HM: FP takes Reader’s virginity

(A/N) Another request by a lovely Anon. I hope you like it!

Pairing: FP x virgin!Reader

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity

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bcoop: prom prep! 

y/n: stoping taking pictures, hurry up and get ready! 

bcoop: @y/n sorry mom 🙄

alicecooper: @bcoop yes?

bcoop: not you, mom @alicecooper 

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vlodge: i’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress 

y/n: i think i can see cheryl right in the corner

queenb_cheryl: @y/n i think i’m waving at you! 

y/n: @queenb_cheryl aw, cute! 

reggiemantle: has anybody actually read the caption…or am i the only one concerned?

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vlodge: @queenb_cheryl looking at her prom queen @y/n

queenb_cheryl: 😳😳

y/n: i really am the luckiest girl in the world 

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y/n: do i want classic, or vintage, or plaid?

queenbee_cheryl: where’s the mirror?

kevink: i think this tux is too baggy, too tight

bcoop: fit

valeriebrown: it makes me look weird!

vlodge: @bcoop you ruined it! 

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y/n: i am looking…respectfully 

bcoop: me too

vlodge: me too

tonitopazz: me too

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kevink: a night we can’t remember

reggiemantle: lets gooooooo

bcoop: i hate you so much @kevink 

kevink: @bcoop you loveeeee me

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y/n: the morning after the night before 

bcoop: how does she look so pretty after drinking that much? 

y/n: @bcoop i really don’t know (i think she’s still drunk) 

josie: tell her i hate her for looking like this, this early

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Sweet Pea//i know i’m not your only (part 2)

hey! here’s part 1 if you haven’t already read it! it’s angsty so have fun! 

It took two years, three months and 27 days for your relationship with Sweet Pea to finally end, for you to finally come to your senses and figure out that you deserve more…a lot more. 

So the night of the biggest storm Riverdale had seen in two decades, you packed your bags and left to stay with Toni and tried your best not to look back. 

There was no need for you to, one, he wasn’t even there, he was out with her. And two, he knew what he’d done, he knew what he’d been doing to you ever since he started. It was the reason he always hesitated before saying ‘i love you’ and why he could never quite look you in the eye. 

The first few days spent at Toni’s were filled with a lot of tears, a mountain of blankets and so much ice cream you were sure she had robbed a Ben & Jerry’s factory. And as you sat and watched the countless of films she had picked out in order to distract you form the misery that was your own life, you couldn’t help but think what you had done was cowardly. 

Because any sane person would have confronted their cheating partner. They would have screamed, shouted, thrown things or at the very least they would have left a note. But you didn’t…you couldn’t. 

If you stayed another night, if you waited for him try and fail to sneak in again at midnight, if you had to spend another night stuck with your own thoughts, you knew as soon as you saw him, you’d convince yourself to stay…again and again and again until you’d wasted your entire life on a man that you meant absolutely nothing to. 

You might have been a choice, but you weren’t his first, you’re not sure if you ever had been. 

You also knew you couldn’t even begin to describe how he made you feel. Whether they were spoken out loud or scribbled down on a scrap bit of paper, you wouldn’t even know where to start. 

However Toni quickly shut down that oncoming spiral of tears and self hatred by telling you that the only coward here was him. He was the one that threw away a relationship most people only dream of with a girl so far out of his league that Toni and Fangs were surprised you agreed to go on a date with him let alone anything else. He was an idiot and a coward for throwing away a future, a whole life with a woman who loved him more than he ever thought somebody could be loved. 

And he did it all for nothing. 

So when he turned up at Toni’s house at 3am, crying and rambling about how much he missed you, she said nothing to him. She just closed the door and called Fangs to come pick him up, and she told you that it was just one of her neighbours trying to win his girlfriend back. He’d already hurt you enough, she wasn’t going to let him do it again. 

Not when she was the one that introduced the two of you in the first place. It was only in passing, you knocking on her front door all dressed up and ready to go out for the night, while he was leaving, dressed in pyjama’s that hadn’t been washed in god knows how long. 

Toni saw it happen. She saw the moment the two of you locked eyes. She saw you giggle and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, the tell tale sign that you had a crush. She saw him shove his hands in his pockets and chuckle at the floor while you rambled a string of apologies for knocking on his chest. 

But as she listened to him cry outside while Fangs tried to pull him away, and watched you curled up of her sofa with puffy eyes, messy hair and red nose, all of that felt like a lifetime ago. 

At first Sweet Pea was upset and after the tenth missed call, you blocked him completely. You didn’t want him to somehow worm his way back into your life and drag you down with him. 

Then he’s angry. He’s angry at you for leaving without talking first. At Toni for keeping you two apart and bringing the two of you together. He’s angry with Fangs for the obvious lies he told you in order to protect him, and he’s angry at her. But ultimately, he’s angry at himself. 

There’s nobody else to blame. He cheated, he lied, he kept you in a one sided relationship and strung you along for months. 

Finally he settled on just being depressed. After you left, he broke it off with her in an attempt to get you back, but with Toni as your guard he had no chance. So instead he spent his nights dreaming of a future he destroyed, and his days sat in front of the TV in a desperate attempt at escaping his misery. He sometimes tried to think of the past, but it hurt too much. 

