting performance. Hiram smiling at this and drawing away, making sure his cheek brushed hers as he drew away, careful to remain close enough to intimidate her but somewhere where he could see the nerves in her expression, he caressed her cheek and (y/n) flinched away, only for his other hand to push her head into his gentle touch , “If only you weren’t my daughters best friend my dear.” He grinned and for the first time she smiled, but tried to hide it by biting her lip, unknowingly driving the professional criminal crazy by doing it.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.. right?”

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Music was playing softly through the speakers that were mounted around Hiram’s office in order to get the best acoustics in the room directly to the chair that he usually sat in. Classic, just like the man himself. Except he wasn’t in the chair right there, he was on the floor, shirt having been taken off a quarter hour ago, pumping himself up with push-ups. He had the physique of a man half of his age, you noticed and admired. He kept himself up well.

He was showing you his dominance. That he was better looking, that he was stronger, that he was more powerful than any of the men that had been hitting on you at the gym that afternoon. You hadn’t given those men a glance and yet .. his jealousy had flared up, bringing you this rather impressive show.

While this was going on, you were sitting atop his desk, still in your own workout gear. And it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Your legs were crossed, watching him, finally snapping your fingers to get his attention. “That’s enough, Hiram, I think you’ve proven yourself.” You slid off of the desk, landing on your bare feet. You held a hand out to help him up, though he hardly needed it. “You’ve got everything those men will never have - so why don’t you take advantage of it?”

He got up without your help. Now he was just showing off. But he took your hand anyway, holding your wrist up above your head and pushing you back against the wall. The edges of the bookshelves had all been rounded for this very reason, so that it wouldn’t hurt. Pressing you against it, his hand trailing low to into your shorts, feeling what was underneath with a smirk. “You going to be good and keep your hands up while I take these off?” He asked, his tone showing that it was not a question at all.

“Yes, Hiram,” You breathed.

You joined wrists above your head, crossing them as if they were tied up, stretching out your body the way that you knew that he liked. He tugged those shorts down, holding up your feet to help you step out of them. He kissed his way back up your body to your work-out shirt, and began to fumble underneath it, touching your chest, smooth fingers.

It was the footsteps at the door that alerted you. The sound there was more hollow, it echoed louder so that no one could come up on Hiram unannounced. Your eyes caught his with panic. The familiar heels. The familiar walk. Veronica. “Sit,” He said, giving you a little push towards his desk. You stumbled your way there, sitting just in time so that only your upper half could be seen. You moved the mouse so that the screensaver was down, and you looked busy.

“--- and fifty,” Hiram said, having dropped back onto the ground for another push up before Veronica came walking in. “Evening, Veronica. And what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Still working out?” Veronica said, looking at him, and then at you. You smiled at her, hoping to God she wouldn’t notice that there was nothing below the waist. You were pushed further into the desk, making sure that it cut off before your waist. “I was just wondering if I could borrow some money, daddy.”

“Of course,” Hiram said. “I’ll put some on your card before you leave the house. Is that all?”

Veronica looked suspiciously between the two of you. But she was getting what she wanted, after all. “Thanks daddy-kins. I won’t stay out too late.”
“Be careful,” Hiram said. Veronica turned around and walked out, the heavy door closing behind you. You breathed out in relief and pushed the chair back. Before you could relax too much, Hiram was tugging you out of the chair. “Now where were we?”

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The kiss came out of nowhere.

Veronica stopped by the trailer looking for Betty but instead she found a severely injured FP. He was stumbling around the kitchen when she walked inside. Immediately she noticed his hand was gushing blood. The red liquid was also oozing from two deep cuts at the side of his face.

FP didn’t notice Veronica walk inside until she was by his side, ordering him to step aside. He didn’t even protest or ask why she was here for that matter. He simply did as he was told and watched the Lodge girl sifting through the cabinets for his first aid kit.

“I’m not even going to ask what happened.” Veronica said in a somewhat disappointed tone. “Because I know you’re not going to tell me anyway.”

FP smirked. “Smart girl.”

She was by his side once again. She began to gently press a gauze on the wound at the side of his face. FP flinched under the touch which made Veronica let out a small laugh.

“Here, gently keep pressing down.” She instructed. His fingers brushed against hers as they replaced hold on the gauze. The sensation caused the two of them to nervously glance at each other. However, neither of them said a word.

Veronica proceeded to bandage his hand.

The bleeding had slowed to barely a trickle as she wrapped a bandage carefully around. FP watched her discretely as she covered his hand in another bandage that stretched from the wrist to the fingertips. “It’s not too tight?” She asked meeting his eyes. FP shook his head no, letting the hand that was holding the gauze fall to his lap.

They stood like that for a while - just looking at each other. An odd sensation filled them from head to toe.

FP wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline still rushing in his veins or the kind heartedness the Lodge girl showed by helping him but suddenly his lips were on hers.

His hand clasped gently into the back of her hair, pulling in softly. The kiss came out of nowhere. Veronica wanted to protest but her body deceived her. Soon she melted into his arms. After a few seconds reality hit and she broke away.

FP, realising what he just did, bit down on his lip. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“That was wrong.” She muttered nervously. “That was really-”

They locked eyes once again. The look on her face told the older serpent everything he needed to know. It wasn’t outrage she was feeling like she should have, it was lust.

Almost instantly his lips were against hers again. However, this time the kiss was different more fiery.

Veronica knew she should have been thinking of Archie, her boyfriend. But there was something about this moment that she couldn’t quite say no to.

Both of them knew there was no way that was going to be a one off. And sure enough it wasn’t.

The two kept meeting on the side for a few weeks. Their passion grew with each time they were together eventually landing them in bed.

After that everything was different.

Driven by guilt of their little indiscretion, Veronica ended things with FP. She came clean to Archie which resulted in them breaking up. Although, she did not give Archie a name because that would land FP in a lot more trouble than it was all worth.

Shutting herself off from the rest of the world, Veronica spent most of her free time in her room. Even at school she would wander the halls alone, eat lunch alone, and practically avoid all of her friends - who all sided with Archie anyway.

When things seemed like they couldn’t get any worse, six weeks later she realised she missed a period. Brimming with worry, and unsure of what else to do, she called Betty. Veronica asked her blonde best friend to pick up pregnancy tests, adding that she would explain everything once she was here.

One hour later Veronica was peeing on a stick. Something she didn’t think she would be doing until married, and well not eighteen.

“And?” Betty questioned as the dark haired girl exited the bathroom.

“They’re all positive.” Just like that her whole world came crumbling down. Uncontrollable tears were streaming down her face as she collapsed into Betty’s arms. The blonde tried to console her friend as best she could but it was hard, given the situation which Betty now knew everything about.

“You have to tell him.” Betty whispered quietly. “He has the right to know.”

Even in her state of complete and utter devastation, Veronica knew Betty was right. However, now all she wanted was to curl up in bed and cry. Which is exactly what she did.

A whole week passed before Veronica plucked up the courage to tell FP the news.

Her hand was shaking as she knocked on the trailer door.

The older serpent was obviously surprised to see Veronica but he let her inside without hesitation. He noticed her eyes were red, a little puffy, and that she was paler than usual. He quickly figured something was wrong.

“Do you want something to drink?” He offered as she sat down, shaking her head.

“I just want to talk.” She said, her voice brittle and once again on the verge of tears.

FP nodded and sat down in a chair, across from the Lodge girl.

She looked down at her hands taking a deep breath. “Now or never.” She thought to herself and looked up to meet FP’s curious gaze.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

The words rang in his ears.

“A-are you s-s-” He began unsure of what else to say but she interrupted him.

“Sure? Yes, I’m sure.” She stated. “And I’m also sure it’s yours.”

FP leaned back in his seat. His mind was racing. The Lodge girl was old enough to be his daughter and now she was carrying his child. The whole situation was bizarre but it was his own fault. All of this was because he couldn’t control himself.

“What-t do you want to do?” He finally asked.

“I don’t know.” She replied as honestly as she could. Although, she had a faint idea of what she was going to do. “But I would understand if you don’t want any part of this.”

He glanced down at this hands. She was giving him an out and he was considering it. Did that make him a bad person?

“Does anyone else know?”

“Betty.”

“Does she know who the father is?”

“Yes.”

FP sighed as Veronica added: “But she won’t say anything, she promised.”

They sat in silence for a while, avoiding each other's gaze.

“This is far from ideal.” Veronica whispered, a single tear escaped her eye. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I don’t want my child growing up knowing this life.”

As much as her words hurt FP he completely understood where she was coming from. Veronica was what one could call an uptown girl. This life, his life, is not something she’s familiar with and it is definitely not something she would grow accustomed to.

“So what do you want to do?” He asked again. Deep down he knew what her answer was going to be.

“I’m graduating in a few weeks - long before I’m going to start showing.” She began. “I was planning on going to university somewhere far from here and I could still do that.”

“Where does that leave me?”

“What happened between us was a mistake and I don’t want this child-” Veronica said grabbing her stomach gently. “-to know it was a result of a mistake.”

FP nodded. A part of him hated this plan she formulated but he knew there was no point in trying to fight the girl. After all, she was a Lodge and FP knew all to well things always went their way.

“I’ll keep you updated if you want. Send photos or something.”

“That would be nice.” He whispered getting out of his seat. She watched him disappear into the bedroom which was her cue to leave.

She later learned from Jughead that FP skipped town without an explanation.

She knew the reason why. It was a secret she kept for a very long time after all of these events occurred.

Chapter Text

“Does he always do that?” Betty asked as her and Veronica watched out y/n’s bedroom window. They were currently having a sleepover but Archie and some of the Bulldogs were playing football out in the street.

“Yup.” Y/n let out a frustrated sigh as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

“Wow, Archie Andrews being a show off.” Veronica said amused as she to watched the redheaded boy.

“He never stops.” Y/n started shaking her head as she glanced out the window for a second.

“Do you know why?” Betty questioned moving to sit across from y/n on the bed.

“I think he likes me, but if he knew anything about me. He wouldn’t.” She told them shaking her head. It had been going on for months at this point.

“Why do you say that?” Veronica tilted her head at Y/n’s statement. Confused about what she meant by it.

“I’m a Serpent Veronica. Archie hates the Serpents. And besides, I’m dating Sweet Pea.” Y/n shrugged and gave them a tight lipped smile, but it became real at the mention of Sweet Pea.

“I will say I love Archie and he’s a good guy but, Sweet Pea treats you like a princess.” Betty smiled at Y/n. Betty had known Archie forever but she had firsthand witnessed how Sweet Pea treats her friend in their relationship. And even Betty didn’t think Archie could treat her that good.

“Correction. He treats you like a Queen.” Veronica smiled coming around to sit on the bed with the both of them.

Y/n smiled widely at their comments. “Plus with all the beef going on between the bulldogs and the Serpents. It’d be worse once he knew FP treats me like a daughter.”

“FP treats you better than my father treats me.” Veronica admitted letting out a sigh that had frustration and sadness in it.

“Sorry V.” Betty rubbed her friend's upper arm.

“No worries. Hey, do you think FP could honorary adopt me too?” Veronica asked y/n jokingly.

“I mean if you ask.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders but they all started laughing, not being able to hold it anymore.

It was only a week later at a game for the school that the girls along with y/n and Toni noticed Archie doing it again. Watching.

“He’s doing it again.” Veronica noted nudging the y/h/c-ed girl scooted next to her on the bleachers.

“This is just sad to watch.” Betty said watching the boy she grew up with, with squinted eyes.

“Sweet Pea’s going to be here soon. And for the record this is fun to watch.” Toni interjected as she sat down next to them. She found Archies actions to be quite entertaining much like Veronica but for different reasons.

“Once he sees the back of my jacket he’ll stop.” Y/n nodded, taking a hand full of popcorn from Toni. Y/n made sure to wear her Serpents jacket tonight. This needed to stop.

“Hey, babe.” Sweet Pea greeted kissing her on the cheek. Toni scooted over from Y/n so Sweet Pea could sit down next to her.

“Hey.” Y/n greeted Sweet Pea before he could sit down she stood to hug him, making sure her jacket faced the field as she did so.

“And he noticed.” Betty pointed out as the couple sat down.

“Wow.” Veronica shook her head with wide eyes. “Men.” she scoffed, as they all watched the attraction Archie had to Y/n leave him as he saw her jacket.

“What are they talking about?” Sweet Pea asked leaning in to whisper in Y/n’s ear.

“Nothing.” Y/n answered but she could tell he didn’t believe it. So Y/n turned a tiny bit to face him with her body, grabbing his hand bringing it to her lips. “Trust me Pea. If it was something worth telling, I’d tell you.”

“She would.” Betty stated in agreement.

Toni knew problems would only get worse if Sweet Pea knew exactly what they were talking about. “You or FP would be the first to know.”

And it was true but let's just hope Archie had the sense to not ever bring it up.

Chapter Text

Cheryl hasn’t been answering her phone which is extremely worrying, especially after the text I had saying she was going to be with Jason. So now here we were are, Jughead, Archie, Veronica, Betty and I running the frozen Sweetwater River

“Oh my god there she is” I yell pointing to Cheryl stood breaking the ice.

“CHERYL STOP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Archie yells taking my hand and pulling me even closer to the frozen water. We attempt to run across the ice, but it’s not strong enough to hold our weight

"CHERYL PLEASE" Veronica yells "just come to the shore we can figure this out all together ok?"

“Cheryl she’s right. Just start walking to us slowly. We’ll help you” I shout

Cheryl nods her head and begins to take a step to walk back to us but the ice under us gives way. Forgetting that the ice is so thin we begin to run towards her. Archie tells me to go back to make sure I’m safe, but of course I don’t listen and continue to run. I watch as Archie begins breaking the ice with his fists to get to Cheryl. Jug manages to pull her out, but the ice breaking from underneath me

“YN!” is the last thing I hear before everything becomes muffled. The water is so cold that I feel numb. Soon enough everything goes black.

Suddenly I'm coughing up water with Archie sitting next to me and Betty holding my hand. The girls sigh in relief. I shiver feeling extremely cold

“Babe are you ok?”

“Y-yeah” I shiver “ch-Cheryl?” I look around to see Cheryl crying while Veronica is rubbing her arms up and down to try and keep her warm, or attempt to warm her up

"Let's get you warmed up ok?" Archie scoops me in his arms and carries me to his dad's truck. Inside are some blankets that I wrap around myself.

"Oh my god YN are you ok?” mum and dad runs into the living room where I'm sat by the fire with Archie’s arm around me and a hot chocolate in my hands

"Mum, dad, I wasn't... I didn't.... It's not..." I splutter

"I know. Archie rang me and told me what happened, how you were trying to get to Cheryl"

"I should have listened to you Arch”

"Shhh shhhh it's ok. You're safe now thats all that matters. I'm not going to the Jubilee tonight. I’m going to stay here with you”

"Errr no your not you are going to that jubilee” I snap at Archie "we all are"

"No, you blacked out. I had to give you CPR"

"Archie I'm fine. Now go and get your guitar and get ready to play"

"Are you sure YN?" mum asks worriedly

"I'm sure"

"Welcome one and all to Riverdales 75th anniversary jubilee celebration" Mayor McCoy says into the microphone on the stage as we all clap "I couldn't be more thrilled to introduce my daughter Josie and her pussycats as they perform alongside our local hero Archie Andrews" Betty squeezes my hand a little, we're stood off to the side to watch. Once again everyone starts clapping

"Hi everyone. We're switching things up tonight we are singing a song that my boy Archie wrote" Josie says and the music starts. Archie starts playing his guitar and singing. My eyes start watering and I feel so proud of my boyfriend. When he's finished the song he walks off stage, I hug my him and Betty walks on to give her speech

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to thank Mayor McCoy for inviting me to speak on this historic day. 75 years of Riverdale. But what is Riverdale? It's the people right? You, me, friends, our neighbours. Riverdale is Archie Andrew. Kevin Keller is Riverdale, Veronica Lodge, YN YLN, but you know who else is Riverdale? FP Jones. We were so quick to blame for Jason's murder. Jughead Jones is Riverdale, the very soul of Riverdale. Without him, we would have lost Cheryl tonight and we would have never found out what truly happened to Jason. And yet how do we thank him? By banishing him. Which is what we do when the truth is to ugly in Riverdale. Truth being that Clifford Blossom was also Riverdale. Riverdales at a crossroads. If we don't face the reality of who and what we are then what happened to Jason could happen again. Riverdale must do better. We must do better" Betty finishes and the room is silent. I stand up and start to clap, I hear someone clapping behind me and turn to see Jughead clapping. Soon the whole room is stood up clapping.

