jughead jones x reader

Secrets | Jughead Jones

Could you do 13 and 14 from your prompt list with Jughead from Riverdale, please?

Secrets | Jughead Jones

Your hand tightened around the pool stick as you saw the familiar gray beanie and its owner making their way through the hangout. Of course he would show up here tonight, with everything else that was happening right now you could live without the added complication of Jughead in your life but when had he ever made things easy for you.  

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Sweet Pea x Reader (Male!)

Prompt: I was feeling this song so much and I thought I would try something a little different than your mundane imagine. This is based off of the song Gangsta by Kehlani. 

Warnings: the usual violence, profanity and lite smut.

Originally posted by serpentcentral

I need a gangster, to love me better, than all the others do, to always forgive me

Sweet Pea removed his knuckle buster with a grunt and turned his attention towards you, an angry gleam in his dark eyes. You’d gone against his wishes and joined the serpents side as they took on the ghoulies in an organised street fight. His hair, damp from the rain, splayed out across his forehead messily in a clump of black, and as a single droplet of water cascaded down his nose and dripped onto his lips, you couldn’t help but lick your own at the sight of it. 

“I told you not to fight,” he growled, taking a step closer to you. You brushed off his intimidating tone and reached up to wipe his bottom lip. “I’m a serpent, sometimes you seem to forget that” you replied, your (eye color) eyes meeting his. Sweet Pea grabbed you by the waist and pulled you lustfully against him. “I know you are, but you’re also my world and I don’t ever want to lose you… I can’t” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

ride or die with me, that’s just what gangsters do

The sound of yours and Sweet Pea’s motorcycle’s was all that could be heard for miles as you drove towards the south side together, ready to pull Fangs out of a sticky situation at the Whyte Wyrm.

I’m fucked up, I’m black and blue, I’m built for it, all the abuse

Sweet Pea roared with anger as you revealed to him your bruised under eye. Him and Fangs had arrived a few moments to late after a group of angry ghoulies ambushed you on your way home from the Wyrm. It was five against one and you had put up the best fight you could, but you weren’t able to escape and you were now lying on the pavement with a cracked rib and a bruised face. Sweet Pea scooped you up into his arms and stared down at you with a sad look in his eyes. 

But instead of groaning out in pain and clinging to him like a love sick puppy, you smirked up at him painfully and leaned your head against his bicep. “I’m built for this, I’ll get them next time” at your words, Sweet Pea shook his head, let out a sigh and proceeded to carry you home. 

I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows

As you heard foot steps round the corner, you quickly flicked your half smoked cigarette onto the ground and put it out with your foot. You hadn’t been quick enough though, and as Sweet Pea looked from you towards the ground, he let out a frustrated sigh. “You told me you’d stopped that” he said and guilt built up in your chest. You folded your arms and stared at the ground, ashamed that he’d caught you. 

I’m good on, that pussy shit, I don’t want, what I can get

Sweet Pea moaned against the crook of your neck as you thrust into him, the tip of your cock brushing against his sweet spot. It was a rare occasion when Sweet Pea wanted to receive instead of give, but when you got the chance to make him feel how he made you feel, you jumped at it. He watched you with lust filled eyes and grabbed onto the back of your neck, his fingernails scraping across your skin in delight. 

I want someone, with secrets, that nobody, nobody knows

You gasped in surprise as you felt your hands being cuffed together and looked up at your boyfriend with a curious gaze. He had cuffed your hands to his head board, and as he looked back down at you, he smirked lop sided. “You ready for some fun?” he whispered, he then leaned down and began leaving open mouthed kisses up your neck. 

You got me hooked up on the feeling, got me up so high I’m barely breathing

It had only been three hours since you last saw Sweet Pea, but even that was to much for the both of you to bare. As the door to your trailer opened and Sweet Pea stepped in, you pushed him up against the nearest wall and pressed your lips against his. He kissed back instantly, his hands moving to grab at you anyway he could. 

So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me go

Entangled in the bed sheets lay you and Sweet Pea, both heavily breathing and sweating. You needed a moment to catch your breath as when you and him got into it, nothing else mattered. Not how tired you were, how hot you were, or how much you needed a drink, none of it mattered, you couldn’t stop. Just as you were about to roll over and get up, Sweet Pea pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Don’t go” he whispered, all his masculinity gone. Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you flickered your eyes up to meet his. “Don’t let me go” you whispered back. Sweet Pea licked his lips and brushed your hair our of your eyes, he then pressed another kiss to your lips and smiled against them. “Never” Sweet Pea whispered.

A/N: I really fucking love this, thinking about doing another one! also the little imagines don’t go together, they’re all their own separate things.     

Secrets: Chapter 1 (Plus Size Reader)

Her boots hit the floor of Riverdale High as she walked in, her fellow serpents by her side. Her black headphones were covering her ears, ACDC playing loudly. Her hand came up to stop an itch on her right shoulder, her black shirt moving to reveal the serpent tattoo on her collarbone.