Sometimes it was a welcome hurt, it reminded him that he could still feel. He would hold his T-Shirt, the one that still smelt like you, close to his chest and remember you. He would remember every little piece of you that he took for granted. He would just sit in the hurt and let it wash over him, and he’d let it because he deserved it. 

He’d wonder what you were doing. Were you happy? Sad? Did you still think of him? Sometimes he’d ask Fangs, but he never got a real answer in return. Toni and Fangs had made a pact, he didn’t tell you anything, so they don’t tell him. 

While he spends everyday realising just how much he’d fucked up, you spend them coming to terms with what had happened. You realised just how happy you were when you weren’t wondering if today would be the day he chose her over you. 

Slowly, both you and Toni saw flashes of the person you were before Sweet Pea, before he broke your heart. And after a year of saying never again, you found yourself getting ready for a night out. 

You opened the door, ready for a new start and instantly locked eyes with a pair of brown ones. These weren’t familiar though, they sparkled and crinkled as the man they belonged to smiled and dropped his curled fist, his need to knock now mute. 

Toni watched as you giggled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, while her cousin, Oscar, shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor embarrassed. 

She watched the two of you fall in love, and this time she knew it was real. 

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Sweet Pea//i know i’m not your only

Request: Hii I so I saw u do song imagines! May I request a Sweet Pea x Reader with the song “Just a little bit of your heart” by Ariana Grande. Where reader knows that sweet pea is cheating on her with someone else but she still wants to stay with him, I don’t really know how do describe it but I hope you like it!! :)

hey! trigger warning: cheating. i hope you like this!!! it’s very angsty so be warned! (part 2!)

You watch the clock tick, it’s the same routine you’ve had every night for the past two months. You come home, text Sweet Pea, he tells you one of three excuses he has on rotation, i have to stay late at work, Fangs needs me or there’s serpent business and you make dinner for yourself and stare at the clock until he comes back home, trying and failing to sneak in and smelling like perfume that doesn’t belong to you.

And as you watch the minutes count down, you feel your heart crack and break a little bit each time. There’s an ache in your heart, that weighs heavy on your chest, but now you’re used to carrying it around. You’re used to it feeling worse when you’re around your friends, seeing how happy they are together and wishing you and him were like that again. And you hate how it actually gets a little lighter when he does eventually come home to you, because at least he is coming home to you. He could stay with her, whoever she is. He could hold her in his arms each night, whisper in her ear ‘i love you’ and then fall into a deep sleep, but he doesn’t, he does that with you, and you let him. 

You let him wrap his arms around you and pull him tight to you, you let him bury his head into your neck, and smile sleepily, and when he quietly mumbles her name in the dead of night, you pretend you don’t hear it, you continue staring at the ceiling and wishing for change. 

You don’t ask where he is, you don’t need to. You’ve seen the texts, you’ve heard the lies and you’ve seen the receipts of the restaurants and presents you never receive. He even has Fangs lying for him, who always stutters an excuse that is so painfully clear a lie, even he can tell. 

But no matter how many lies he tells or how late it is when he comes home. You’ll still be waiting for him, and you’ll still always plaster a smile on your face and pretend like he isn’t breaking your heart every time he smiles at his phone or avoids your calls. 

You’re still always going to be a fool for him, and the worst part is you don’t even hate him for it, you hate yourself instead. You hate yourself for still wanting him despite the pain he causes, despite the burning his fingers cause whenever they run over your skin or the fact that when he says your name you know he’s thinking of her. 

All you want is a little bit of his heart, that’s just for you. That just loves you, that just wants you. That’s all your asking for, well silently asking for. 

Because no matter how many times you feel the words creeping up your throat, crawling and clinging and choking you, they always die before they even reach your lips, because you look at him and you realize you couldn’t even begin to find the words you would need, to explain how he makes you feel. 

How do you tell someone you still love them, you would still move heaven and earth to make them happy, despite what they do to you everyday. 

You may not be his only one, but at least you are one. You are a choice, even if you might be the last one. 

The front door creaks open and you quickly sit up, wiping the tears away and forcing a smile on your face in order to greet him. 

“Hi babe, how was your day?” You smile, your voice shaking a little but he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he freezes, and you can see he’s trying to remember what excuse he told you. “Was work okay?” You ask and he nods slowly. 

“Yeah, yeah. It was okay.” He replies, slowly taking his jacket off and hanging it by the door. You walk towards him and he flinches a little and you try and keep the hurt from your face. 

“I’ve missed you.” You smile and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. He moves away a little and you quickly retreat. The smell of perfume envelops you and drips into your lungs, making each breath hurt. “I love you.” You add quietly. 

“I love you too.” He mumbles and busies himself with collecting the mail you’d placed on the side table. 

I heard a little love is better than none

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5 Types of Kisses // Sweet Pea

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 1241

Author’s Note: Hello there! I read some kissing writing prompt and shit here we are again. Hope you like it! Anyways like always this is not my first language so i’m really sorry for all the typing errors.

Sweet Pea wasn’t really good at show his own feelings, a little bit because he didn’t think he could and a little bit because no one in his life ever had taught him.

Not that there was a textbook to learn but in 18 years the greatest demonstration of affection received was a pat on the back in solidarity.

But with y/n everything was totally and completely different. She was her opposite.

Sweet and always at his side.

Hands that constantly touched each other, always woven her fingers with his.