After the jubilee we sit in Pops at a booth with a milkshake each

"To Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones who saves the cheerleaders and saved the town" Veronica says

"Actually I think that was Betty's speech" Arch says

"Here here to Betty Cooper"

"Cheers" we all says clinking our milkshakes together.

That night we had many milkshakes and that night in the booth at pops we felt safe, but deep down I know this feeling won't last and soon we will be back to doing what we seem to do best.... Solving murders

Chapter Text

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Betty asked Jughead as he sat across from his friends, he shrugged. “You guys know most people wouldn’t understand as much as you guys do”

“We could help you, serpent or not Jug, you’re our friend,” Archie said as he reached over to put a hand on his shoulder.

“Tell us Jughead, who was it?” Veronica pressed on and Jughead let out a sigh. He didn’t want to get into this more than he needed too.

“It was only someone from serpents, it’s not that big of a deal”

“Jug,” Archie said as he stared at his friend. He wanted to help him but he needed to know the truth.

“Her name was Y/N, she found me to let me know that my dad wanted to talk to me. That was all, you guys don’t need to worry nothing bad is going to happen to me” The three friends looked at each other not really convinced but carried on anyway knowing they weren’t going to get much more out of him.

“I’ll come with when you go to see him”

“Arc-” Jughead started but Archie cut him off

“No buts Jug, I’m coming with” All Jug could do was a nod, he loved his friends but he knew this was something he should do alone.

Three friends stood by the railroad tracks looking over to the Southside. They would do anything to help their friend and Jughead wasn’t giving them much. The three of them would handle it on their own. They were going to get to the bottom of this.

“Are we really doing this?’’ Betty asked one last time before they step foot in the place of no return, she needed to be sure.

“For Jughead,” Archie said as he steps over the tracks finally crossing over into the Southside.

“For Jughead” Veronica repeated as she followed with Betty right behind her.

“Look, that's her” Betty said as she watched a girl leave the White Wyrm. It was the same one they saw talking to Jughead earlier in the week. They knew waiting here would let them find the right person.

“Let’s go”

You walked out of the Wyrm getting ready to walk home, hopefully by the time you got back to your trailer Sweet Pea would be back from his job. After stopping by to the bar, you stayed to help Toni with the crowd but now all you wanted was to go to sleep. It had been a long night for you so you decided to take the back way to the trailer park, it was shorter. As you started to make your way down the path, you heard a noise in the trees but with one look around you figured it was an animal and kept going. But suddenly two girls jumped out in front of you and you realize your mistake.

“What the,” You said as you went to back up but only being stopped by another figure grabbing your arms. There wasn’t even enough time to pull out your knife to defend yourself. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. You started to tussle in the boy’s arms until he held a tighter grip that made you winced in pain. “Who the hell are you?” You said as you eyed up the girls in front of you. They definitely weren’t Serpents and they weren't Ghoulies either. It left only one option reminding.

“What’s Northsiders doing on this side of town huh? Daddy not paying for your rich life so you have to rob the southside?” You let out as you took in their full appearances, “Watch it” The brunette girl said as she stepped towards you.

“What are you going to do about it? Hit me!” Without even realizing what she was doing Veronica took a few swings at you.

“V!” Betty shouted as she reached for her arm, “Were not here for this. We're here for Jug”

“Oh, there it is,” You said with a smirk trying to hold back from wincing with pain. “Is someone sacred that their boyfriend is cheating on them with a serpent?”

“Oh honey as if I could ever be jealous of you” Veronica eyed you up and down.

“V stop, this has nothing to do with anything” Betty took a step in front of V and made her way till she was standing right in front of you.

“Jughead loves me and I know that he would never hurt me, you on the other hand. I got no idea who you are beside your name Miss Y/N” You looked up at the blonde girl who was trying to come off as threatening and all you could do was laugh.

“Do you truly think I’m scared of some Northside kids?” Your laughter still filling the quiet night air. The three friends looked at each other, maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as they first thought.

“What the hell do you want with Jughead?” Betty grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at her. She didn’t want to be here longer then she needed to be and she only wanted this one thing.

“Serpent secret honey, remember he's one of us not one of you”

“Archie” Betty let out, not taking her eyes away from yours. You felt the gripped around your arms tighten and you felt like letting out a cry but you wouldn't show them a weakness. All of a sudden a ring blasted throughout the night, your phone was going off. It was probably Sweets wondering where you were too.

“You might want to get that”

“Why would we do that?” Veronica asked as she stood side by side with Betty, looking at the phone that fell to the ground earlier. “What could someone with the name Sweet Pea possibly do to me?”

“He’ll be your worst nightmare” You seethed. With that, you heard voices coming up the path and you weren’t the only one as you felt the gripped loosely on you and the three friends took off running while you fell to the ground in pain

“Where the hell have you been?” Sweet Pea yelled as Jughead as he walked into the White Wyrm where all of the members of the serpents were. Fangs were holding back the taller boy.

“I was at Pop’s, I came as soon as Dad called,” Jughead said confused, why was pea so mad?

“Jughead,” FP said as he came down the stairs after hearing his son arrived, “We need to--” But before FP could get any father Sweet Pea broke loose of Fangs gripped and came at Jughead pushing him up against the wall.

“Serpents or not I’m going to beat your fucking ass Jughead” Sweet pea voiced as he held his hand up to Jug’s throat. It wasn’t for long as Fangs and Tallboy grabbed him back, not wanting the taller boy to do something he would regret.

“This isn’t the time for fighting!” Fp yelled as he glared at the bigger boy.

“What was that?” Jughead was beyond confused now.

“Why don’t you ask your Northside friends?’ Sweet Pea spits out. He wasn’t going to let anyone get away with this.

“My friends? What do they have to do with anything?”

“Jug” Fp came up beside him, placing his hand onto his son's shoulder. Trying to find the words to break the news to him but instead Toni and you came out of the bathroom.

“Y/N?” Jughead whispered as he saw your bruised face and your busted lip. All you could do was give a small smile. What else could you do at this point? Sweet Pea tries to get out of the hold but couldn’t break it this time.

“Let me go, I’m not going to hurt him” He huffed out but got annoyed as no one moved.

“I want my girlfriend Fp, not him” With one look, Pea was released and he was over holding you in his arms. He knew you needed him right now and that was all that matters to the boy.

“Did they? No way they couldn’t of” Jughead was in shocked, how could his best friends do something like this. “You guys must have got it wrong or something”

“They did it Juggie” You mumbled. Jughead knew then that his friends had gotten into something way over their heads. He wasn’t looking at the tough serpent girl he grew up with.

“They hurt one of us Jughead. They have to pay for this”

“Wait now,” Jughead said as he held his hands up “I can fix this” Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at the boy in front of him.

“Fix this? Are you kidding me Jughead? That’s not going to happen they hurt one of us, they hurt the family. That means their going to pay.” All the serpent cheered in agreement from Sweet Pea’s speech, they weren’t going to let someone hurt one of their own. The older ones knew that the younger crowd would be fine lead into battle with Sweet Pea as the leader.

“Can you give me a chance to fix this?”

“Can you fix my girlfriend’s face Jughead?” Pea questioned already knowing the answer. It left Jughead silent, he wanted to fix this but he wasn’t sure he could.

“Can you please come back safe Pea?” You asked as Sweet Pea gather up all of the things he needed to go to the Northside with. Sweet Pea left out a breath before coming over and wrapping you in his arms. You had begged him for the past hour for him not to go but you knew there was no way he would back down. It wasn’t just a serpent who got hurt it was you, his everything. Sweet Pea didn’t know what heartbreak was until you walked into the doors of your guy’s trailer spotting a purple and blue look. Nothing could calm his anger down until he got revenge for his family

“I’ll come back baby,” Sweet Pea said with a smile “I might come back looking like you but at least we will be in pain together” For the first time that night your lips curled up.

“Aren’t you such a hopeless romantic baby” You giggled.

“Oh, you know me” Sweets pressed a kiss to the top of your head, not wanting to put you in any more pain than you were already in. “I will always come back for you Y/N, never forget that. The sounds of motorcycles outside of your guys trailer bought you guys out of your embrace. The rest of the serpents had come, meaning it was time for Sweets to go. He picked up his leather jacket and it put it on over his shoulders, it was showtime for the serpents.

“I love you babygirl”

“I love you too Sweets” You watched as he grabbed the rest of his things and made it to the door “Hey!” Sweet Pea turned his head back at you in concern “Can you make sure the girls get them good too?” Sweet Pea laughed as he walked out the door saying “Anything for you babe”

Chapter Text

(Y/N) knocked on the door before stuffing his hands into his pockets. He was irritated but he owed Jughead. The door clicked and a woman opened it. (Y/N) looked at her, grinning.

"Jug didn't tell me that Veronica had a sister." He purred, studying the woman. She laughed, blushing lightly.

"I'm Hermione, her mother. Who might you be?" She asked. (Y/N) raised his brows. Mother?

"(Y/N)." (Y/N) gently took her hand, kissing it. Hermione watched with a soft smile, inviting him in.

"Mija! Your friend is here!" Hermione called, eyes flickering to (Y/N)'s Serpent jacket.

"What do you need Veronica for?" Hermione asked, sipping on her wine.

"I don't know, Jug sent me up here to get her cause he's scared of her dad." (Y/N) replied, shrugging. Hermione snorted, chuckling softly. Veronica stepped into the room, smiling at them.

"Hi, (Y/N). Jug still doesn't wanna come inside?" Veronica asked, hugging him.

"Nope. He pulled the younger brother card on me too." (Y/N) replied, returning the hug.

"Can I use the bathroom?" He asked. Hermione nodded.

"Thanks, don't wait up on me." (Y/N) told Veronica. The teenager nodded, saying bye to her mother before leaving.

"You don't really have to use the bathroom, do you?" Hermione questioned, an amused smile on her face. (Y/N) nodded, grinning.

"Just like your father.." She mumbled, finishing her cup and putting it down.

"Still can't believe you're her mother.. You look so young." (Y/N) said. Hermione wrapped her arms around herself, blushing lightly again.

"You're just saying that." She said, giggling to herself. (Y/N) sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes playfully.

"How can I make you believe me?" (Y/N) asked, stepping closer to her. Hermione turned her head away from him, smiling to herself. (Y/N) sneakily slid an arm around her waist, turning her head back towards him.

"I'm married, (Y/N)."

"He doesn't need to know."

(Y/N) watched Hermione brush her hair from his spot on the bed. Her confidence and self esteem had definitely boosted since she started seeing the young Jones. Hermione turned her head, looking at him with a soft smile when she heard him yawn.

"Still sleepy?" A nod came from the male. Hermione cooed softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. (Y/N) sat up, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. Hermione swooned, watching him affectionately. The door suddenly opened.

"Mom- What the fuck?!"

"Veronica! Knock before entering, Mija!" Hermione stood up. (Y/N) held back a snort, looking at Veronica's shocked expression.

"Oh my god, what the hell?!"

"V, what's wro- Oh Christ." Betty sighed.

"Hey, Bets." (Y/N) greeted causally.

"Hey, (N/N)." Betty closed the door, letting (Y/N) get dressed before they headed into the living room.

"What the hell, mom! Does dad know?!" Veronica asked, pacing. (Y/N) watched her, hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, he knows, Mija." Hermione sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"And he's okay with it?!"

"He also has someone else, Mija." Hermione told her, pouring herself some wine. Veronica looked like she was gonna pass out so Betty stood, taking her into another room.

"That went well." (Y/N) said, wrapping an arm around her. Hermione sighed, crossing her arms.

"Wait til Hiram gets home. That's when all hell is gonna break loose."

Chapter Text

Third Person POV

The music in the Whyte Wyrm blasted through the speakers, it had been FP’s retirement party and all the Serpents and their friends were there. (Y/N) had gathered herself up for tonight, not caring what the hell was going on in the small town of Riverdale. She dressed herself up for one boy in particular, Sweet Pea. They had known each other since the day they could remember and they were truly best friends, but she wanted more and she had shown it the past week. She dragged him to the dance floor regardless of the fact that Sweet Pea didn’t dance, but that didn’t stop her from dragging him to dance the song she was currently obsessed with. A tap on Sweet Pea’s shoulder caught his attention as the song ended, they had walked back to the bar where most of both of their friends were. “Could y’all get any closer?” Fangs chuckled as he nodded to Sweet Pea’s and (Y/N)’s hands intertwined together. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, no doubt that Fangs wanted to know what was going on between the two of them.

“Do you want another drink?” Sweet Pea yelled into (y/n)’s ear before she nodded smiling at the Serpent. Sweet Pea wasted no time getting the drinks from Toni who was working the bar that night.

“What’s up with them?” (Y/N) nodded to Fangs and the rest of the Serpents as they laughed looking at Sweet Pea. She grabbed the drink from his hand and took a sip out of it before looking at Sweet Pea.

“There’s a rumor going around.” Sweet Pea’s hand rubbed the back of his neck. (Y/N)’s heart started beating quicker by the second.

“About what?” She bit her lip, Sweet Pea poking her lip in order for her to release it.

“Me and you. It’s stirring up Riverdale for the last week or two, have you not heard about it?” Sweet Pea’s voice was loud over the music and (y/n) shook her head, sure she liked the Serpent but she hadn’t told anyone. “Well I can shut them down, tell them all they’re crazy.” Sweet Pea licked his lip. “I can do whatever you want me to do.” He moved closer to (y/n), his tall frame making her completely disappear from the eyes of their friends.

“Sweet Pea, there’s something I want to tell you.” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, barely hearable over the music.

“What is it?” His hand caught hers and instantly the butterflies in her stomach started to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, his lips forming a small smile. “Be honest, do you want to do this or not?” His words surprised her and she looked at him. “Oh, come on, you know I like you right? I have for a long time now; I've been trying to tell you ever since that night at the lake.” She stayed silent, completely taken back by his confession. His eyebrows scrunched up and he retreated his hand from hers. “I’m sorry, I thought you.” He shook his head.

“Sweet Pea.” (Y/N) sighed out and he shook his head.

“No, it’s fine, I completely misread everything and now I fucked up our friendship.” Sweet Pea continued and (Y/N)’s hand grabbed his hand.

“Sweet Pea, please listen to me.” His eyes met hers once more. “I’ve liked you for a long time too, I was just afraid I was going to ruin our friendship.” His lips formed a big smile as he looked at her. “Should we keep them talking or should we make them stop?” She nodded to Fangs and Jughead who’s eyes were on the couple.

“Come over here, let’s really give them something to talk about.” Sweet Pea winked before his hands cupped her cheeks.

“Sweet Pea.” (Y/N) smiled at him before his lips pressed against hers earning a gasp from their friends. Sweet Pea pulled away resting his arm over (y/n)’s shoulder before they both started laughing at their friend’s faces.

“So, you’ll be my girlfriend, right?” Sweet Pea whispered into (y/n)’s ear earning him a laugh before her lips crashed into hers, their whiskey covered breaths colliding.

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“Do you know who’s living with Cheryl? There’s this rumor going around that someone moved in with her and I want to find out who.” Veronica asked you, walking beside you down the hallway towards your locker.

Trying to stay compose and not making it obvious, you answered, “No, I didn’t know someone was living with her.” You lied, proud of yourself for not stuttering.

Veronica made a ‘hmph’ sound, clearly irritated that she didn’t get an answer that she wanted. “Ugh, I wanna know who!” Veronica whined, stomping her foot as if she was a child.

Laughing at your friend, you made it to your locker and quickly changed your books for your next class. You and Veronica walked in together and you felt the familiar stare of your girlfriend, causing you to tense and blush. You and Cheryl were secretly dating, which she loved since she got to mess with you and getting you flustered. You looked towards her and saw her bite her lips in a teasing way, giving you a sultry look, making you blush and look away.