And with her, he had learned that even a simple “yes” was actually affection.

And when he realized it, he realized that he was learning that he was able to show love, his stomach was twisted.

From that moment he was constantly living his life with a feeling of nausea.

And when y/n begged him to have dinner at Pop’s that night, he agreed and she jumped on the spot from happiness, she had taken his face in her hands leaving a trail of small kisses all over his face.

His stomach got so twisted that he thought he could vomit at any moment.

The evenings at the Wyrm were his favorite, it was his place, his home and sharing that place with Y/N was more than a classic “I love you”.

And she knew it, she knew that Sweets didn’t like to talk too much, words flew away.

Sweet pea was more physical, rational, present.

He liked to demonstrate with small gestures, actions.

When y/n had crossed the threshold of the White Wyrm with his jacket on her shoulders that meant more than a stupid “I love you”.

Despite the feeling of home, Sweets had been careful all night.

The serpents were not bad people, they were human beings. Human beings who had to do dirty jobs to live and then end up getting drunk at night in the only place that didn’t make them feel like monsters.

Y/n in turn had experienced that evening as the first of a long series, she looked every single corner of that place, the graffiti, the glasses stacked behind the bar counter, the symbols and she liked it, but most of all, she liked the light that was lit in Sweet Pea’s eyes, realizing how good that place was for him, how safe it made him feel, and that was enough for her to sign an invisible contract to lock her in that place until Sweets had enough.

So when he approached her to give her a fleeting kiss, while other serpents set the pool table, Sweet flickered when he felt her hands clinging to his flannel, while in the kissing her tongue was searching for his.

He felt his face go up in flames as their bodies pressed together against the wall. 

Being part of a gang wasn’t easy, being part of the same gang with your girlfriend even less. And the more he realized he was in love, the harder it got.

It became difficult not to be distracted during meetings or knowing that they both had to work on the same night making two different deliveries.

But it became impossible when they both had to do the same job together.

So when FP made the arrangements for the ambush in the abandoned building in Greendale and Sweet Pea realized that Y/N was in front of him with the baseball bat, he tightened his jaw.

He wasn’t a boy who ever felt fear, but when y/n was involved in these jobs there was something snapping into him, a shiver running through his spine and not making him think straight.

He counted her breaths and looked at her hands clutching the bat, her knuckles turning white as the minutes passed waiting for the signal.

Sweets felt the urge to touch her and if that was their last night in the world, he had to.

He touched the sleeve of her jacket with his fingers. She looked at him confused.

“Kiss me”

He asked her in a whisper and y/n looked at him intensely, smiled softly before leaning and press her lips against his.

The first real gift Sweet pea received was the dog tags, a gift from her grandmother for his seventh birthday with a precise word engraved with a defined meaning.

Fearless.

And by accepting that gift he had promised his grandmother one way or another to respect that family code, to live life by one rule. A written and engraved rule he always carried with him.

The second real gift Sweet pea received was his beloved leather jacket, that jacket he jealously guarded, a jacket that had protected him from the rain and the cold, a jacket that gave him the confidence of having someone looking over his shoulder, to have a family, friends and that family itself in case things didn’t go well they would allow him to be buried and honored as a human being.

For Sweet Pea receiving a gift meant accepting and respecting a lifestyle, so when one day  y/n gave him a pocket knife he was breathless.

“Last night you told me that Fangs broke your knife opening a beer, so today when i’ve seen this one I thought about you”

He was speechless because he was not accustomed to receiving gifts like this.

His vulnerability led him to freeze, to fail to formulate a sentence, so he did the only thing he could do better when words didn’t come.

He took her hands and threw her at him, kissed her with all the strength he had in his body in a abrupt, wild way.

Enough to leave them breathless but with only a faint smile on their lips.

“I have to go”

He could only say that between one kiss and another, but it was really hard to come off when she kissed him like that.

She anchored herself to him and didn’t even remember how it happened or how it was possible that such a small and tiny body could hold him so long. Y/n had the palm of her right hand on his chest and with her left hand held the collar of his jacket, so as not to interrupt the kiss she was following him to the entrance of the trailer while he blindly walked back towards the door.

“I really have to go, it doesn’t take long I promise”

Y/n muttered and kissed his lips again, in a desperate kiss.

God he felt weak, weak because he just couldn’t get away.

It would take less than two seconds, and while his head was telling him something, his body was reacting in the opposite way.

He put his hands on her hips lifting her from the ground and slamming her on the wall, deepening the kiss leaving them both breathless.

Sweets swallowed loudly once they both broke the kiss, there was a hole in his stomach. 

“Now I really have to go” 

He whispered and y/n nodded giving him a last small kiss.

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Request: Yes / No hi love! could i get prompts 13,18 & 127 for sweet pea please? ❣️ Anon

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 770

Warnings: Talk of abuse and rape

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s):  “I have never lied to you. Not one time.”, “Why are you so fucking stubborn?”, “I will protect you, whether you like it or not.”

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toni topaz x reader

warnings: feelings for someone who you assume doesn’t reciprocate

word count: 700+

♬ : she by dodie

note: did this one a little differently. this song is so so special to me. I really love this story like with my whole heart. I hope it turned out how I pictured it in my mind.

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Red Handed

A/N: This is based off of a very wild dream I had last night. It went a little differently than this, some details have been changed. I’m still on break so expect real updates next month :>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Shameless smut, Gang activity, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex (pls be safe xoxo)

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You listened to the light clinking of metal as your fellow Serpent picked the lock to the auto parts store. Your eyes kept drifting over to his broad form, hunched over with small curses falling from his lips. His ass in particular looked perfect, even in the dimly lit alleyway.

The lock finally gave away and he straightened to his full height, towering over you as he turned to meet your eyes. A proud smirk was on his lips, his tongue teasingly running across them as he looked over your figure.

You wore your own take on a cat suit, a tight black leather jacket and a form fitting black mini skirt. It probably showed way too much skin to be conventional, but you wanted to look hot tonight.

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Taking Sides || S.P.

Warnings: Cursing

Plot: You started dating Sweet Pea and your north side friends aren’t happy, it all comes down to one choice; him or them?

“So I was thinking maybe we could all go to the lake this weekend, what do you say Y/N?” You looked up from your phone to Veronica, “I can’t this weekend, sorry Ronnie I already made plans.” She sighed, “Of course you did, you never have time for your friends anymore.” You shook your head, “That’s not true, we hang out all day at school.” Betty cleared her throat, “I think it’s nice she is in a relationship, even if it is with a serpent, at least she’s happy.” You scoffed, “What do you mean ‘even if it’s with a serpent’ you’re dating jughead and he’s their leader.” Betty raised her hands in defense, “That’s not what I mean, it’s just... you come from two different worlds, Jughead isn’t like them, he grew up on the north side, he’s trying to tone them down. You literally chose the worst of the bunch.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I expect this from people like Reggie or Archie but you guys? I thought you were my friends.” You shook your head in disbelief, “You really don’t support my choice to be with Sweet Pea?” A loud chuckle came from behind you, “Of course they don’t, none of us do. Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch, he’s just south side trash.” Reggie plopped himself down on a chair next to Veronica, “You can’t be on both teams Y/N. You’re either with us or against us.” Veronica smacked his arm, “You don’t have to be so blunt.” You clenched your jaw angrily, “Oh so you agree with him?” She averted her gaze and started picking at her nails, “Betty? Do you agree with him?” Betty sighed, “Yes, I do. I don’t think you should be in a relationship with him, he’s taking you away from us and you’re just going to end up hurt.” Reggie smirked, “Looks like it’s either him or us.”

You shook your head, “I can’t believe you guys right now, are you seriously making me choose?” Veronica nodded, “If that’s what it takes to get you away from him then yes.” You laughed but there was no humor behind it, “Then I choose him and I’ll always choose him, do you wanna know why? Because he would NEVER make me choose. He has never had a problem with me being a north sider! All he cares about it that I’m safe and I’m happy which is more than I can say for you guys. He has tried to get you guys to accept him, he joined the basketball team, he wore those stupid mandatory outfits, which lets not forget Jughead is the first one who protested them. He never cared who I was friends with or why. I would pick him again and again and again because he loves me and I love him and if you don’t accept that, then you can’t accept me. I can’t believe I ever called you guys my friends...” You picked up your bag and started walking out of the room before stopping for a moment and turning around, “Real friends would never have made me pick a side.”

Sweet Pea stood outside the door waiting for you, “Are you gonna be okay princess?” You nodded, “It will take some time but yeah I think I’ll be okay... it just hurts you know?” He pulled you into his arms, “I know baby, but you know, I would understand if you picked them. Some of what they said is true.” You looked up at him, “Pea, none of what they said is true, they don’t know what I know, they don’t see what I see. To them you are just some thug but, to me you are my prince charming, my knight in a leather jacket.” He smiled at you but let you continue. “If they really cared about me they would have taken the time to get to know you. They would have tried to see past the fueds and let me be happy but...they didn’t and that’s okay. They made their choice and I made mine, now let’s please get out of here.” He kissed you on the forehead, “Anything for you princess.”

A/N: This is based on while everyone still hates each other, so sorry the girls are so mean it just adds to the drama 0-0 Let me know what you guys think! I want to post more so I’m trying to do some shorter stuff to ease back into writing ♡

Six Months. Part Five. “Sweet Pea x Reader)

Part One Here. Part Two Here. Part Three Here. Part Four Here.

Summary: Y/N tries to complete her bucket list before she dies. The only problem, none of her friends know she is sick.

word Count: 1,550

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Warnings: Swearing, sickness.

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grief ~ archie andrews; riverdale

word count: 1142

request?: no

description: after the passing of his father, archie begins to attend grief counselling and meets someone else who is also going through a hard time with a devastating loss

pairing: archie andrews x female!reader

warnings: 4x01 spoilers, very very sad

i originally had a cheryl blossom imagine in the works to put up last night in celebration of riverdale coming back, but i didn’t like it all that much and didn’t get the chance to upload it last night. after watching the episode, i decided to write this instead

For weeks after his father’s death, Archie spent all his time in his room, in bed, alone. He refused to see anyone, not his friends, not his mom, not even Veronica, which eventually put strain on their relationship. He just laid in bed, crying day in and day out. He had trouble sleeping, and spent most nights wide awake, wishing his dad was here again.

After a month, Archie decided enough was enough. He got out of bed, got a shower, put on clean clothes, and went to the nearest grief counselling circle.