Sitting down in your assigned seat, you made sure to stay focus on what your teacher was saying, ignoring your girlfriends staring. As your teacher continued on with his presentation, you felt your phone vibrate in your hoodie pocket, knowing who was messaging you. Pulling your phone out to where you can read the message, you felt your face flush at what the text said.

Loml💘: you’re in for a long night tonight, love.

Blushing, you put your phone back into your pocket, now thinking about what your girlfriend will do to you tonight.

-

You felt the stares of your peers as you walked in beside the one and only, Cheryl Blossom. The way Cheryl had her hand in your jean pocket while she had a confident smirk on her face as she walked beside you gave everyone their answer to the rumor of who was living with cheryl now. With that, the dark purple hickies that littered your neck.

“No fucking way.” Veronica said aloud as you walked pass her, clapping her hands.

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Hermione sighed, going through her bag as she looked for her phone. She got to the front door and frowned, seeing it cracked open. She pushed it open, seeing a young man inside. The young man turned, looking at her and Hermione could feel her heart stop.

"William?" She asked softly. No, William would've been her age by now unless he was a vampire. The man looked away from her, head shaking. Hermione's hand went to her stomach.

"(Y/N)?" She whispered the name so softly, she barely heard it herself. The man hummed softly.

"You remember, huh?" (Y/N) cocked a brow, biting his lip. Hermione stepped forward, gently placing her bag nearby.

"Of course I remember.. How could I forget?" Hermione stared at him, gaze soft. She feared if she moved to fast, he would disappear.

"Seems like you forgot the moment you met that rich dickhead." (Y/N) looked at her. Hermione shook her head.

"You're my son.. My firstborn, I could never forget you." Hermione took another step towards him.

"You can't expect me to believe that. You had all this time to get in touch but instead you were living it up in money. Why would you need to remember a mistake?" (Y/N) looked at her, eyes narrowing.

"Is that what your father told you? That I thought you were a mistake?" Hermione asked. She wouldn't be surprised. After all, she had shoved the baby into his arms and left him to be with Hiram.

"No, surprisingly. He should've but instead he spoke of you as if you were a saint." (Y/N) shrugged lightly. "Don't know why."

"How is he?" Hermione turned her gaze onto the floor.

"Dead and buried." Her gaze snapped up, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Cancer. He was gone within months." (Y/N) shrugged lightly. Hermione's mouth went dry.

"When did... When did he pass? Have you been alone?" Hermione asked. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"You would've known if you bothered to be a mother." (Y/N) mumbled, tone cold and unbothered. "Three months." He answered, watching her. Hermione swallowed.

"I didn't know where you and your father were, (Y/N)." Hermione said, looking at her bag.

"I could give you money. Better yet, you can stay in the guest room." Hermione smiled, walking towards him. (Y/N) shook his head.

"Don't try acting like a saint. You know damn well a fucking google search would've given you the information you needed." (Y/N) glared at her. "I don't need your money and I don't need your help." He added.

"Did you find me through google?" Hermione asked, staring up at him. He was tall. Her baby was a young man. (Y/N) scoffed, moving around her and walking to the front door.

"Ask your daughter." He said, leaving the apartment. Hermione stared at the spot he once stood in. William was dead and her son hated her. Hermione took a seat on the couch, reaching over and grabbing a cup and a wine bottle. She poured some of the wine into the cup, putting it down and reaching into her bag. She pulled out her phone, going on face book and searching up 'William (L/N)'. She clicked on his profile and sighed softly, scrolling through. (Y/N) looked exactly like his father. Some of the post made her smile, looking over the captions. William clearly loved his son. She noticed he had tagged (Y/N) in one of his posts and clicked on the profile, seeing that Veronica followed him.

"Ronnie.. What the hell are you up to?" Hermione mumbled, scrolling through his page. Pictures of him and his dad were the first to pop up followed by pictures of him and friends. (Y/N) definitely followed in his father's footsteps when it came to fashion. Hermione blinked as she felt something rolling down her cheek. She brought the cup up to her lips and took a sip, wondering what her life would've been like if she had cared more about (Y/N).

Veronica entered the apartment, getting off the phone with Archie. She slid her phone into her bag, glancing around. Veronica spotted Hermione on the couch and frowned.

"Mom?" She approached her, sitting down beside her and reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. Hermione sighed, putting her cup down and looking at Veronica.

"How do you know (Y/N)?" She asked, voice gruff from crying. Veronica blinked and smiled, standing up.

"He's here? Where?" Veronica asked. Hermione shook her head, grabbing her daughter's hand.

"He walked out after we talked.. He's a replica of his father." Hermione mumbled. "How do you know him, Mija?"

"Kevin and I were going through Sheriff Keller's old yearbook and in one of the pictures, we saw you and some guy. You two looked so happy.. I had to look him up. I did some research, found his facebook, saw that he had a son.. I had a gut feeling. I followed it and messaged him." Veronica explained as she sat down. Hermione looked at the fireplace.

"Women are always right about their gut feelings." Hermione mumbled.

"William and I were high school sweethearts. He was a bad boy, hung out with Fp and Fred.. He was every girl's dream. We dated in secret for a while until I got pregnant. My aunt came to the rescue during the final stages of the pregnancy so I wouldn't have to tell my parents. (Y/N) came out kicking and screaming but he calmed down in a second when William first held him. He was precious and healthy.. I wanted to keep him but I couldn't." Hermione sighed, looking at her daughter. Veronica frowned.

"You two need to sit down and talk properly." Veronica said. Hermione rubbed her forehead, shrugging. They looked at the door when Hiram entered. He cocked a brow upon seeing them but didn't question it.

"Are we having dinner?" He asked. Hermione and Veronica stood, heading to the dining table.

Veronica nervously sipped on her milkshake, drumming her nails against the table. She looked up when the bell rang, signaling someone had entered the diner. Veronica smiled and smoothed out her skirt, making eye contact with (Y/N). The male walked over to the booth, blinking when she stood and gave him a hug.

"It's great to see you in person." Veronica said, beaming. (Y/N) chuckled, patting her head. "Same here." He gave a smile. They sat down, (Y/N) ordering something. Veronica sighed.

"Mom told me you paid her a visit yesterday." Veronica said, watching her brother.

"Yeah, wanted to see how lavish her life is." (Y/N) said.

"We were broke for some time-"

"For some time. Some people are broke for years, maybe their whole lives." (Y/N) stared at her, shaking his head.

"You've gotten who knows how many gifts in your life from her while I've gotten none." (Y/N) stared at her. "And it's not as if she didn't know I existed. The least she could've done was send a card." Veronica sighed, staying quiet.

"Are you willing to give her a second chance?" Veronica asked. (Y/N) stared at the table in front of him, arms tightly crossed. He sighed softly.

"Yeah.. But if she fucks up, she'll never see or hear from me until someone tells her that I'm six feet under."

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"Okay, solve this problem next." (Y/N) said, finishing the equation and showing it to her. Veronica tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking down at the paper. (Y/N) watched her, making sure she was following the correct steps. They heard the door open and turned their heads, looking at the two adults.

"Hey, Mija, who's this?"

"My art teacher, Mr. (L/N). He's tutoring me in math." Veronica replied, continuing the problem. (Y/N) smiled, standing and shaking their hands.

"Art teacher, huh? Veronica has mentioned you a few times." Hiram said, eyes roaming over (Y/N)'s visible arm tattoos. (Y/N) internally groaned, waiting for a speech about tattoos and piercings.

"You know, I always wanted a tattoo." Hiram said. (Y/N)'s brows raised as Veronica and Hermione shot him odd looks.

"You still have time." (Y/N) smiled, shifting his attention back onto Veronica.

"Looks like you missed a step." He grinned as she groaned, tilting her head back.

"When are we ever gonna use this in real life?"

"Never, which is why art, music, and theatre are better." (Y/N) said, correcting her and using another problem. Veronica giggled at his words. His phone lit up, revealing that his lockscreen wallpaper was of a dog and cat.

"Awe, are they yours?" Hermione asked, pouring herself a cup of wine. (Y/N) nodded.

"Velvet and Frida." He picked up his phone, replying to the message before clicking his home page. The wallpaper was a baby.

"That's my niece." (Y/N) said, staring affectionately at the picture.

"I'm gonna spoil her for her birthday and my sister's gonna hate me." (Y/N) said, amusement laced in his voice. Hiram fiddled with his watch as he studied (Y/N). Most people would be anxious to make a good impression but (Y/N) was so relaxed and acting as if he were talking with a friend.

"Have you always lived in Riverdale?" Hiram asked. (Y/N) shook his head, looking over the math problem.

"Born and raised in Los Angeles." (Y/N) replied as he put a checkmark by the answer. Veronica let out a sigh of relief. (Y/N) chuckled, standing and getting his stuff.

"We'll continue on Friday." He said, smiling at her parents.

"Nice meeting you two." (Y/N) nodded to them before leaving.

"What a sight for sore eyes." Hermione mumbled.

"Mom!" Veronica hissed. Hermione shrugged, getting more wine. Hiram rolled his eyes, walking towards his office.

"You two are not gonna seduce my teacher!"

(Y/N) picked up Frida, smiling when she started to purr loudly. He opened the door, looking down at the large box. Velvet poked her head out, sniffing around the box.

"Come inside, Velvet." (Y/N) cooed, putting Frida down and picking up the box, kicking the door with his foot. He locked it before heading into the living room, his border collie and Scottish fold following. (Y/N) opened the box, staring down at the pet toys and art supplies. He picked up a squeaky toy, squeezing it and giving it to Velvet. (Y/N) looked for an envelope or some type of signature, but found none. Again. Another box filled with things but no signature or sign off.

"I hope I don't have a stalker..." He mumbled. His phone buzzed and he stood up, grabbing his bag.

"I'll be back soon!" He called to his pets, heading towards the door and stepping outside. He closed the door behind him and went over to his car. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, seeing a red rose on the windshield. He picked it up, looking it over.

"Totally not creepy..." He mumbled, getting into his car. (Y/N) drove out of his driveway, heading down the road to the Lodge residence. His mind drifted to the box. Who could've sent that? A stalker? A friend? Maybe a student?

"It was probably someone being nice." (Y/N) mumbled. He sighed, pulling over and parking. (Y/N) got out of the car, heading inside.

"Afternoon, Mr. (L/N)." The butler greeted him, leading him to the elevator.

"Mr and Mrs Lodge have been asking about you."

"Oh?" (Y/N) tilted his head. Had he done something wrong?

"Yes, it seems like they like you quite a bit." (Y/N) glanced at him.

"That's good, I guess." He shrugged. The butler chuckled.

"If you say so..." (Y/N) cocked a brow. What was that supposed to mean? He didn't wanna dwell on it. They entered the apartment? and (Y/N) went over to Veronica.

"Alright, let's start off where we ended." (Y/N) sat down beside her and started to teach her. Her mother would sometimes pop in and ask (Y/N) personal questions about LA, his family, his pets. (Y/N) answered them, not minding it. She wanted to know who was teaching her daughter afterall. Hermione ended up leaving at point, saying she was having lunch with friends. Hiram came home around hours later when the two were finishing up. Veronica left in a hurry, a little late for her date.

"Stay a while." Hiram said, swirling the tequila in his glass cup.

"I don't wanna in-"

"You aren't a bother, trust me." Hiram stood, approaching him. (Y/N) looked at him, taking note of how close they were. The door opened and Hermione huffed.

"You really don't play fair, do you?" Hermione questioned, rolling her eyes. (Y/N) blinked, furrowing his brows.

"I think he likes me more."

"You give him watches and jewelry, I give him stuff he actually wants." Hermione barked back. Oh. Oh.

"I- What?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"We've been trying to.. Spoil you in a sense." Hermione explained. (Y/N) stared at them.

"I don't get it, why?"

"Because we like you." Hiram said, placing his cup down and wrapping an arm around him. (Y/N)'s words got caught in his throat. Hermione rested her head on Hiram's shoulder.

"What do you say?"

Jesus fucking christ.

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(Y/N) got out of his car, closing the door as his daughter also got out of the car. Yasmine huffed, crossing her arms.

"I don't get why we're here. It's just a shitty old town." Yasmine complained, chewing on her gum. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"It's my hometown, baby. Plus you'll finally be able to see your cousin." (Y/N) said, opening the backseat door. He took out baby Melody and held her at his hip.

"I already met my cousin."

"Your other cousin, baby." (Y/N) closed the door, walking around the car. Melody babbled quietly, playing with her father's dog tags.

"What type of name is Jughead?" Yasmine sneered, looking at her black nail polish. (Y/N) rolled his eyes and approached the trailer, knocking. FP opened the door and a look of shock passed over.

"Surprise!"

"Uncle (Y/N)?!" Jughead practically shoved his father out of the way and Yasmine snatched Melody before the two shared a hug. (Y/N) chuckled, patting his back.

"How have you been, Jug?" He asked.

"Eh, solving some mysteries." Jughead replied, grinning.

"Alright, Scoopy Doo." Yasmine mumbled, smoothing back Melody's crazy (H/C) hair. Jughead looked at them and gave a small nod.

"Hey."

"Hey." An awkward moment passed between the teens. Melody broke the moment when she sneezed.

"Bless you, baby girl." FP cooed, taking his youngest niece into his arms. Jughead watched, hesitant on holding a baby.

"Where are you gonna stay?" (Y/N) shrugged, looking at Jughead.

"The girls can stay here-"

"Actually, I rang up an old friend and she was more than willing to let you stay." FP said. (Y/N) cocked a brow. She? Alice? Penelope? Or did FP decide to call (Y/N)'s ex?

"Don't tell me..." (Y/N) let out a long sigh as FP nodded with a small grin.

(Y/N) watched Hermione open the door. She gave him a small smile.

"Long time no see, (Y/N)."

"Right back at you, Hermione." (Y/N) replied. Yasmine popped another gum into her mouth, glancing inside. Hermione moved, letting them enter. A young girl approached them with an older man.

"Hi! I'm Veronica Lodge." (Y/N) could practically feel Yasmine's irritation. (Y/N) smiled, shaking their hands.

"You must be Yasmine and little Melody." Veronica smiled, cooing. Hiram gave a smile as well.

"Come, let's eat before the food gets cold." He said, leading them into the dining room as the butler took care of their things. (Y/N) and Hermione glanced at each other.

(Y/N) turned a corner, bumping into someone.

"I'm so sorry, I should've-"

"Relax, babe." (Y/N) cut off the girl, crouching down and helping her pick up her books. He recognized her as Hermione and eyed her.

"I've seen you around. You're Hermione, right?" (Y/N) questioned. Hermione nodded, smiling shyly. (Y/N) grinned, seeing her cheeks and ears turned a soft red.

(Y/N) sat down at the table, tending to Melody since she was too young to actual food yet.

"How old is she?" Hermione asked.

"4 months." (Y/N) replied, watching Melody look around the room curiously.

"How about you, Yasmine?"

"Seventeen." She replied boredly.

"If you don't mind me asking, where's the mother?" Hiram asked, watching (Y/N).

"She's in Ohio." (Y/N) replied, eating his food but keeping an eye on Melody.

"Oh, why didn't she join you guys?" Veronica asked with slightly furrowed brows.

"Cause she's a-" Yasmine shut her mouth when (Y/N) sent her a look.

"We aren't together but she still attempts to be in their lives."

"By asking for money." Yasmine mumbled. (Y/N) sighed, deciding not to comment. Hermione sipped her wine, watching Melody with soft eyes. Part of her wished that Melody and Yasmine were hers and Veronica was his.

Hermione giggled, taking the flower from (Y/N). She leaned over, pecking his cheek.

"Thank you." She smiled. (Y/N) gently took her hand, kissing it. Alice made a gagging sound making the two roll their eyes.

"I'll see you around." (Y/N) said, kissing her forehead and playfully bumping shoulders with Alice, making her flip him off.

(Y/N) smiled, watching Melody slowly fall asleep in her crib.

"Never expected you would be a good father." (Y/N) looked at Hermione.

"Never expected you to be good friends with wine." He motioned to the cup in her hand.

"You've had a couple of cups tonight." (Y/N) crossed his arms. Hermione swallowed and sighed, looking down.

"You aren't happy, are you?" (Y/N) asked softly, tilting her head up.