The thing that surprised Archie was that the group didn’t have an age demographic. He assumed it would be older people mourning the loss of a spouse, but it wasn’t just that. It was young people there to remember their parents, widows mourning their spouses, people of all ages there for friends who passed suddenly.

Archie sat in the circle, listening to the stories of the people who was there with him, people who felt the same was as he did. For the first time in a long time, he felt normal.

It came to the girl before Archie, a young teenager that looked maybe his age, if not a year younger. She was also new, according to her introduction.

“I’m (Y/N),” she said.

“Hi (Y/N),” the circle chorused.

She looked down at her lap, almost struggling to speak. “My…my parents died a week ago. It was a car crash, it was a rainy night and…and the other driver was drunk, or tired, or both. I can’t really remember, it’s all a blur.”

She bit her lip. The older woman next to her, who was still in tears after recounting the death of her husband, put a hand on (Y/N)’s, offering her a reassuring smile. Archie wished he could do the same, but he felt like it was the wrong time to do so.

“I was with them,” (Y/N) continued, now unable to contain her sobs. “I was in the backseat. Mom and dad were singing to some song on the radio and I was jokingly telling them to stop. I saw the headlights before they did, dad tried to swerve but that only made it worst. The driver t-boned us going so fast I was told we were lucky he didn’t straight up split the car in two.” She paused a moment to wipe her eyes. “The car flipped so many times, I was knocked out. When I came to, a paramedic was pulling me from the wreckage and asking me if I could hear her. She told me I lost a lot of blood and they were taking me to the hospital. On the ground next to the car…was two body bags.”

She leaned over and began to sob. Archie jumped to put a hand on her back, trying his best to help calm her down. The circle leader was also knelt in front of her, everyone else sat in their seats with tears running down their eyes.

“We may call for a break there,” the leader said. “Just to regroup ourselves, get some refreshments, calm down a little.”

The group nodded and stood to go to the refreshment table. (Y/N) stayed sat in her seat, still covering her face with her hands. Archie was still trying to help calm her down, although it seemed as though his efforts were moot.

After a moment, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She turned to Archie and he could see that her face was bright red and her eyes were puffy. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” Archie responded. “I get what you’re going through. My dad was killed a month ago, hit by a car while he was trying to help a woman change her tire. He saved her from being hit by the car.”

(Y/N) nodded. “He sounds like a hero.”

“He was,” Archie said. He still hadn’t gotten used to having to say “was” about his dad. It hurt every time he said it.

“Did they find the guy who did it?” she asked.

Archie nodded. “He…he didn’t stay in jail long. He made bail not too long after he turned himself in.”

“At least you have some closure there,” she said. “They never found who hit me and my parents. There was no witnesses, they don’t know if they’ll ever find him.”

“I’m so sorry,” Archie said. “I know how hard that is.”

(Y/N) nodded and sat back in her chair. The circle was starting to come back, and it was Archie’s turn to speak. Soon enough the session came to an end, the circle leader encouraging everyone to come back the next week.

(Y/N) stood first, pulling on her jacket and heading for the door. Archie was quick to catch up with her.

“Hey,” he said, startling her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say that it was nice to be able to talk to someone else who feels how I’m feeling. I mean, obviously my mom is grieving, too, but she and my dad separated so long ago, I wonder if she feels as bad as I do. Losing a spouse is one thing, but losing a parent…”

“I understand,” (Y/N) said. “It feels like no one in the world could possibly understand the pain you’re going through. It’s nice to talk to someone who’s kind of going through the same thing. I’m glad they found the guy who hit your dad.”

“I hope they find the guy that hit you guys,” Archie said. “And if you ever want to talk or anything, I could give you my number or something. We could become grief pals.”

(Y/N) giggled. “That sounds good. Maybe you could give it to me…over a milkshake at Pop’s?”

Archie was shocked at the request. The last place he expected to be asked on a date was after a grief counselling circle. His relationship with Veronica had ended mere weeks ago, and with his dad’s death still being such a fresh wound he knew he wasn’t in any place to get into another relationship any time soon. But he also knew he didn’t want to let (Y/N) go so soon.

“I have to warn you that I’m not in any position to date right now,” Archie told her.

Her face dropped suddenly. “Oh, of course! I’m so sorry, who the hell am I to ask you out on a date after a grief counselling circle?”

Archie laughed. “No, it’s okay. I’d love a milkshake, but for now I think we should remain friends, help each other through our mutual grieving, then see where things take us.”

(Y/N) smiled again. “Okay…yeah I’d like that.”

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jordan Connor x reader

Request: yes or no

Request - Hi 😊 could I please request a oneshot for Jordan Connor where Y/n plays Sweet Pea's love interest on Riverdale and they start to fall for each other and end up getting together? Thank you 🌸

Warnings: some swearing

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It's four in the morning, and we're stuck on set filming a few night scenes for an episode of Riverdale. I'm dressed as my Northsider character Annie Watkins, wearing a gray cardigan, white tank top, black leggings, and pink slippers. The scene we are about to film is the one in which Sweet Pea comes stumbling to Annie's doorstep, beaten, bruised, and bleeding. Annie cleans him up, and they become more than friends, long story short. This will be a major relief, or a "finally" moment for all the fans out there, but for me... Well. I'm a nervous wreck.

Here's why: Jordan is going to have to kiss me. And I've had feelings for him for at least eight months now, but I doubt he likes me back. I know that if I kiss him, my feelings will intensify, leaving me feeling even worse about the situation than before. I feel like any kissing scenes might end up making things awkward between us.

"Ready for your scene?" Vanessa asks me almost excitedly.

"... No... Not exactly," I admit.

"Oh, chill out, Y/N. Besides, this scene might give him the courage to just tell you he likes you." When I look at her, confused, she shrugs and looks at Jordan from across the set. "I mean, I think it's pretty obvious."

I scoff. "Yeah right. My eyes travel across the room, landing on him. Damn it, why does he have to look so good in that leather jacket?

The director calls, "Y/N and Jordan, you're on in five minutes."

Vanessa says to me in a hushed tone, "Why don't you make your move before the scene so that kiss can be real? All of us are dreaming of you and him getting together. Literally all of us. So why don't you--"

"No!" I respond just as quietly. "There's no way, Vanessa."

"Fine, do what you want," she says back with an overly dramatic sigh, a smirk tugging on her lips. I know she's up to something, and I'm honestly afraid of what it is.

My eyes follow my best friend as she walks off, and I'm surprised when Jordan's voice comes from right next to me.

"Hey--" He was going to continue, but my startled gasp caught him a little off guard.

"Jesus, Jordan!" I exclaim quietly with a slight laugh, not able to keep myself from admiring how attractive he looks in his Serpent jacket. And let me just say that the makeup artist did a great job at making the bruises and cuts on his face look realistic.

"Sorry, Y/N," he says, wearing that grin of his that never ceases to make the butterflies in my stomach intensify.

"It's fine," I reply cheerfully. "What were you gonna say?"

He hesitates. "I, uh... I was just going to say that it's kind of a relief Annie and Sweet Pea are finally getting together, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I'm excited to see how that turns out."

"Just a warning," Jordan begins, running a hand through his raven-black hair, "I might do a little improv."

"What's that mean?"

He shrugs his broad shoulders and tells me not to worry about it. It just has to do with his lines. "Thought you should know ahead of time so you aren't totally lost when it happens."

Playfully, I say, "I'm hurt by your lack of confidence in me, Jordan."

He grins. "Oh, I have a shit ton of confidence in you, Y/N. No doubt about it. You're gonna do great."

"Thanks," I tell him with a blushing smile that I have to forcefully push down. I can't afford to have him think what's true about my feelings toward him. It's a good thing that I'm an actress.

Then comes a moment of awkward silence that is thankfully cut short by the director saying, "Y/N and Jordan, time to shoot your scene!"

Jordan's heavenly eyes stare down at me and he raises his eyebrows. He seems to be actively trying not to allow the corners of his lips from tugging upward.

I send him a tight-lipped smile, and we turn to head over to where we're going to be filming the first part of this scene: Annie's front porch and living room.

Jordan steps through the front door, turns around and slightly grins at me again before I shut the door and lock it. I go to sit on the couch in front of the burning fireplace, and wait.

"Action!"

Annie is absentmindedly staring into the flames in her fireplace when she hears an urgent and heavy knocking on her front door.

She rushes off the sofa and looks out of the peephole of her door to see a beaten Sweet Pea leaning against the doorframe, out of breath.

"Jesus, Pea," she says, then urging him to come in.

Sweet Pea limps inside and plops down on the sofa while Annie locks the door.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Damn Ghoulies. They jumped me -- five of them. I could've taken two or three, but--"

"You need to be more careful."

"Annie, it's not my fault. These assholes came outta nowhere, and for no reason at all."

To this, Annie doesn't respond. She goes to get her first aid kit, and when she returns, she grabs a few antiseptic wipes and rips them from their packages.

"Thank God you're not too badly cut up," she comments as she cleans the blood off of his knuckles.

"Annie, I can do this myself." She ignores him. "Here, just let me--" Sweet Pea tries to take the wipe out of her hand, but she pulls away to give him a look.

"No. It's better to have another person do it for you. Stop being so stubborn and just let me do this for you."

It takes her a little less than a minute to get a new wipe for the minor cuts on his face. She starts with the one on his left cheekbone, then goes to the scrape on his opposite cheek. While she does this, Sweet Pea is staring intently at her face.

This is making me freak the hell out. I feel like my heart is nearly bursting out of my chest.

Sweet Pea asks Annie, "Why do you care so much?"

This is straying slightly from the script, but that doesn't worry me much.

"I don't know," Annie says, "I just do. I care about you a lot, Sweets. Is that a problem?"

He seems unsure of what to say.

Then I remember, the kiss isn't supposed to happen for at least another minute. Wait, what are the rest of our lines? Damn it, I'm so nervous right now that I forgot the script. All I can remember is that I'm supposed to clean his split lip. But when? Why not do it now, I guess?

Annie's hand moves to dab at the cut on his lip, and on her skin, she feels the slow breath falling from his mouth.

I suddenly remember one of my lines.

"So," Annie begins, "what are we gonna do about those--"

She is cut off by Sweet Pea pulling her face closer and capturing her lips with his.

God, why did he want to improvise? It would've been better for me if I knew exactly when the kiss was going to happen.

Sweet Pea gently pulls away while Annie can do nothing but sit there in shock. His chocolate-brown eyes stare at her face, trying to analyze her feelings. He asks her, "Annie, are you okay?"