"Why wouldn't I be? I have a gorgeous daughter, my friend is back, and my husband is a mobster." Hermione said with a shrug. (Y/N) frowned. He missed the sweet, innocent girl he met in high school.

"Get some sleep, (Y/N)." Hermione said softly, placing a hand on his chest with a sad smile before walking away. (Y/N) took a seat on the bed, glancing at Melody when she shifted. He sighed softly, laying back.

(Y/N) chuckled along to a story Veronica was telling.

"I see Alice hasn't changed much." (Y/N) said, shaking his head.

"You know Betty's mom?" Veronica asked. (Y/N) nodded.

"Went to high school with her." (Y/N) said, remembering the time they graffitied a car.

"Alice and (Y/N) were real troublemakers." Hermione said, entering the living room and taking a seat.

"Where's Yasmine and Melody?" Hermione asked.

"FP wanted some uncle-niece time with them so he took them to Pop's." (Y/N) replied. Hermione hummed, nodding.

"Archie's here, I'll see you later! Bye mom!" Veronica said, standing up and walking away. (Y/N) glanced at Hermione as the door opened and closed. He cleared his throat.

"I should've kept in touch after I left." (Y/N) said softly, messing with his dog tags a bit. Hermione gave him a small smile.

"It's fine. FP said that you had some issues to deal with up in Ohio.. I just didn't expect that you had to deal with them for years." Hermione replied, staring at her glass of wine.

"The mother of the girls.. Who is she?"

"Her name's Jade. We met a year after I left and we hooked up after that we had an on and off relationship until she got pregnant with Yasmine. After that she dumped Yasmine into my care and came back years later. Jade is... Complicated. A pile of problems and addictions." (Y/N) said, shrugging. Hermione frowned.

"Sorry to hear that." She stood and took a seat beside him.

"When Veronica came home saying that Jughead's uncle would be visiting... I didn't know what to say or do. I called FP and asked him if it was true and then he told me that it was and that you had children of your own." Hermione looked at him, placing a hand on his cheek. She got a call and picked it up.

"Yes? Yes, this is Hermione Lodge." Hermione frowned, brows furrowed.

"He what? Arrested for what? Human trafficking?!" Hermione placed her cup down, standing up. (Y/N) watched her, raising a brow.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Hermione hung up the phone.

"Hiram got arrested for human trafficking." She replied, rubbing her forehead and letting out a deep sigh.

"His lawyers might not get him out of this." She whispered.

"And Veronica- She's gonna freak out-"

"Hermione, relax." (Y/N) stood up, grabbing her shoulders.

"Breath... You'll be fine. He'll be fine." (Y/N) assured, hugging her. He rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. Hermione breathed out and nodded.

"Right, right..." Hermione pulled back, looking at him. She remembered why she fell for him. It wasn't because he was the cool bad boy Jones but because despite his rough delinquent appearance, he was kind and caring. Hermione leaned up kissing him. (Y/N) wrapped his arms securely around her waist, kissing her back. He pulled back, resting his forehead against her.

"We'll get through this, Mione."

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The spread on the table looked like something that would be on the cover of a magazine sold at the checkout aisle of a grocery store. All was holiday cheer - the red table cloth, the off-white dishes that were set perfectly, the silverware polished, and then the large casserole dishes filled to the brim of food that you had been working for hours. There were even baubles and ornaments decorating the table, and tinsel around the backs of the chairs.

“What’s all this?” Hermione asked, coming up to one of the tables. She leaned over a dish of mashed potatoes - they were still a little bit lumpy, but that was fine because nothing here was supposed to be overly perfect. The whole theme was coziness, togetherness.

“Dinner.” You said with a smile. Since you had moved in with Veronica and Hermione, after Hiram had been taken away, you’d been trying your best to fit in. This was your biggest attempt yet. “I’ve been cooking and baking since about five this morning. It’s not the prettiest, I’m afraid,” You motioned to the roasted vegetables, a couple were a bit overly dark from char, but were still completely edible. “But it’ll taste good, I can promise you that.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this. We ordinarily order from-” Hermione started, but then shut her mouth, realizing that it wasn’t just ordinarily. It was everyday. She hadn’t had something homecooked since she was a teenager. “Thank you, it looks amazing.”

“I helped.” Veronica smiled, coming out with a bowl of corn, laden with butter.

For the first time in her life, Hermione felt like she was part of a family, not a dictatorship. She smiled and took her seat. “Only seems right that I’ll clean up after, so you don’t have to worry about the dishes.” She side-eyed you and winked, making you blush slightly. All in all, this had been a success, and things would never go back to the way that they were.

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Hermione Met “Princess” while Hiram was in prison.

Y/n “Princess” Jones was the Serpent King’s oldest daughter. Being Fp’s kid gave her something to prove. Something to work towards, knowing one day she could be appointed to run in his place. She always had a job.

One of her tasks was to collect the reimbursement for a job well done trashing Twilight drive in.

As she saw Hermione Lodge behind Pop Tate’s diner on that fateful night something sparked.

The older woman hadn’t seemed like the elitist she was made out to be.Stressed to all hell wearing a stained apron, fly always scattered from her hair.There was something about her.

“Who are you?” Hermione stares at the intimidating girl in front of her.

“They call me Princess”

“I meant your real name”

“Listen hon, that doesn't matter. You know why I’m here.” The girl was getting agitated

“Fp Jones sent you”

The woman crosses her arms in front of her apron as she stares at the girl. With her hands in leather jacket pockets she takes a step towards Hermione.

“Sure did. I’m here to collect” her face is smug as she speaks to the woman. She gulped at y/n’s words.

“Alright, my shift ends in half an hour. I can get the money to you then”

“I got time, I’ll wait”

After coffee and tense glances Hermione had led y/n to the Pembrooke

“Nice place you have here”

Y/ns hands still in her pockets. As she walks through the luxurious apartment.

“Have a seat”

She nods sitting down on the white sofa.The fabric was soft underneath her fingers.Watching as the older woman walks out of the room. Hands folded elbows on her knees she sees the woman come back with a bottle of wine and glasses in tow.

Sitting on the cushion next to y/n she sets the glass on the coffee table.As she pours one glass, she turns to the girl next to her.

“How old are you, princess?”

Y/n returns Hermione’s gaze with a smug look on her face as she reaches to take the glass out of the older woman’s hand. Leaning back into the sofa and bringing the wine to her lips taking a long drink.

“Old enough sweetheart. Now let’s get to why I’m really here.”

Hermione nods while pouring.“Well business partners can be civil over drinks can’t they?”

The younger woman smirks as Hermione has called her bluff.“One drink and then you give me the money so I can get back to real business.”

Y/n didn’t expect to be at the Lodges apartment for as long as she was that night.

She didn’t expect to return either. Well, besides for business.

Yet a couple of weeks later she sat in the same booth as that first night. Hermione brought her a cup of coffee just as she had asked before and she hadn’t even ordered.

All she did was sit in the booth.

As the brunette slid the full mug in front of her, y/c/e’s met her dark ones with a smirk.

“We don’t offer Cabernet on the menu so I hope this is what you were looking for”

“What a shame” y/n brought the steaming cup to her lips.

After swallowing Hermione still stood over her.

“Why don’t you sit? Standing over a snake like that can look a lot like a threat.”

Hermione lost for words, quickly glances seeing no other guests in the diner. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite...unless it’s asked for.”

With a hard swallow in her dry throat she slides into the booth.The commanding presence the girl gave off had some effect on Mrs. Lodge.

One that not even her husband gave off.

Hiram was domineering but always had other people do his dirty work. Hermione could sense that the girl, she had only known as “Princess” handled her own.Perhaps that’s why she was drawn towards her.

Conversation flowed and y/ns personality was coming through. It tugged at Hermione as she listened to the girl.

Before she knew how much time went by, she heard the bell jingle from the establishment door to see some local kids waltz through. Hurriedly getting up Hermione smooths out her apron.

“Duty calls”

“I guess it does, Lodge.”

The girl nods. Before Hermione could turn in the other direction she stopped in her tracks. Looking at her wrist watch she sees her shift is coming close to its end. Just like that she offers the girl another invitation to her apartment for wine.

That was where the women crossed the line between serpent business and personal business.

The affair went on in secret for weeks.

Hermione tries to crack through the serpent’s shell she wanted to know more, more about how the girl became so deliciously aggressive in all the right ways. She got some answers.

Every time Hermione thought she was about to break through more of “Princess’ “shell, she would take the lead to changing the subject. Usually by gripping Hermione’s waist and pulling her close. She never resisted.

She let the girl do exactly what she wanted. Hoping that maybe, just maybe she would on the off chance stay the night.

y/n sat on the sofa next to the older woman she watched as the hem of Hermione’s dress seemed to ride up as she spoke.Without thinking she placed her hand just above the brunette’s knee, administering a firm squeeze. That action stopped the flow of words immediately.

With her free hand brushing silky dark locks behind Hermione’s ear. The women share a knowing look of how the night is going to turn out.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom? Or I could take you right here if you’d like?”

Hermione takes the lead in getting up from the sofa and gently grabbing the girls soft hand in her own.

With a smirk y/n stands grabbing the wine glass and downing the rest of the sweet liquid before they’re off to take care of their needs.

Stumbling through the heavy door in a lip lock with her hands full of Hermione’s backside y/n pushes the door closed with her foot before turning the brunette around and pressing her hard against it.

Hands roughly sliding up Hermione’s sides she turns the lock on the door. Hermione’s nimble fingers find themselves lost in the serpent’s hair greedily tugging.

Hands making their way down to Carmel thighs gently lifting, Hermione wraps her legs around y/ns lower back feeling the girl’s abdomen firm against her center she lets out a sweet hum between their lips.

Grinning at the sound of the older woman she pulls her away from the door carrying her to the bed.

As the brunette’s hair is splayed across the duvet y/n is positioned between her legs. She starts her work, or as Hermione would describe as magic.

Harsh kisses and bites are scattered over Hermione’s neck as she grips y/ns waist to try and pull the girl even more against herself. Leaning more of her weight in between Hermione’s legs she grips her hands in her own moving them over her head. Holding firmly at her wrists to keep her in place she places her lips hard against the older woman’s.

Getting lost in one another they start removing layer after layer that separates their skin until they are fully bare pressed against each other.

The plethora of Hermione’s moans and whimpers filling the room encourage y/n to go further and further. Her fingers slipping through Hermione’s slick hot core almost sends herself over the edge. By the sound that escapes Hermione’s lips y/n knows that her teasing is working.

She waits to quicken her pace.

“I know you want it. Beg for it”

The husk of y/n’s voice makes Hermione’s eyes seem to roll into the back of her head as she arches her back attempting to bring more pleasure to her core.

“Please”

With a cocked eyebrow y/ns hand grasp each side of Hermione’s soft jaw line giving her no choice but to make eye contact.

“Please, what?”

The girl continues to lightly circle her clit with the pads of her fingers.

Hermione could barely concentrate on words as she felt the wanting grow.

“Please, I need you” she struggled as she let out the words.

Those words brought joy to the younger girl, to be wanted and needed.

Slowly she moved her fingers down to a wet entrance and painfully slow, she inserted two fingers making the woman underneath her gasp.

As Hermione’s breathing grew heavier y/n sped her fingers. Feeling the woman below her grab and scratch at her shoulder blades at every thrust of her fingers she applied the pressure of her thumb to Hermione’s clit. Working the woman in every way she could to get her closer to release. With y/ns movements, seeing what her actions were causing her own want and need felt like it was on the edge of erupting.

Re-situating herself she moved Hermione’s legs further apart bringing her core closer to Hermione’s. Moving herself to make contact the only thought going through their minds is the feeling of wet heat mixing together.

Rocking her hips back and forth creating a delightful friction y/ns hands were gripped knuckle white on Hermione.

One hand holding down her wrist and the other clutching to a smooth thigh.

Quickening her pace witnessing the woman’s breathing become erratic brought her closer just knowing how close Hermione was in that moment.

The way the women had gripped each other. Working together, moving together bringing each other pleasure was the most vulnerable they had ever been. A breath catches in the back of Hermione’s throat y/n leans down crashing their lips together.

White heat ripped through Hermione’s core a muffled cry of pleasure vibrated her lips against y/ns.

The feeling becoming overwhelmingly sensitive as y/n is on the brink of her own release feeling of soft tongues moving in sync a sharp intake of air separates their lips and y/n feels her own core pulse hitting her orgasm. Eyes shut tight riding out the feeling she lets herself collapse next to Hermione.

Time passes as the two recovered in the king-sized bed. Hermione turned into y/ns side with her head resting against the serpent’s shoulders as she felt the tips of her fingers drawing shapes on her back.

The older woman puffs slowly at a post-coital cigarette. Hermione always wanted to learn more about the younger girl. She never knew her real name and yet she was over at the pembrooke regularly.

She knew some of her likes and dislikes, how she takes her coffee. Sharing vaguely about childhood memories and family life but never going fully into who her family was.They even talked about what she wants to do later in life, but everything always circled back to the serpents.

Though one thing Hermione always wanted to know was never answered, until that night.

“Princess?” Doe brown eyes meet y/c/e as y/n Hums in response.

“How come you haven’t told me your real name?”

With a sigh y/ns flat palm massages into Hermione’s shoulder blade. “I just never really thought it mattered. Your nickname is kind of a rite of passage with the serpents. Nobody goes by their actual name.”

With another drag taken from the cigarette y/n takes it from her fingers into her own bringing it to her lips. As smoke escaped from Hermione’s mouth, she asked another question.

“How did you get marked as princess then?”

The younger girl chuckled a smile appearing on her lips.

“As smart as you are, I thought you’d figure it out by now. When your dad is the serpent king, you’re sort of thrown into the role. What else would his first born be other than a princess?”

Hermione’s eyes go wide at the realization. Princess was Fp Jones’ daughter. The nickname made sense now.

“Fp-“

“Yep, that’s my dad” y/n laughed again.

Taking the last drag off the cigarette and Turning slightly to put it out on the ashtray on the nightstand.

“Y/n Jones, nice to meet your acquaintance Mrs. Lodge.”

Y/n forms her hand for a handshake making Hermione giggle in response.

“You as well, Y/n Jones.”

Hermione lays her head back against her shoulder. Hand settling on y/ns chest. “What a cliché? People write stories about this type of situation. The Mob wives mistress, the serpent princess”

A playful scoff escaped y/ns throat at Hermione’s words.

“Make no mistake lodge. They call me princess now. One day I’m going to be their fucking Queen.” She lets a sly smile expose her pearly teeth before leaning close to Hermione’s lips.

“That you are Y/n, a queen” Hermione lets out before closing the space between their plump lips.

Chapter Text

“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 driver's 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 and ‘see you later 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.”

Chapter Text

Large hands land on to your waist causing you to jump and squeak in surprise at the action, The deep, barren chuckle that sounds from behind you allows you to relax. You continue to set your focus on cooking the food sat on the stove whilst leaning into his touch subconsciously.

“Good mornin’,” Tom rasped in a low tired, voice laced with sleep still.

“Good morning.”

The small-town Sheriff plants soft kisses on your shoulder and neck as he admires the small ring sat around your left-hand ring finger glinting when it catches the light. You feel his lips curl up into a smile against the smooth flesh of your neck as he continues to litter your exposed skin with pecks.

“What?” you ask quizzically although certainly not fighting your own smile that easily works its way at widening.

“Just happy you said yes.”

Shaking your head, you place the spatula down beside the frying pan and lower the heat before turning in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck as his settle for hugging your waist. “And why is that so shocking? Hm?”

“You’re young and beautiful, yet you want to marry some boring, grouchy Sheriff with a kid.”

The way you roll your eyes reminds him of the time he first met you a couple years back and it makes his heart swell and his smile widen, threatening to split his cheeks from the corners of your mouth and upwards.

“For starters, I’m only a couple years younger than you Tom,” you start but then lean in up close to his ear to playfully continue in a whisper. “And you’re certainly not boring. I’m very certain that last night is proof enough.”

You pull back and just catch the smallest glimpse of his tongue darting out to wet his lip, the beginning of a smirk showing on his face. “Okay, so what about me being a grouchy Sheriff with a kid?”