Without saying a word in response, she leans forward and kisses him passionately. A quiet noise of surprise escapes his throat, but he shuts his eyes and kisses back.

This continues on for a little more than ten seconds, until the director says, "And... Cut!"

But the thing is, Jordan doesn't pull away for another short moment. When he does, he looks in my eyes and smiles softly. "You did great, Y/N. Glad the improv didn't mess you up."

I playfully roll my eyes. "Uh huh. Took me by surprise though."

Jordan shrugs his broad shoulders and tells me, "I thought it'd make the scene more believable."

We both stand, and I walk toward Vanessa, Lili, KJ, and Cole, who all happen to be standing a few feet from the set.

"He lingered," says Lili in a hushed voice. Her smile is widening by the second, and it seems as if she's about to burst. "You had to have noticed it, Y/N. He lingered."

"I told you, didn't I?" Vanessa insists.

I sigh, shaking my head. "I won't believe it unless he tells me."

KJ gives me a half smile. "You wouldn't believe it even if he said so himself. You'd look around to see if there were any cameras rolling, like you're on a prank show."

He's not completely wrong, but I don't admit that to him. I simply watch as Cole shakes his head and tells us he'd be right back. And he walks over to Jordan.

My heart races as I watch the two of them walk off to speak privately.

Jordan's pov

When Cole pulls me off the set, I'm utterly confused. What's this about, and why does it have to be private?

As soon as we're in another part of the set, he says, "You like Y/N." He doesn't say it as a question.

"I, uh... What?" I say back, mentally cringing for being unable to sound casual. After a few seconds of watching him stare at me with a raised eyebrow, I sigh and ask him, "Is it that obvious?"

Cole nods. "Why don't you just tell her, man?"

I sigh heavily. "I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of being turned down, you know?"

"So is she."

"But she doesn't..." My voice trails off as he gives me a look that says I should realize something. I blink a few times and comment, "Shit."

Y/N's pov

It takes a minute for them to come back, and my heart is still pounding. I'm afraid of what Cole told Jordan; I don't want Jordan to say, "Listen, you're great and all, but..."

My stomach drops when Jordan approaches and asks me, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah, sure." I'm sort of surprised by the calmness of my voice, but then again, I'm an actress. Acting is what I do.

I don't budge, and he asks me to come with him.

When we're alone, I stop acting calm and say to him, "Listen, I don't know what Cole told you--"

"I, uh... I like you too." This catches me completely off guard, and I simply stand there with a look of pure shock plastered on my face.

My perception of time must be messed up; I must've been staring at him like that for so long, it concerns him.

"... Are you okay?"

I snap out of my daze. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm f-fine."

The corner of his lips stretch out into a small grin. His warm brown eyes stare into mine as his smile fades somewhat. He asks me, "Do you wanna, maybe... go to dinner sometime?"

"As long as I get to pick the restaurant." When Jordan laughs lightly, I tell him, "I'm just kidding. There are no conditions to this date."

"On a different note, I'm really glad we're co-stars. And... I'm also really glad our characters are gonna start being all romantic with each other. Makes it easier on me."

"How so?" I ask with a grin.

He takes my hand in his and explains, "Then I don't have to save my affection till we aren't on camera."

A/N

I hope you liked this oneshot! I also hope it wasn't too bad lmao, I didn't have a whole lot of free time to write it because of school (ugh). I'm grateful for the request though, and I'd like to get some more! Feel free to message me if you'd like to request an imagine, etc. Feel free to scroll down on my profile to see the list of characters I write for 😊

I Promise I’ll Be Better | Sweet Pea Imagine

Prompt; You guys broke up a month ago and now you’re moving on. 

Toni; Check Sweet Pea’s Insta-story

I huff and hear a song, a sad song about a broken heart. I just shake off the tears. “You waited too long.” I try to remind myself.

SweetPea; YN, can we talk tonight? I roll my eyes. I can’t just give him up. Me; Yeah, I’ll come over after I finish up at Pops. SweetPea; Alright see you soon.

I wonder if he knows I’m moving on?

I pull up in the driveway and see Fangs leaving. I half smile at him. “Hey YN,” he says as he heads out on his bike. “Hey Fangs,” I wave as I make my way up to the door, I put my fist up and the door opens with a distraught looking man in front of me.

We walk into his bedroom. A lot of memories in this room, especially on that bed. I smile at the thoughts storming my brain.

“What’s so funny?” He says in a bitchy tone. I look at him weirdly, stopping my laugh dead in its tracks. “What’s wrong?” I asked sitting next to him on the bed.

“You should know.” He scoots away from me. “Obviously I don’t. So enlighten me.” I stand up and stand right in front of me. So I can have a little authority. “You have a date tomorrow night?” He stands up crossing his arms in front of his chest. I look up at the giant standing right in front of me. I chuckle, “really? You’re mad about that?” I ask with a sarcastic tone. “Hell yeah I’m mad,” I interrupt him. “You have no reason to be mad,” tears are threatening to spill over. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m frustrated. The past month I’ve been trying to get back together with this man and now that I’ve given up, he wants me.

“YN, please don’t.” He gets closer, I look up to his usual brown eyes, but now they’re darker than usual. “No, Sweet Pea,” I put my hands upon his chest. “Don’t do this,” I close my eyes and the tears escape, “I’ve been trying for a month to wait for you to come around, but I can’t wait anymore, Pea. I want to be happy again.” I inform him.

He embraces me in a hug, “I promise I’ll be better.” I just shake my head no. “Not this time,” I walk out of the house.

crushing//fangs fogarty.

Imagine for Fangs crushing on reader and the Serpents being the supportive beans they are get him to ask her on a date? dedicated to a lovely follower who adores fangs, @veeandpea 💚

“Just go and talk to her!” Pea sighs placing a hand on Fang’s shoulder.

“I can’t just walk up to her and start talking, that’s weird!” Fang’s groans.

“I’ll do it.” Toni smiles and stands up.

Fang’s yanks Toni back down. “No way! You’ll say something embarrassing.”

“Rude! No I won’t!” Toni mutters as she hits Fang’s.

“Bro, if you don’t do it, I’ll ask her out for myself. She’s hot and a lot of serpents and bulldogs know it.” Pea smirks and fixes his collar.

“Back off, Pea.” Fang’s growls.

“Go on!” The two other serpents cheer.

“Fine.” Fang’s sighs and stands up. “Wish me luck!”

“You’ve got this!” Toni smiles.

“You can do it brother! Just remember, if not, i’ll have her!” Pea smirks while Fang’s growls.

Fangs walks over to you, sitting at a table with your friends. Your friends see the serpent walking over and instantly disappear.

“Hi Fogarty.” You smile as the serpent sits down.

“Hey (y/n).” Fang’s smiles nervously. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure, what’s up?” You smile looking at the anxious serpent.

“I was wondering if you maybe, erm, wanted to erm, go and get a milkshake with me maybe?” Fang’s mutters.

“Of course! I was actually hoping you would ask me soon. I’ve seen you and your friends staring at me but I thought it was for one of my friends.” You mutter the last part.

“No way! You’re the prettiest girl in the school!” Fang’s yells and then blushes when he see’s Toni and Pea smirking at him.

“Thank you, you’re my favourite serpent.” You grin and wrap your arm around Fang’s arm.

Fang’s smiles and moves closer to you. “I’ll wait for you after school and then i’ll drop you home after our date.”

“The first of many?” You wink.

“Definitely.” Fang’s smiles, gaining his confidence.

feelings//sweet pea.

Hey can you do an imagine where you and sweet pea slept together but he hasn’t talked to you in months and you’re really upset with him and one night you get a call from the police department and it’s sweets begging you to come get him so you do and during the silent ride home he realizes how bad he fucked up? And you can decide what happens between them 😘✌🏻

2 months and 4 days. It’s been that long since Sweet Pea hasn’t spoke to you. You slept together and had a really good night, but woke up the next morning to him gone. You tried many times to talk to him, but he would ignore you and even run to get away from you. You stopped going to the Whyte Wyrm, you changed out of his classes. You started avoiding him. Someone who you had such strong feelings, you had to push your feelings aside and move on. Toni and Fang’s would still talk to you, but never when Pea was around.

It was late Friday night and you were watching a movie in your room. Living in an apartment by yourself had its perks. You were scrolling through your phone when you got a phone call. You answered it.

“Hello?” You ask.

“It’s Sweet Pea. I’m at the police station, can you come and get me please?” He begs.

“I’m on my way.” You really and jump out of bed, putting your jeans and a flannel on, grabbing your vans and running out the door. You jump into your car and race to the police station. 2 months without Pea and then hearing his voice, made you realise how much you kissed him.

You arrive at the station and ran up the steps, you asked the police man about Pea and he brought him out. He said nothing as you thanked the officer for letting him go and lead him to your car. He jumped in and said nothing. You sighed and started the car, heading towards Pea’s trailer. You want to say something, but you don’t know what. You can see Pea is thinking hard but saying nothing. You left out a heavy sigh as you arrive at the trailer park.

You turn the engine off and stare at the darkness in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea whispers.

“So you should be.” You mutter. “Ignoring someone for two months is not cool. Sleeping with them and them ignoring them, making them feel like a cheap fuck.”

“You aren’t a cheap fuck.” Pea muttered.

“Then why did you ignore me for two months after fucking me!? Was I bad? Because you could of just told me, I’m a big girl now Pea.” You sigh.

“You weren’t bad! I realised that I like you more than friends and waking up next to you, I was so happy but then realised that I can’t have these feelings for you. I’m a serpent, I can’t put you in danger.” Pea sighs and rubs a hand through his hair.

“I don’t care if you’re a serpent! I like you! And if picking you up from the police station at 1am in the morning after you ignoring me for two months doesn’t prove that, then I don’t know what will!” You raise your voice.

“I know. I realise now. I’m an idiot.” Pea whispers.

“Yes you are. You’re an idiot.” You laugh. “But I like you still.”

“I like you too. I am really sorry.” Pea smiles and faces you.

“I forgive you. I suppose.” You smile.

Pea strokes your face and kisses your cheek. “Thanks for bailing me out.”

“No problem. I won’t ask, I know the serpent rules.” You smile, not pushing him to tell you.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Pea sighs and places his forehead on yours.

“You just have some good luck.” You giggle and kiss his cheek.

“Yeah, I must.” Pea laughs and kisses you.