“Well, I love Kevin, so I certainly have no issue with that. I can’t object to you being a grouchy Sheriff though. I can’t lie to the cops.”

You feel a sharp pinch on your behind causing you to squeal and laugh as Tom brings closer before crashing his lips onto yours, silencing you apart the satisfied moan that escapes you. Pulling back, he looks down at you with a loving smile.

“I love you,” he whispers quietly against your lips.

It’s now your cheeks that threaten to split as you smile widely. “I love you too.”

Chapter Text

"I have to go down to get something for my mom-"

"Is the cute one gonna be there?" Kevin asked. Betty furrowed her brows, looking at him.

"Cute one? You mean (Y/N)? My cousin?" Betty questioned. Kevin nodded.

"Ugh, did you see the way he smiled at me the other day? There's nothing else in the world I'd rather do than-"

"Please don't, Kev. He's like, my best friend and my cousin." Betty cut him off, cringing. Kevin raised his hands.

"Okay, okay. Can I come with you?" He asked. Betty glanced at him.

"You're gonna come no matter what I say." Betty replied, locking the front door and following Kevin down the sidewalk.

"Do I look good?" Kevin asked, smoothing out his shirt. Betty looked at him.

"You really like him don't you?" She asked softly. Kevin nodded.

"He's not like Moose. Moose is.... Moose." They laughed. "And he's not a bad boy like Joaquin." He sighed.

"(Y/N) is an average person with insanely good looks." Kevin shrugged, smiling. Betty locked arms with him.

"Why don't you ask him out?"

"He might not be a football player... Or a bad boy.. But he could be a fuckboy." Kevin looked at her.

"He's not.. Okay, he's a little bit of a fuckboy but he has a good heart." Betty said, smiling. Kevin nodded. He fixed his hair as they approached the The Riverdale Register. (Y/N) looked up, greeting them with a smile.

"Hey, handsome." (Y/N) watched Kevin lightly blush.

"How's work going?" Kevin asked as Betty went off to find whatever she needed. (Y/N) shrugged.

"Good... A little boring but what can you do?" Kevin chuckled, leaning against a table. (Y/N) went through some papers, glancing up at him.

"And you? How have you been?" He asked. Kevin crossed his arms.

"Decent... I missed seeing your pretty face." Kevin grinned as (Y/N) hummed.

"Missed you too." (Y/N) approached Kevin, putting some papers on the table. He looked at Kevin, noticing how close they were. Kevin gulped, letting his hands grip (Y/N)'s shirt.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're the cutest guy ever?" Kevin asked. (Y/N) laughed causing Kevin's leg to turn into jelly. (Y/N) noticed and wrapped his arms around him, holding the male up. Kevin grabbed his collar gently and closed the distance. It wasn't a heated makeout like the ones he had with Moose and Joaquin. It was sweet and filled with affection, not lust. (Y/N) pulled back with a soft smile. Kevin swooned as (Y/N) gave him an eskimo kiss.

"I'm free this Friday... Maybe we can go to Pop's and make this official." (Y/N) said. Kevin nodded.

"Come on, Kev." Betty called. (Y/N) stepped back, smiling at Betty. Kevin kissed his cheek, catching him off guard before going over to Betty.

"Seems like V and Arch are gonna have competition." Betty cooed. Kevin chuckled, nodding.

"I'm going on a date with paper boy." Kevin couldn't wait til friday.

Chapter Text

“I promise we’ll come back.” You sigh, placing a hand on her shoulder. She slumps at the contact, the previous cold facade she’d been trying so hard to keep up crumbling at your words, causing your own lip to wobble as the two of you look at each other.

Jason places a hand on your shoulder and gently tugs you back to him. He glances back at the staircase, eyeing the darkness suspiciously before dropping his gaze back to his sister, and his expression softens when the two of them make eye contact.

Not a night has gone by that they’ve ever been separated, both refusing to go to friend’s sleepovers just in case one of them needs something in the middle of the night. Most people say that it’s weird, that they should have gotten used to being apart when the reluctantly stopped sharing a room, but they shared a womb for 9 months, they do literally everything together, so you can’t blame them for having trouble sleeping if they’re not under the same roof.

And Cheryl thought she wouldn’t have to think about not getting a good night's sleep just yet. She thought it would be when the two of them went off to college, but they’d be in college so they’d be too busy drinking or studying and hopefully that would be a distraction from the distance between them, especially if one of them had you as well. It hadn’t been decided where you were going to study, you just knew you’d be going with one of the Blossom twins.

However, now the prospect of spending who knows how long without her brother and her best friend has hit her like a train. As soon as she heard the whispers and saw the two of you by the front door, two suitcases by your side, she felt her chest tighten, and tears blurred her vision before she’s made it two steps down the stairs.

And then she made eye contact with the two of you, and she swore she could feel her heart breaking.

The two of you looked terrified, your eyes wide as you clung on to Jason’s arm and he shuffled closer to you, placing a protective hand on your stomach. But then you relaxed when you saw her red-hair and curious gaze as she looked between the two of you before making her way down the rest of the stairs.

“Where are you going?” She whispered, her eyebrows furrowed as she closed the distance between the three of you. You glanced at Jason, an unreadable expression on your face that stung Cheryl when she realised the two of you were keeping something from her. “Tell me otherwise I get mom.” She says and Jason grabs her arms gently.

“We’re going away.” He says quietly and her expression changes. The curious look replaced by sadness, one that you can’t bare to see. So when she looks at you, you drop her gaze, and instead grab onto the smaller suitcase by your side.

“What? Why?” She says, a mix of a laugh and sob escaping her lips as she looks at the scene again. “Where are you going? What’s happening. Are you playing some stupid prank on me? Because if this is payback for the hair removal cream in your shampoo you really need to get over it Jason, it was three years ago and your hair grew back...mostly.” She rolls her eyes before settling back on you, a tearful smile pulling on her lips as she tries to get you to confess.

“And really Y/n, how did he get you in on this. I know you guys are dating but come on, bro’s before ho’s. Seriously, what’s he giving you?”

“I’m pregnant.” You whisper, your eyes still trained downwards. Jason sighs and looks up at the ceiling, the sound of Cheryl laughing causes the two of you to look at her.

“Well, that’s one hell of a bribe.” She says, trying to lighten the mood, but when neither of you laugh, her eyes widen and she takes a step towards you again. “Holy shit, are you being serious?” She asks and glances at your stomach.

“Yeah.” You nod, and place a gentle hand over your non existent bump.

She smiles, her eyes glistening as she looks between you, your stomach and Jason. But then they fall back to the suitcases beside you making her frown again.

“Wait, what’s happening? You can’t leave, not now.” She says. “Does mom and dad know about this?” She asks and glances back at the stairs.

“No.” Jason shakes his head. “Nobody does, just you. That’s why we’re leaving.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think is gonna happen if they find out she’s pregnant. I’m not bothered what they do to me, I couldn’t care less, but if they find out about her, I don’t even want to know what they’d do.”

“But what about your parents Y/n? They love kids, they’ve been bugging your sister for years about giving them grandchildren.”

“Yeah, but she’s 25, not 17 and she’s not having a baby with a Blossom.” You say. It’s the first time you’ve spoken to her since telling her you’re pregnant.

This should have been a happy occasion, with Cheryl screaming about being an aunt and also being grossed out about the fact that you and her brother have been having sex. You should be showing her scans, rolling your eyes at her as she plans the baby shower, and scolding her when she brings home yet another baby grow that you already have too many of.

Instead, the three of you are on the edge of tears, worried about Penelope and Clifford waking up and catching you at any moment.

“We have to go.” Jason speaks up, glancing between the two of you. A shaky sigh escapes your lips, as tears run down your cheek and you pull Cheryl into a tight hug with the promise of seeing her soon.

Jason mirrors your actions, telling her to stay safe, and if anybody asks, she didn’t see either of you. One night you guys were here, the next you weren’t. No signs, no note, no explanations. Just gone.

“I love you.” You say, and press a quick kiss to her cheek, before Jason grabs the suitcases and leads you outside.

She watches the two of you hurry into the car, the break lights basking the large house in a red glow, however to Cheryl it’s just a red blur, the tears filling her eyes obscuring her vision as she waves blindly, unable to stop the sobs that escape her lips.

Because now she’s alone.

Alone and scared.

Cheryl wakes with a start. Her long fingernails clawing at her chest as she struggles to regain her breathing. Toni sits beside her, a gentle hand stroking her bare arm as she blinks the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She says, her tone a gentle mix of sympathy and sleepiness, and Cheryl feels herself starting to calm down. The darkness that had gripped her tightly has slowly decided to loosen and she can finally focus on the four walls that surround her and keep her safe, instead of the dreary expanse that fills her mind and keeps her up at night.

“You’re safe. You’re with me, just breathe.” She continues, and Cheryl matches her breathing to the pink haired girl sat beside her.

Eventually, she calms down, and Toni pulls her into a hug as she lies back. Cheryl closes her eyes, head on Toni’s chest as she listens to the steady beating of her heart.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper and Cheryl’s glad of the hushed tone.

“No thank you.” She replies and wipes a stray tear that rolls down her cheek.

“Okay.” She nods. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She replies. “Sorry if I woke you up.” She adds, feeling slightly guilty about the whole ordeal. She still feels embarrassed when the feelings she tries so hard to ignore come to the surface. But then Toni holds her in her arms and tells her that it’s okay to feel, and despite the shame, it does make her feel slightly better.

“Nah.” She shrugs. “I was already awake.”

“Why?”

“I thought I heard the bogeyman outside.” She says with a snort making Cheryl roll her eyes.

“Shut up.” She laughs.

But a knock on the door makes them both freeze. Cheryl’s eyes widen while Toni tries to act tough, despite having the size - and scariness of a toddler.

“What was that?” Toni whispers and Cheryl looks at her annoyed.

“The bogeyman?” She shrugs.

“Not funny.” Toni grumbles, swinging her legs over the bed and grabbing the baseball bat from behind the headboard.

“You started it.” Cheryl whispers and follows her grabbing the small gun she keeps under the bed and Toni’s eyes widen at the sight of her girlfriend.

“Alright Billy the Kid, calm down.” She mumbles sarcastically and Cheryl lets out an exasperated sigh.

Slowly the two of them creep down the stairs, taking it in turns to hide behind each other as they try to see who’s on the other side of the door. The doorbell rings again and they both freeze on the bottom step.

“You answer, it’s your house.” Toni whispers.

“Are you kidding me, you’re in a gang for god’s sake. You answer it.” She argues making Toni shake her head quickly. “Jesus Christ.” She mumbles and tightens her grip on the gun. “It’s okay.” She whispers and creeps towards the front door. She takes a deep breath and rolls her eyes at Toni stands behind her, baseball bat raised and eyes closed. “Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” She says, her voice sharp as she aims the gun at the unwelcome visitors.

“Wow, did Riverdale really get that bad since we were gone.” A familiar voice asks and her breath hitches as she lowers the gun.

“Jason?” She asks unbelievably, her amber eyes meeting her brothers, and a large grin graces his features as he stares down at his little sister.

“I told you we’d be back.” Another voice says, and Cheryl’s eyes widen as her gaze shifts from her brother to you, holding a sleeping baby in your arms.

“Holy shit.” She whispers and springs towards the two of you. She wraps her arms around Jason first, pulling him into a tight hug as tears roll down her cheeks. And then she moves on to you, giving you a side hug before looking over your shoulder and staring down at the her niece or nephew. “I can’t believe you guys are back. Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” She cries and you can’t help your own tears that spill down your cheeks.

“We’ve missed you too.” You sob and hug her again.

“Cheryl?” Toni asks and the three of you turn to look at the petite girl standing in the doorway.

“Y/n, Jason. This is Toni, my girlfriend. Toni, my brother Jason and my best friend Y/n.” She says, introducing you all and you send an awkward wave over Cheryl’s shoulder.

“Hi.” Jason says and Toni looks at the two of you in disbelief.

“Holy shit. They’re actually here.” She says, mirroring Cheryl’s previous words and Cheryl giggles. “Come in, come. It’s freezing.” She ushers you in, and drops the bat by the front door before going to make some tea.

“So, why are you guys back?” Cheryl asks, a little scared to hear the answer.

“Well.” Jason coughs as he sits on the sofa. You sit beside him, shuffling uncomfortably and Cheryl hands you a cushion to put under the arm holding the baby.

Her gaze lingers on you for a few seconds as you gaze down, your fingers gently stroking the cheek of your baby and a happy smile pulling on your lips as you coo at them. She can’t believe you’re actually a mom. You’re a mom and Jason’s a dad, like holy shit.

“You guys are parents.” She mumbles, stopping Jason from continuing and the two of you look at her, shy smiles on your faces.

“Yeah.” You nod. “I was pregnant the last time I saw you.” You tease and she rolls her eyes at you. At least some things haven’t changed.

“That’s why we’re back actually.” Jason says, pulling his sisters attention away from his daughter. “After what happened to dad and with mom leaving, we thought it would be okay to come back for a bit. Introduce Rose to her auntie.” He adds the last part with a cheeky smile and Cheryl’s eyes widen.

“Rose?” She asks and you nod.

“Do you wanna hold her?” You ask and she nods quickly.

“We’ve told her all about her auntie, and so she is very excited to meet you...I promise.” You say after glancing down at her sleeping form and Cheryl giggles before taking her from you gently.

“So, Cheryl, we’d like to formally introduce you to Rose Cherie Blossom.” Jason says, tearing Cheryl’s gaze away from Rose for a brief second and the two of them mirror each others wide smiles.

“Hi.” She giggles and presses a kiss to Rose’s head. Toni comes in holding a teapot big enough for the whole of Riverdale and places it on the coffee table before sitting beside Cheryl. “I’m Cheryl, and this is your auntie Toni. I know it might be a bit confusing as to why this is the first time we’re meeting, but let’s just say things are a bit complicated here in Riverdale, but I’m gonna do whatever I can to keep you safe. I promise, you’re a Blossom, and we look after each other.”

Chapter Text

Third Person Pov

You were working your usual shift in the mechanic shop. When your boss mentioned that you had to stay later because there was a last minute appointment booked. So you went on with your day until your last appointment showed up. You heard the rev of an engine and a motorcycle pulled up. It sounded off. You gestured to the person to come into the workshop. You noticed the Serpent jacket. You always knew the boss was in debt to the Serpents for “saving his life” whatever that meant. They pulled in and they took off their helmet. You were meant with a beautiful girl with caramel skin and pink hair. Which took you by surprise because usually the Serpents that came in were boys.

“Hey, sorry for the last minute appointment but my bike keeps making a clicking sound.” She says fixing her hair.

“Yeah its no problem, your chain probably needs to be changed. Your bike kinda looks a bit worn in, so it should probably take no more than two hours. You can come back in a couple of hours to pick it up if you’d like.” You say to her while laying out the tools you’d need.

“It’s fine. I’ll keep you company.” She says with a smirk.

“Cool. I’m Y/N.” You say sticking out your hand.

“Toni.” She takes your hand and shakes it loosely. The both of you just stare at each other for a moment before you release her hand and clear your throat.

“Ummm… I should get started on your bike.” You say wheeling Toni’s motorcycle into your work station.

“Oh..yeah right almost forgot about that.” She says twiddling her thumbs.

“So are there many girls in the serpents? You're the first one to come into the shop.” You said

“Not many, unfortunately.” She says. You are working on her bike.

“That sucks.” You say taking out your wrench.

“Any other female mechanics around?” Toni says.

“Nope. It sucks, sometimes the boys can’t take me seriously because I am so young.” You say simpicticily. We ended up talking for awhile when I was working on her bike. Both of you actually had a lot in common.

“Well we are all done here. Don’t worry about the cost. I will take care of it.” You say to her.

“You can’t do that, I gotta pay you. Besides, you stayed here after hours to work on my bike. How can I repay you?” Toni asks.

“How about a date tomorrow at pops?” You say wiggling your eyebrows.

“You know I would’ve said yes even if you didn't fix my bike for free.”Toni giggles.

“Oh…. I didn’t think you would actually say yes if I asked.” You say wiping grease off of your forehead.

“I’m just teasing you, you're such a dork.”Toni nudged your arm.

“Can I have your number?” You hand Toni your phone and she nods her head.

“I’ll text you when I get home. See you tonight Y/N.” Toni smiles and takes on her bike

Chapter Text

Jughead was sitting on the couch of the Pembroke, waiting for Veronica to come downstairs. He had just woken her up for breakfast and she said she was getting ready and dressed.

He was staring at the wall, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do in a situation like this.

Veronica wasn't his girlfriend. She never has been. But they had been getting close the past couple of months since her mom had gone to New York and Jughead had left his trailer to move in with Veronica. Really close. And since her car accident, she has lost almost all of her memory and doesn't remember a single moment they shared. None of the ones that led them to fall in love with each other. Rather, led him to fall in love with her.

She was driving to the Pembroke, after Jughead told her he was too tired to drive to Pops and pick her up. A large white truck ended up crashing into her, killing the driver, and severely injuring the beloved Veronica. Jughead felt it was all his fault, and he blamed himself. Every day.

Jughead was at a loss. What could he possibly do now? He had fallen in love with Veronica, and he had his suspicions that she was in love with him too, but how was he supposed to ever know now?

But whether or not she knows or not doesn't change the way he feels. He will take care of her. He will always protect her.

"What's for breakfast?" the shining young girl asked, coming down the stairs in silk white shorts and a dark blue cami. Jughead's head spun towards her, smiling in admiration when he saw her.

He adored her for a moment before hopping up and going towards the kitchen. "I made eggs, bacon and pancakes," he told her with an encouraging smile. "I tried, anyways."

"I'll eat anything right now. I'm starving." She watched as Jughead served her a plate, adding more as she told him that. He placed it in front of her and she smiled brightly at him, making his heart flutter.

"I hope you like it."

Veronica was digging in, devouring all of her food with a few groans and smiles of appreciation towards Jughead.

She had just gotten out of the hospital a couple of days ago, and was still adjusting to her 'new' life back at the Pembroke. She seemed to be doing just fine.

Even after her parents found out about what happened with Veronica. they were too busy to come back to Riverdale, which showed Jughead how much they really cared, since Veronica didn't remember much. It didn't matter though, because he was going to take care of her.

After she finished her food, she smiled at Jughead. "Thank you Juggy, it was wonderful. I'm so full now." She threw her head back. Jughead took her plate and began to wash it.

"I'm glad you liked it."

Veronica raised her head again to look at him, leaning forward to place her hands on the bar she was sitting at. "Jughead?"

He turned to her. "Yeah?"

"I want to thank you, Jughead. For everything you've done for me. It seems like my parents haven't really cared about me. And maybe a couple of friends like... um, what were their names?"

"Betty, Archie, Cheryl, and Toni," he reminded her with a small smirk.

"Right," she said. "But you," she smiled, "you've been with me every step of the way. And you've treated me so good, and you've been so kind to me. Even though I don't remember who you are."

Jughead looked at the ground. Veronica leaned forward a little to get him to look up at her.

"But no matter what I remember or what I forget," she started, looking into his longing eyes, "I know I care about you, Jughead."

Jughead softened. He felt a wave of happiness pass over his heart.

"I'm not sure how exactly I felt before this happened, but I can't imagine I felt any less than I do now."

"How do you feel?" he asked, walking around the island of the kitchen and towards her on the barstool.

"I don't know, honestly," she admitted. "I don't know what those feelings were. The ones I had in the past."

Jughead nodded slowly, looking away for a second. She grabbed his hand. "But after seeing how much you care about me and how much effort you've put in just to keep me stable I just-"

She paused, taking a breath. "I appreciate you so much. And if I feel this strongly about you not remembering anything in the past, I can't imagine how much I loved you before all of this."

Jughead's heart skipped a beat. "Love? Me?" he asked slowly. Veronica nodded cautiously. "Did I- say something wrong?" she asked.

"No! I just- we've never said that word before," he laughed nervously, looking at the ground again.

"Oh," Veronica said gently. "I didn't know that."

There was silence between them. Jughead was lost in thought. That was a major moment to him. He loved Veronica. So much. For so long. And he had always been scared as to whether or not she felt the same. But she just said that. But it wasn't the Veronica that knew all of the memories they shared.

"I just figured since you took such care of me and showed so much love to me that I have always loved you."

Jughead looked at her, heart racing. Veronica met eyes with him and sensed the tension. "I'm sorry, I- shouldn't have said that."

"No!" he grabbed her arm gently. "It makes me feel better that you did." Veronica gave him a warm smile.

"I know you don't understand," he began, "how I feel right now. And how I've felt for so long. You don't remember what we've been through and the moments that we shared. So, you don't really know how you feel about me. I wish you did, though. Just so I could know if I've been doing the right things or not."

Veronica grasped onto Jughead's arm, making him stare at her arm on his, heart beating fast.

"Regardless of what had happened in the past, you have been doing all the right things. That is something I can promise you, Jughead. You've made this disease tolerable. You've made me feel the most connected with the old me than anybody else."

Jughead scanned her features with love and a smile. "I think that, even though I don't remember everything and all the little details- that I still know that I love you." Jughead's eyes widened and his chest heaved. "And that I've always loved you."

"Veronica, you don't know that. You don't remember-"

"I don't need to, Jughead," she took his face in her hands. "I just have this feeling. My instincts are telling me to trust you with everything I have and put all of my faith in you." Jughead melted into her touch. "And I am. I trust you. And I know you trust me too."

"Of course I do," he replied. Veronica smiled.

"If I'm being honest, Jughead," she said, removing her hands from his face, "I have had a few moments where I could picture us together. They're very vague and I can't understand much of what's going on during them, but I can just sense our connection."

Jughead raised his brows slightly. "I don't know why I didn't tell you this. A part of me says it was to protect myself, or to shield us from ruining the friendship we have, but," she paused.

"I love you, Jughead. I have for a long time now. And I wish I could remember all of the reasons why, and all of the things we've experienced together that have made me feel this passionate about you."

Jughead's heart was exploding."I love you so much, Veronica. I have for so long. I've been so scared of saying it, I didn't want to ruin what we had, but I just want to-"

Veronica placed her finger onto Jughead's lips, shushing him. "Well now there's nothing you can ruin because there's nothing for me to remember,"she giggled. Jughead didn't seem to find it amusing.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just," she laughed lightly. "There's nothing to worry about now. I don't have to be stuck on all of the worries I had in the past. I don't have to constantly think about the consequences of what we are," Veronica looked up and down Jughead's face. "Or what we will be."

"It was my fault, Veronica," he said sadly, tears building up in his eyes. Veronica's eyebrows furrowed in worry. "What? What is?"

"This. All of this. You wouldn't be like this if I had just walked to Pops so we could go home together like we always did. But I was being selfish and I wasn't thinking about-"

"Jughead, please," she said. He stopped and looked into her chocolate eyes. "Don't blame yourself. This happened for a reason."

"It should have happened, Veronica."

Veronica looked down sadly. "I will learn to adjust. And little things are already coming back to me!"

"What if they never entirely do?" he said, becoming angry with himself. Veronica bit her lip.

"What if you miss out on all of the feelings you once had because of this stupid mistake?"

"Is it what it is, Jughead."

Jughead scoffed. "No, Veronica. You don't deserve this."

He seemed like he was about to walk away, but Veronica took his hand and pulled him back to sit down by her.

"Listen, Jughead."

He looked into her eyes, tears forming in his.

"It sucks what happened. It really does. And I know that. And I may never get all of my memories back. But the only choice I have is to live with that. And the only thing that will help me get through that is you."

Jughead tried to look away so he didn't cry. He felt unbelievably guilty.

"I know I loved you Jughead. No matter what you or anyone else has thought, I know I did." She analyzed his expression before continuing, "And I do."

"Veronica," he held back tears, "you don't even remember me, you-"

"Jughead. We have endless opportunities to make more memories. It's like a fresh start. This is a good thing. This will be a good thing. We have to think of it as a good thing or else it will end as a bad thing,"

He nodded softly, knowing what she was saying was right

She tightly squeezed his hands.

"I want to make new memories with you, Jughead."

"But this is my fault," he said, his chin quivering. Veronica once again stroked his cheek, wiping his stray tear. "Then you have a lifetime to make it up to me," she smiled. They looked up and down each other's face before leaning into a soft, gentle, elegant kiss of passion and love.

They pulled away, looking into each other's eyes with love.

"Whether I remember the past or not, Jughead, we have our entire future ahead of us."

Chapter Text

You went with your mom to a meeting she had with Hiram Lodge; her new boss, you could say. You were the last ones to show up, so both of you walked over to the only empty table and say down. Throughout the meeting, you stole glances over at the Ghoulie leader, catching his eye. You had a feeling this wouldn’t be your only encounter with the curly headed cutie. You eyes had wondered for the tenth time since the meeting started, your mom nudging your arm making you snap your head in her direction. She raised her eyebrows at you in a silent question, wondering why you kept staring at him. You shrugged your shoulders at her, letting out a silent chuckle before turning your attention back to Hiram as he spoke.

After the meeting you and your mom decided to stay while most of the others left. You immediately ran over to the dart board, grabbing the darts and taking a few steps back.

“Didn't this use to be Serpent territory? I thought you were exiled which is the whole reason we moved to Greendale?” you asked as you pulled all the darts off the board.

“Hiram bought it from them. It’s the new headquarters now where most of the behind the scenes drug stuff happens.” she answered, “Think you still got it?” your mom asked. You sent her a smirk, eyeing the board before throwing one of the darts and hitting the bullseye effortlessly.

“I’d say so.” you cockily tossed your hair over your shoulder as you and your mother laughed.

“Not too bad, kid.” you looked over and saw the tall, very handsome boy sporting curly hair and a denim jacket.

“I wouldn’t call me kid. You’re barely two years older than me.” you replied.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met before.” he leaned against the wall next to the dart board.

“You’re Malachai, leader of the Ghoulies. We may have never met before, but i do my research.” you threw another dart, purposely landing it a mere centimeter from his face, though he barely flinched.

“Uh huh, what else did you figure out?” he asked pulling the dart from the board and fiddling with it.

“Not much, just that you have a very, very long track record and that you graduated from Southside High the year before it shut down. You were a smart kid who was slightly obsessed with science, which i’m assuming is how you built your empire of jingle jangle and now fizzle rocks. Concocted them yourself, right?” you rambled as you tossed the darts, all of them landing in a perfect circle around the bullseye.

“Impressive and yes, yes i did.” he pushed himself off the wall,walking to stand in front of you, “shame i don’t know anything about you.”

“I’m Penny Peabody’s kid. What else is there to know?” you took the dart from his hand as he held it out in front of you. You threw the dart over his shoulder without looking before sending him a smirk and turning to walk over to where your mom who was racking up the balls to start a game of pool.

“No fucking way.” Malachai turned around to find the dart you just throw over his shoulder had landed perfectly within the circle of darts around the bullseye. She is something else. He thought to himself. He shook his head, pushing his curls out of his face and headed over to the tables that had been set up for the meeting.

“Flirting with my business partners now, huh?” your mom asked as you took the pool stick from her she offered you.

“He’s hot. What’d you expect?” you joked.

“Just let me know if i need to kick his ass.” she sent you a wink before leaning over the table to break the perfect triangle of balls to start the game.

Chapter Text

You nudge Malachai when you hear beeping and wrap your arms around him.
“I have a meeting.” Malachai grumbles when his alarm goes off, you peer at him from under the blanket as he tugs himself free.
“You said that meeting was tomorrow.”
“Yeah, and tomorrow is now today; so I have the meeting.” He hisses standing and stretching.
“Can’t you be late to it?” You watch as he pulls a shirt before turning back to kiss you shaking his head.
“No babe; I have to; what’re you doing?”
“Coming with you.” You beam.

“Y/N no. It’s a serious Ghoulie mission meeting. We’ll just be talking strategy and nothing interesting.”
“Your job is interesting to me. Besides I might be able to help!”
“I don’t think you’ll be much help no offence.” You pull your jeans on and one of his shirts over your bra.
“None taken, I’m still coming with you.”
“No you’re- Y/N get back here!!!” He shouts as you duck under his arm and run out of the house.

You’re sitting next to Malachai watching the other Ghoulies eye you uncomfortably.
“So first order of business. The Serpents; we need to- Y/N.” he sighs as the other Ghouls turn to you when he says your name.
“I’m taking notes. In case y’all need to look back on it.” You don’t look up from the notebook you’ve pulled out.
“No these meetings are meant to be secret we can’t have notes or any; are those muffins?” You pull the journal towards your lap as you place the container of muffins onto the table.
“You didn’t have breakfast before you left, besides if it’s such a serious meeting you guys need fuel.” Malachai glares but reaches for a muffin all the same. You finish taking notes and he doesn’t say anything when you thank everyone for coming and there input.

“Listen baby, you know I love you; but if you’re going to come to meetings you can be so.” He shrugs hand waving up and down where you sit.
“I can’t be so me?” You laugh a little and he shrugs.
“So nice! “ He huffs scowling.
“What wrong with being nice?”
“Nothing; I love you for it, but the ghouls, they’re not used to that shit. They get confused by it; don’t understand what you want from them since you’re giving them shit like muffins and helping at meetings.”
“You mean you. Right?” You watch him swallow and turn away slightly as he sits on the couch.

“Mals? You mean you; don’t you. None of the other Ghouls care. Why do you?”
“I don’t.” He snaps. You shuffle from the chair sitting next to him. You nudge his chin so he turns to look at you.
“What’s going on?”
“You’re too good for me.”
“No; don’t start that. I’m not too good for you, and you’re just as good for me as I am for you in that case okay?” He shakes his head.
“No I mean like you’re like too good; happy, nice, just sweet.”
“Are you trying to tell me I’m ruining your bad boy aesthetic?” You laugh when he nods.

“Are you serious?” You can’t help but laugh more shaking your head when he scowls.
“You are, I know it’s dumb but the Ghouls need a leader who’s a badass and- stop laughing.” His voice cracks as he smiles back at you.
“I’m sorry it’s just cute that you think you’re a bad boy and that’s why they follow you.”
“Oh really, well then why do they follow me?”

“Because you’re a good leader; you’ve managed to hold the monopoly on the drug trade, even working with the Blossoms for years. That takes skill and knowledge. Not to mention a level of badassery to deal with someone as soul sucking as the Blossoms.” He nods and you lean forward, smiling back at him when he pulls from the kiss.
“Besides you not being as badass gives me an excuse to try.” Malachai chokes on the drink he has and you narrow your eyes.
“You couldn’t be badass if you tried. I mean like maybe you could fake it for a few minutes; it takes a lot of work to be as badass as me.” You arch your eyebrow at him.
“Well if I can’t be a badass then you can’t be nice.” You challenge and he shakes his head.
“It’s too easy to be nice, I just have to agree with everything everyone says; and make them food.” You look unimpressed.
“That’s all you think I do?”
“And all you think I do is stand around half shrouded in darkness and glare.”
“No? Who; where did you get that idea?” You look at him confused he smirks.
“You totally do; hah.”
“Babe I don’t think you’re that much of a stereotype.”
“What do you mean that much?” You snicker and smile at him.
“Well you call the house, the house of the dead, and you theme everything in the gang around ghosts and skeletons; your shirt has skulls on it.”
“I like dead things okay.”
“Exactly, it’s obvious and it’s a bit of a stereotype.”
“Well you-“
“I what?” You tilt your head at him and he glares at his shirt you’re wearing.
“Oh were you about to critique my fashion choices? Hmm little hard when I’m wearing your clothes isn’t it Mr. “I’m a badass that’s into dead things.” He pulls you against him laughing.
“Listen here you happy little fuck.” He half threatens.
“I’m only happy cause I’m with you.” You comment and watch him freeze and tense for a second be fore he turns away vaulting up from the couch.
“Mals?” You watch as he shrugs retreating to the bedroom; you find him face down on the bed.
“You okay? Did I say something wrong? Do you need me to leave you alone?”
“No.” You can barely hear his response as it’s muffled by the pillows. You sigh moving next to him half laying on top of him.
“Seriously did I-“ You don’t finish as he rolls over; switching your positions so he now lays on top of you.
“Are you really surprised?”
“Yes I thought I upset you!”
“I told you’ you’re too nice for that.”

Chapter Text

After hours of trying to convince Betty and Veronica that hanging out with Malachai wasn't a big deal. Y/N had to also make them promise not to tell Archie, or Jughead who would definitely tell the protective ginger. After dodging that bullet he was able to talk on the phone until they fell asleep that night. Knowing his best friends and neighbors, Archie and Betty, hated Malachai. Y/N has to go to him and be a bit more secretive about their dates.

Malachai spent the day making his apartment nice for Y/N, he isn't a complete slob but not exactly the most organized guy either. Malachai never wanted to impress anyone's he dated. It was usually easy or just a quick hookup with some lower Ghoulie throwing themselves at him. He even lit candles, immediately blowing them out realizing Y/N wasn't arriving for hours.

Y/N was incredibly excited about their secret date as well. He thought about taking a wine from his parents, it's not as if they would notice, or if he should bring an overnight bag since it was the weekend. Malachai surely isn't a prude but maybe that would be a bit forward. Y/N and Malachai exchanged flirty texts all day, smiling at their phones. Betty, sleuthy as always, noticed Y/N smiling at texts on his phone and checking it constantly. When she asked who he was texted he hesitated and responded with Archie. She was elated to find out Y/N was finally talking to his ex.

The doors to Malachai's apartment swung open revealing his boyfriend. He pulled Y/N into the tightest hug wrapping his arms around his waist and bookbag. "You plan to stay, babe?" Malachai had the biggest smile on his face. Y/N answered the question by kissing him. "I know it's not much but I hope you love it". Y/N was actually amazed by the cute date Malachai set up. "This is way more than I ever expected."

A few glasses of wine and some dinner later Y/N was straddling Malachai's waist on the sofa."Thank you Mal, for all this. I've never had such a fun thought out date like this." Malachai feigned a gasp. "I can't believe the ginger kid never showed you a good night out," Y/N chuckled at what Malachai said.

"He would take me to the Bijou sometimes with friends but we mostly hung out in his garage.He wasn't the date type I guess." A slight pout shown on Y/N's face admitting this. "I promise I'll make every date better than the last if it gets you coming back here. Andrews is crazy to let you get away," Malachai spoke so sincerely it could almost make Y/N cry.

"Well I do not want to talk about exes anymore or probably ever. I would like to focus on us, Mal." Y/N pecked his boyfriend on the mouth, then went it for another kiss this time biting Malachai's bottom lip. He pulled away with a shocked but happy look on his face, if Malachai wasn't sure before now he knew he was in love with Y/N.

"How can you go from being so cute to sexy that fast?" Malachai wondered aloud.

"You make it easy, Mally.That's another thing I need to talk to you about."

Earlier that day Betty saw Archie after her class with Y/N. When she asked about them texting, he had no clue what she was talking about. Betty decided to come clean about Malachai dropping Y/N off at his house. Archie was pissed off, especially since he still loved Y/N and wanted so badly to work things out. Y/N had been avoiding his calls and taking a long way home to avoid walking past his house, now he knew why. Of course it's okay for Y/N to move on. Who is he kidding he could never be cool with that but Malachai was a bad guy who hated serpents and northsiders. Malachai was obviously going to use Y/N to hurt him.

Archie sped to his ex boyfriend's house after his extra tutoring was done frantically knocking as he needed to speak to Y/N who would have been home for hours by now. Y/N was sort of a loner before he dumped Archie but his only friend's were Betty, Kevin, Veronica, and Josie. The bad news came when Y/N's mom told Archie, he had gone to a new friend's house. Archie knew exactly where to find Malachai from their last run in.

He was on a mission to save his ex. Archie pulled up to where the Ghoulie king lives and heard loud groans of pain from out the door. It was clearly Y/N. He stepped back and ran his shoulder into the door knocking it open. The sight in the room was gut-wrenching. Archie felt sick to his stomach. Malachai laying back on the sofa looking smug, clearly satisfied with himself, while Y/N straddled him. Just his luck, he thought. Y/N just lost his virginity in front of his ex.

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FP assured you there wasn’t going to be any confrontation on the job. He just wanted you to track the Ghoulies movement and so far that meant a lot of lounging behind the car pretending to be waiting for someone.
“You lost?” You turn scowling towards the Ghoulie who grins.
“I didn’t think snakes were native to these parts.” You can feel his arm clamp down on your shoulder as he drags you closer towards the house.
“Let me-“
“Don’t bother.” His laugh is the last thing you hear before you feel another Ghoulie coming up and hitting the back of your head.You’re not unconscious; you can half hear; you can’t see, they must have blindfolded you or it’s too dark where ever you are. You wonder what they could possibly want with you. You’re not particularly high in the Serpent Ranks.

“Just toss her in the back room. We’ll wait for Boss to get back.” Fuck; you think groaning as you’re literally tossed onto a bed. One of them removes the blindfold and you realize they also tied your arms. You glare sitting yourself up and resigning yourself to waiting god knows how long. You cringe at the lights; your headache growing worse; you sigh closing your eyes figuring you’re at least safe until Malachai comes back.
You can hear the door opening and you’re about to glare when instead of a face all you see is a bright green glow.

“Mother fucker.” You can’t actually see who it is and the voices are overlapping thanks to the hit on the head, you resign yourself to slumping on the bed watching as the glow from your chest fades and flickers as whoever your soulmate is leaves. You frown when FP Jones appears.
“Come on.”
“What’re you doing here.”
“You hurt your head; you’re going to the hospital. The ghouls don’t want to be responsible for your death.”
“Not gonna die. Won’t let it-“ FP sighs as your chest glows again when he moves you closer to the door.
“Well that makes sense. Come on; hospital. I’m not giving it away you get to find out on your own.”
“My own soulmate wants to kill me now.” He shakes his head untying your arms.

“He wouldn’t have called me if he wanted you to die.”
“It’s why he called you.” You sulk as he guides you out of the House of the Dead.
“Come on Y/N; lets go get you checked out.” You sigh turning back to look at the procession of ghoulies standing around; none of them have the same glow as you; and you hate how relieved you are.

FP doesn’t send you on any more jobs around the Ghoulies and you spend half of the time you’d be on the jobs at Pop’s working on accounts and payments for the rest Serpents. FP assures you he’ll find out more about your soulmate for you but you don’t hold out hope; why would the Serpent King want one of his own with a Ghoul.
You look up when a group stumble into Pop’s; its pouring rain and you cringes as you realize they’re Ghoulies.
“Shit man you sure it’s okay to be here?” One of them questions and the other nods.
“Course; she’s here. We’re safe.”

“I’m a Serpent; not a Ghoulie.” You glare as they sit down grinning.
“Nah; you’re as much a ghoul as all of us.” They laugh as some private joke ordering food and you don’t bother arguing as they order something for you as well.
“Thank you.” You nod to the shake and burger they push towards you. You frown when one of them hands you a burner phone.
“No. I’m not doing anything for you and your-“
“It’s so your soulmate will stop whining at us. I’m pretty sure we’d all be grateful if you called. We have bets on how long it’ll take him to get his shit together and ask you out.”

“Come on you know he’ll;” You watch the ghouls slink away from you, one pushes the phone into your hand.
“Please; call him.” They nod and retreat through the doors and you watch as they nervously hover at there bikes. You can see Malachai’s car pulling up and you grimace as FP’s bike swerves in front of it.
“If you think you can come into our turf and pretend like you’re welcome-“ You shake your head packing everything up and starting to walk over to FP as you hear him shouting.

“Jones; calm down, they were just eating and-“ You frown as your chest glows looking to the group of Ghoulie’s who’d bought you lunch; none of them glow. You twist watching as Malachai leans against the car, his chest bright green.
“Hey.”
“Oh I’m so dead.” You shake your head and he laughs.
“Y/N it’s fine we can-“
“No Jones nothing about this involves you.”
“As leader of the Serpent’s-“
“As leader of the Ghoulies you really tryin’ tell me I can’t be near my own soulmate? You really wanna invite that war onto your doorstep?”
“You’re not going to drag her to the Ghoulies; if you think I’d let one of my Serpents into your death house-“
“You don’t get to make that decision; she does.” Malachai smirks and you swallow nervously.

“Come on Y/N; you can’t be seriously considering-“ You shrug.
“He’s my soulmate FP; you really want to ignore that.”
“The Serpents are your family; everything we’ve done for you?”
“Would it be worth it if I couldn’t be near him.”
“Y/N you know soulmates-“
“They always work.” Malachai nods and hums when you step closer.
“Give me a week; just that, a chance; if you decide we’re not meant to be I’ll treat you like the snake FP has you acting like. Nothing will change with how I treat you.”
“And if the week works out?”
“Then FP better get himself a new accountant.” He grins pulling you in by your waist; your chest’s glowing almost blindingly green before they settle to a dim light that doesn’t reach past your intwined arms.

The house of the dead is surprisingly quiet and clean; Malachai seems too excited to show you around pointing out all the trinkets and decorations he’s gathered over the years.
“Wait what do you mean you go thrifting as team bonding? You bring the ghoulies thrift shopping? Like to the store? Together? Why??” You watch as he places one of the skull candle holders back on the shelf.
“I like clutter; and I like dead things; thrift shops have both of those things!”
“So do cemeteries.” The grin on Malachai’s face is so genuine you can’t help but flush slightly pleased at how happy your joke made him.
“Do you want dinner?”
“Do you cook?” You watch as he walks you towards the kitchen.

“If you want me to.” He grins and you nod assuming he’ll either confess to lying or you’ll be eating some sort of microwaved meal.
“I have leftovers from yesterday; or I can cook something else up; there’s steaks and chicken also veggies if-“
“Leftovers?”
“yeah we had potluck yesterday and-“ You choke coughing as Malachai watches worriedly.
“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Coughing?”
“No being surprised when I say normal things; I’m not a big bad scary movie villain; I’m like you Y/N; well not exactly I mean nowhere near as hot as you but we get the idea yeah?”
“I’m hot?”
“Exactly my type actually; am I yours?”
“Leftovers are fine.” Malachai shakes his head.
“Answer the question before I cook you anything.” He grins and you scowl.
“I can heat food in a microwave.”You lunge for the fridge, grimacing as his arm sweeps in front of you and pulls you into his chest.
“Answer the question.” He hisses in your ear and you can’t help the shiver up your spine.

“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He hums resting his chin on top of your head.
“You’re my soulmate aren’t you?”
“You can’t answer with a question.” He grins and you sigh pushing yourself closer to meet your lips together.
“Still have to answer.”
“FP should start looking for a new accountant then.” You laugh with him as he nods towards the bedroom.

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Reggie Mantel has a nice jaw and hair, but not much else. She stirs her drink as Mantle stares at her, just the two of them, in a booth at Pop’s, and she can think of a hundred less pleasant things she could be doing rather than this. “So, you’re Suicide Squad’s twin?”

“If you mean Jughead Jones, then yes.”

He eyes her. “And you’re a Serpent.”

“Typically, that’s how it works.”

“So, is being in a gang like, uh,” She rolls her eyes.

“It’s not contagious. It’s a family thing.”

“Like scabies?”

“Speaking from experience?” Mantle shuts up long enough for her to turn her attention back to her milkshake. Chocolate. Don’t want to give Mantle any cherry-snatching ideas. She feels a little heartsick at the thought.

“So, are you, uh, dating anyone?”

“My ex would kill you.” She says and pauses. Part of her wants to test that theory. Date a Northsider, watch Malachai’s react—which was bound to be cataclysmic. “On second thought . . .”

Archie and Kevin slip into the booth beside them, Archie’s brows are drawn. “Jellybean.”

“What? Mantle’s a big boy, he can handle himself.” She smiles sweetly.

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Being Serpent Royalty was not easy, you walked around with a target on your back. It was practically tattooed on you like the serpent that adorned your ass. It was a dangerous world in Riverdale. Constant fights here, getting arrested there, you name it and it happened to you. On top of it all, you were not just royalty you were the old leader's daughter and the new leader's sister when that happened the target grew tenfold. High School was a whole new game. The past few months the fights have been dying down. The serpents and the Ghoulies trying to live in some sort of harmony. We left them alone and they left us alone. It was important that we at least tried to live in peace, but that didn’t mean some people ignored the peace altogether. Ghoulies were still fighting serpents and some serpents would still fight them, you had to be careful regardless.

You were sitting waiting to get your lunch when one of Malachai’s men came up behind you hitting your tray onto you as you slipped on the food that landed on the ground and fell

“Haha look the serpent was too slippery for her own good”

“Just makes me more of a snack than you'll ever be Malachai '' You went out to Toni and asked her if she had any clothes to borrow. She did, however, the worst part of being spilled on was that you had to wear her cheer uniform because it was all she had in her locker. Cheer was not remotely your vibe, but clean clothes were better than ketchup soaked ones.

You finished your day out pretty easily. No issues came up at all, and you got to go home early from your last period because the teacher didn’t show up and there was no sub. You got on your bike ready to ride off before Malachai came up tapping you on the shoulder

“Are you a motorcycle? Because I'd like to ride you all day, and then sell you for a newer model”

“Shhhh. You hear that... that’s the sound of me not caring” Did he really think you would care about a line like that. It was like a backhanded compliment, you didn't have time for his shit, but in reality, if you are honest with yourself it did hurt a little bit. He wanted to ride you and trade you in, was he trying to kill you little by little. Usually, the jokes go over your head, usually, they are teasing jokes sometimes maybe a little harsh but this was different. Maybe you just needed a drink to ease your mind. You called Toni up hoping she would be down to meet you later in the night, and luckily she was.

Ever since the peace agreement both ghoulies and serpents have been going to the wyrm. The ghoulies never had their own bar, they just had their hideout, so in a peaceful fashion the serpents invited the ghoulies onto our territory, into our home and a majority of them were respectful.

You were sitting at the bar talking to Toni. You had spent the majority of your night at the wyrm dancing, playing pool and beating Sweet Pea at his own game, plus having a drink here and there. But having drinks always kept you in your head when something wouldn’t leave your mind.

It was like a game with you and Malachai. One person would say something the other would respond. Sometimes it was harsh other times it was fun, it depended on the day. It was always up in the air with him. That was the fun of it though, until it wasn’t. You started liking him, that was a fact you couldn't ignore, but was it okay for serpent royalty to like ghoulie royalty. In your head it didn’t matter, you liked him regardless, but in the end, it was hard because how would you know if he liked you. Part of you hoped that you would see Malachai there that night like you did many nights prior but maybe it just wasn’t in the cards. At least that's what you thought until you felt the familiar tickle of facial hair on the side of your neck.

“Can I buy you a drink”

“Great offer, honestly but I'd rather just have the money”.

You walked out after that, how could you stand there and let him buy you a drink when his feelings may not even be real, and it all just maybe a game. You couldn’t drive home because Toni was the one who brought you, and beyond that even if you did have your bike you were tipsy enough that you couldn’t. The walk home was eerily quiet. The sounds of the stones hitting your shoes every time you took a step, and your mind racing with the thoughts of whether you liked him or not. Games are fun until they hit you harder than you ever thought they would. Before you could even think you felt a hard hit to the back of your head as you crashed down onto the stone walkway. Gravel entering into your hands as you fell. You started getting up slowly as you felt another blow to the back of your knees.

“What the fuck…”

“Ready to have some fun Serpent Queen”

“One I’m not the queen and two you really fucked up Joel '' You turned on your back as he stood over you, your foot rising and swiping his feet from under him. You crawled away getting up as he stood as well. It luckily gave you enough time to catch yourself. Another punch to the side of his cheek, you wiped your hands off, the gravel starting to sting. You flicked out your blade from your pocket slicing across his cheek enough for him to let out a yelp. You didn’t want tonight. You were born a fighter, but you never meant to hurt anyone unless you had to. Joel was a Ghoulie since birth, not royalty but a loyal member to Malachai and the gang. He was young, naive, and didn't necessarily understand the peace agreement and what it entailed. He was angry when it first came out. Trying to fight every serpent in his path. You heard a gun click. Your headshot up. You looked into Joel's eyes as the barrel was pointed towards you. There was no way you were winning a gunfight. You closed your eyes waiting for the shot to ring in the air. And you did but it wasn’t at your chest anymore. You heard a thud, the pain of someone being knocked to the ground before the bullet could even touch you. You opened your eyes again to see Malachai standing ahead of you. You ran as fast as you could to a spot at the cliffs where you would spend your free time when you were younger.

Your face was covered in your own blood, hands covered in gravel. The pain was radiating through you but you didn’t care. He saved your life and you ran off without even thanking him. You felt a hand touch your shoulder

“Hey…”

“You saved my life” the tears flowed out of your eyes as he grabbed onto you, your back radiating pain from the first fall you had”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t let go”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there”

“But I don’t get why you're here… we aren't even friends”

“Don’t say that Y/N you know damn well we are more than that, or at least should be more than that”

“But…”

“I like you, and yeah I’ve been an idiot, the flirty remarks a shit and I'm sorry, but I didn't wanna have the chance of being rejected and, and you never said you liked me, but when I saw you there. When Joel was holding that gun and he had it pointed at you. I think all the fear that I could ever feel entered my body. I like you Y/N and I needed to tell you” You pulled away from him, his hand coming up and wiping your tears.

“Wanna buy me that drink now..”

“I’d love to buy you that drink”

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You didn’t always live in the trailer park - in fact, you grew up on the nicer side of Riverdale, where all the big homes were, the nice parks, the picture perfect families with their dark secrets. You could count them on your fingers, the Blossoms, the Smiths, the Coopers. If there was one family that put out the sunniest disposition though, and lied through their teeth, it was your own. Because of the money, the affluence and all - you grew up as a pretty happy child, though very deeply sheltered from the world. This lead to a lot of discovery later in your teens but you’ll get into that later on.

You had your friends handpicked by your parents since you were a toddler, but of course, you hadn’t known that at the time. All of the kids that you were exposed to were the children of your parents friends, and you stuck with them throughout elementary school and hardly branched out to the other kids. The person that you were closest with was the beautiful Hermione Gomez, who was already being groomed to be a trophy wife by the first grade. You two clicked instantly, and became the best of friends within a single play date. Her family became an extension of yours, your family became her second. She spent nights at your house - even on school nights when your parents weren’t too happy about the giggling that went on until midnight.

The years flew by until the two of you were fourteen and the picture had been taken at your birthday party. The theme had been Greek Mythology, and you were both wearing flowing white dresses with flowers in your hair. Except for one or two of your male classmates, the party was predominantly females, standing around your backyard eating the treats the chef had made, and enjoying the entertainment your parents had paid for. You had invited them over to a big slumber party, in which your parents graciously allowed you to use their bedroom, for their bed was a King size and could fit everyone comfortably. So you snuggled in beside Hermione, the two of you face to face in the middle, your backs to everyone else. Before you fell asleep, you felt a hand go onto your hip. Your eyes opened sleepily and you saw Hermione staring at you, holding you. You gave her your first kiss that night. You got your first rush of naughtiness at it being in bed beside a bunch of unsuspecting girls - and that your first kiss was with a girl rather than some nice boy like your parents would have wanted.

You and Hermione grew closer through that encounter. Hermione now held your hand as you walked through the halls of the school, and spent lunch hour together, sitting under the bleachers and fed each other pieces of fruit like you were royalty in an old painting. It was the best couple months of your life - but of course, everything would soon fall apart.

An awakening was in store for you, and a very rude one at that. Hermione and yourself had gotten a lot of attention because of how close the two of you were getting, and rumors had started to circle that even your parents had heard about. You had been sat down in the fancy parlor of your home, and told sternly by your mother and father that you were not to spend time with Hermione outside of school anymore. Your heart had broken, and that’s when you realized that your parents didn’t always have your best interests at heart - they only cared about their reputation, and raising someone who is a potential lesbian didn’t fit in with their agenda. Plus, on top of that, they wanted you to marry rich, they’d made that perfectly clear. It was then that you had started to rebel. It was then that your life started to change.

“Okay, now what the hell are you doing?” FP Jones asked when he caught you walking around the South Side late one night. The fact that your parents had called Hermione’s and forbid her from sneaking out to be with you after school hours had hurt you so much, you went for a walk without realizing the destination. Your instincts had guided you on where to turn, not your rationality. Why you ended up here though - you weren’t sure.

You shrugged and kept walking, and didn’t care that the teenage boy in the Serpents jacket was following you. There was enough room on the sidewalk for the both of you. “You don’t have to follow me, I’m not going to cause any shit for you.” F.P. eyed you after you said that though he kept silent. But he did keep following you until you saw a shitty looking bar up ahead - it seemed the type that wouldn’t care if there was a minor in it.

After that first initial walk with F.P. and a coke at a place called The Whyte Worm, your whole demeanor changed. You still looked longingly at Hermione during class, but she hardly looked back at you. You noticed that she started spending a lot of time with a boy named Andrews, to your dismay, and so you left her alone and tried to get on with your life. You created new friends too, with the boys on the South Side - and a couple of the girls, but you wouldn’t exactly call it a normal friendship. When your parents found out, they attempted to send you off to boarding school, but your new rebellious ways and proud homosexuality put a quick end to that. You became the disgrace of the family, and as soon as you graduated from Riverdale High, you moved into the Trailer Park and set up your life as a Serpent. You wanted to be nothing like your parents, and that was what you had accomplished.

And one day, she left her fancy penthouse, and came to the trailer park in her four inch heels and designer coat during a blustery Winter day. The look on your face when the door swung open shocked her more than a little bit. For when she thought of you, she still imagine the carefree, lovely and light you that you had been as a teenager rather than this Serpent.

“The Hermione Lodge, coming to my trailer? Despite the fact that your husband is trying to destroy our lives, you show up here?” The snort that came out of you accurately showed your feelings, though you did not let any surprise go across your features. The wind started to blow into your trailer, and brought about a cold feeling to your exposed skin. You could close the door in her face, but instead, your former adoration won out and you beckoned her to come in. You closed the door behind her, then stood in front of the photograph of the two of you that you had been looking at earlier. You had your back to it, and subtly bumped against the table it was set upon, knocking it over.

“Your trailer is ... nice,” Hermione complimented. It was obvious that she was expecting something trashy, considering where you lived, which made you roll your eyes.

“Both a TV and a toilet, aren’t I a lucky gal?” You asked, and sat down on the couch, not letting it show that you were in anyway uncomfortable. “In the neighborhood, decided to stop by, I’m guessing?”

“He’s in prison, in case you were wondering,” Hermione said, sitting opposite you on an armchair, one leg on top of the other to show off her long tanned calves.

You pointed towards the TV that you had mentioned only a few seconds ago. “It works, like I said. Or did you think that this place is so rundown that cable doesn’t run through here?” You couldn’t help but be hostile - it was the Serpent way to act out towards outsiders. Hermione counted for one, and she knew it too - she kept staring at her heeled shoes that had gotten a bit of dirt of them from outside. The fact that it was Hermione though - it made you let out a deep breath and rub your temples with your green-painted fingernails. “Expecting you would have been better than a surprise, ‘Mione. What are you doing here, of all places? This isn’t ... you.”

“All of this stuff that’s been happening ... has been hard.” Sure, you could understand Hermione’s point of view on that, but it didn’t seem like an answer. It was hard not to ask her to keep going, but you stayed silent and let her go on in her own time. “So I’ve been working hard, not leaving the penthouse much... I was feeling cooped up.”

“You came here for what ... a distraction?” Hermione seemed not to have thought this all the way through, but she nodded and eased herself back into the chair, making herself comfortable on the IKEA chair, as she no doubt had done in the past on chairs worth ten times as much. Both of you stared at one another, and you slowly started to caress the back of her hand. Usually you weren’t so gentle with women who came through that door. But Hermione wasn’t like any other woman.

“It seems I might have been thinking about the past a lot lately. It has been happening a lot, actually. No matter what goes on in my day, I fall asleep and I think of you, y/n.” On his note, Hermione turned her hand around to hold onto yours. You allowed her to do so, but didn’t squeeze back. Both of you let the silence fill the room again.

“Hermione, I am not the same naive teenager who didn’t know herself.” You said, pulling your hand back slowly from hers. “Just like you’re not the same either, clearly.” It was obvious that Hermione had changed, and she cared now about appearances more than ever. There used to be a time when the both of you would have no problem going out into the world with natural, clean faces and clothes that weren’t the most in style but you liked anyway. So maybe you still had a lot in common, even with these changes.

The look in her eyes changed, and her head tilted to the side, so she wasn’t exactly looking at you anymore. You looked in the direction that she had been staring at, and it was right into your bedroom, where some of your ... tools were on display, so to speak. You didn’t blush, or hesitate, just motioned towards the open door. “As you can see, my preference hasn’t changed but my way of doing things has. So have a look, if you like.”

But you hadn’t been anticipating that Hermione would actually take you up on that invitation. Thirty seconds later, she was off of the chair and pushing open the door to your bedroom, or what you would call your playroom. “But - how?” Hermione wondered, seeing just how much you really had changed from the gentle girl she knew. “Oh - what are these?”

You saw that she was reaching for something on your wall - a paddle, that was heart shaped. It was one of your favorites because it had a few holes drilled into the leather to ensure that there wouldn’t be wind resistance. You grabbed a riding crop out of the umbrella stand that only held such instruments, and gave Hermione a quick whack across her knuckles, showing her who is in charge here. As soon as she felt the sting, she flinched and her hand returned to her side. “You don’t get to touch, they’re my tools.”

Suddenly, defiantly, Hermione took hold of the other end of the crop. “Hey,” She said softly, while you raised an eyebrow at brashness. “You use these on women? Y/n...” Your name came out of her lips with condescension.

“Your husband never used one of these on you?” You countered. “You know, women come to me all of the time for a distraction from their problems, to get treated well by someone for once, to relieve some stress. It isn’t about the pain - and you know nothing about it, so you have no right to judge. Unless of course - you want to learn?” You asked, not being able to stop yourself from asking her. “I doubt that’s why you came here exactly, but - I don’t know what else I’m supposed to offer. Go out for a coffee? That’s not us, a serpent and ... and a Lodge.”

“I admit that I am a bit curious... I never stopped thinking about you.” Hermione admitted. You showed no emotion - that was the key to making this dynamic work. Staying in character. “Though I never thought that you would...”

“Become a Serpent? You can blame my parents for that. If they hadn’t tried to be so controlling, I wouldn’t have rebelled this hard. But it’s nice here. I’m treated with respect here, I’m valued. They don’t order me around, not even on .. jobs.” You couldn’t go further into the details, it was private Serpent Business. “You’re the one who moved on quickly though. Not even a week after we were forced to stop our relationship, you had moved on to Fred Andrews.”

“I know,” Hermione said, and was going to stop more but you stopped her by tugging the crop out of her hand.

“This isn’t a place for explanations or apologies. I’m not expecting one, I forgave you and got over it a long time ago.” You said, in a more gentle tone. “I don’t think you’re as surprised about all of this as you’re pretending. I know I have a bit of a reputation. No playing around, please.”

Hermione composed herself in front of you, straightening her back, looking you straight in the eyes in the dark room. “I ... consent. I always have.”

That was a good enough start, as you would say. Consent and trust were the two most important parts of this arrangement.

“Always?” You questioned. Hermione nodded, and slowly, she sunk down to her knees on the soft rug that took over the majority of your room, covering the uncomfortable hardwood floors - although you could always kick them to the side if you wanted to be harsh.

“It has been on my mind forever.” She admitted. You raised an eyebrow, and put the riding crop back into it’s former position without looking. You caressed Hermione’s face, resting your thumb on the middle of her chin. It was a bit difficult for you to bend over, back entirely straight, and kiss her lips, but you managed. Your mind raced with the memories of the first time that you had done that, back in your teenage bedroom. So her taste has changed - that Hiram Lodge had bittered her up. Especially with the way that she gave you such easy submission - that had been instilled in her and not in a loving way.

It didn’t take long for her to be on the bed, her back arched as you gave her permission to feel the pleasure rather than the pain and stress that she had been holding onto for so long. Hermione melted under your touch, having yearned for it for decades now. Hiram was the last thing on her mind, nor was Fred Andrews whom she had recently met with recently - only you. “Can you free me?” Hermione asked, biting on her bottom lip as you rubbed the cooling candle wax on her chest, keeping it from drying completely with your body warmth. She was revelling in the warm sensation, but even more because it was you.

“It won’t be easy to get you out, but yes.” You murmured to her, restricting her movement by tying her wrists with silk rope to the bedpost, which was already bolted to the wall to avoid banging. Honestly, you weren’t sure if it was possible but damn, you were going to try. Until the day that you died, you would consider Hermione to be yours, just like this, just as it should have been from the beginning.

Tuesdays became the night when Hermione would venture from The Pembroke to your house in an unmarked car, telling Veronica nothing of her whereabouts. You were her little secret, and you allowed her to keep it that way. You knew that making it public would put a target on your back by Mr. Lodge, which you could not risk just yet. It had become your favorite day of the week, because it wasn’t just about the amazing sex that the two of you had, locked away in your bedroom. This relationship wasn’t built just on that, but on Hermione needing someone else to control her for a little while, advise her on what to do.

Because of Hermione sneaking away, you did have to worry about Veronica Lodge catching on. You didn’ have to worry for long - there was enough going on in Riverdale to keep the teenage girl occupied.

Well into the evening, while you and Hermione were eating the dinner that she prepared for you in your small trailer kitchen, she dropped the unfortunate news. Hiram Lodge was getting out of prison, and expected his family to be there for him, and to support him. “He really has some nerve,” You said, downing the glass of wine in one motion. “His family? Poor Hiram, he probably doesn’t even know that his wife is with someone better.”

“It wouldn’t be good to tell that to him...” Hermione said, nervously. The thought of Veronica and how this would affect her was obviously heavy on her mind. You couldn’t blame her for that. “Sleeping with you, he might forgive but knowing how I feel...”

Hermione wasn’t one to open up about her affections, so that was a bit deal to you. She nervously sipped at her wine, her hand slightly trembling, the red liquid missing her mouth and splashing up against her lips. “Hermione, how do you feel?” You asked her, setting down your knife and fork.

“You tell me.” Hermione challenged you, knowing full well that you knew the answer. Her face was pale, but started to flush. After that challenge, you stared her down, seeing just how nervous she was, and tried to pick up on her small actions to gather what she wanted to hear.

“The truth? Hermione, I think that re-connecting this last while had been really good for you.” She closed her eyes to listen to your words. “Hiram hasn’t been around to be ... well, an asshole. Veronica has been doing her own thing so you’ve had some time to yourself, and you chose to spend that with me. You’ve been smiling, I’ve noticed and other people around the town of noticed, I’ve heard things. You look so forward to coming over that you usually arrive early and wait in your car until the moment that I told you to be here, which is adorable by the way.” When she heard that, Hermione dropped her head and let her dark hair fall across her face, very much like a teenage girl. “It has been, I’m hoping, the sort of reunion that you had hoped would happen - but better. Now you’re nervous that it’s going to come to an end, that we’re going to drift away like we had before.”

You leaned in close, giving Hermione a good view of the cleavage that your wonderful bra was showcasing. “It won’t, by the way. You are too good to give up again, Hermione. The whole husband thing changes nothing. That you love me, and yes, I know you do - I feel the same way - is stronger than a marriage certificate any day.”

That meant a lot for you to say, and Hermione knew it, for she tossed her hair out of her face, and smiled. You noticed she looked like the fresh faced teenager that you knew and adored back in the day. “You should know.” She said, trying to maintain her composure, though it did usually seem to break down around you. You brought out the real person that was inside, not the Stepford wife. But you didn’t mind either side to her personality - they were both her. “Y/n... don’t let me fall back into his traps, no matter what he says.”

“He’s going to have to come here and tear you out of your bondages, which I would never allow.” A determination jumped into your voice at the very thought. Your friends, the fellow Serpents, wouldn’t allow that to happen either. You wouldn’t let his stupid expensive shoes touch the trailer park. “You’re mine. You’ve given me your trust, your respect and your heart - I’m not afraid to use my whip non-consensual on him if I had to.” You said, giving Hermione a smirk. “Now finish your dinner, my love, you need to keep your strength up for the night ahead.”