She was looking around at everyone intensely when she felt someone hit her hip. She looked down to see her best friend, Toni Topaz, who was at least a foot or two shorter than her, silently telling her to look forward. She did so and came face to face with two people she immediately felt a raging hate for, Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge.

Next to the couple was Kevin Keller, the girl didn’t know his name but she recognized him, he had been hanging around with Joaquin on the Southside. The girl smiled at him slightly, him grinning back at her. Then, her eyes locked with Archie Andrews’.

She glared at him, her mouth turning into a scowl as her eyes stared into his. The two were knocked out of their staring contest by Veronica clearing her throat, causing the girl to roll her eyes. Veronica started talking about the school, the girl ignoring her, taking out her phone to change her music that had stopped.

She was about to click on her The 1975 playlist when Veronica’s obnoxious voice caused her to look up.

“Are you really not going to listen to me? Because you’re that dumb?”

The girl blinked once and replied, “No, I just don’t give a shit. See ya.” She walked past the table Archie, Veronica and Kevin were standing behind before stopping herself and walking backwards so she was standing next to the table, staring at Veronica.

“By the way, you really need to stop acting like that. I might end up thinking you’re a long lost, incorrectly hair colored, Blossom,” the girl smirked, walking away again, she was about to turn the corner when Veronica asked who she was.

She turned her head and answered, “The name’s Jewel, Jewel Evercrest.” She walked down the corridor, smiling to herself. Archie, Kevin and Veronica looked back at the Serpents and the Serpents looked back at them.

Toni smirked, “Toodles,” She said, walking after Jewel. Next came Sweet Pea and Fangs.

“Duces.”

“Bye bye.”

Everyone else in the corridor in front of the stairs turned to look at the three serpents walking down the other corridor, towards Jewel, laughing with each other.


The serpents had gotten used to the workings of Riverdale High before the end of their first day there. They were walking out of the school towards their bikes when Reggie Mantle stopped them, well stopped Jewel.

“What you did this morning was amazing.”

Jewel looked down at him, her 6′4″ frame making him look like a gnome. She was taken back by his words but responded calmly, “thanks, Mantle.”

She turned to look back at her friends to see them already out of the doors of the school. Jewel quickly said goodbye to Reggie and sprinted out of the doors of Riverdale High towards her friends, practically jumping onto her bike and riding with them to the Whyte Wyrm.

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A/N: I know it is short, like my mother but don’t worry, the chapters will get longer and the writing will improve.

Me trying to convince myself I’m not going to hell after reading smut in public

  • sweet pea: [walking in smiling] sorry i'm late i was doing stuff.
  • jughead: [noticeably disheveled] HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS.
Late Late Show

Summary: At the launch of your new series Riverdale, you and Cole’s relationship has finally become public after KJ leaked a photo of you two out of character onto Twitter. In addition to dating him, your character is Jughead’s love interest, and so you have an interview with James Cordon.

Word Count: 1141

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

“Everyone please welcome, one of the newest stars of the CW’s hit Riverdale, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

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*Y/N’s phone calls and it’s written Daddy on its display*

Fangs: LMAO, you still call your dad daddy?

Y/N: *rolls her eyes*

Y/N: *picks up the phone*

Y/N: What do you want, Sweet Pea?

Fangs:

Fangs:

Fangs:

Fangs: *is shook*

Originally posted by jugsqueen

Not Just Friends || Jughead Jones

Request: ‘Jughead x Reader where he has a wet dream and then when he confronts the reader it gets steamy?’ -by Anon

A/N: I am sinning again but hey, I kind of like how this turned out. Feel free to request more and tell me any details you guys want so I can make it more like what you wanted!

Warnings: smut, sin, and swearing

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are thoughts.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.

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Hips grinding into the sheets, groan, tug, repeat. Jughead didn’t dream, to begin with, especially not about fucking. In the dream he snapped his hips against yours, kissing your neck and moaning into your ear, hands tangled in your hair.

In reality, his face was pressed against his pillow, hips stuttering against his mattress, and the hands that he thought were in your hair, were gripping the bed roughly, tugging lightly with each groan that passed his lips.

This went on for a few minutes, moans becoming louder and more frequent, hips stuttering more often, movements getting sloppier as his body came closer to finishing.

His eyes snapped open as his hips ground forward, orgasm flowing through him as he moved his hips a bit more lightly, riding out the orgasm with a low groan into his pillow.

Lazily rolling onto his back, he sighed as he rubbed his face, tired eyes scanning the room that wasn’t actually yours. Checking the time he groaned, for once thankful that he lived alone at the drive-in, no embarrassing conversations about why he was groaning so sexually, so early in the morning.

He changed and did his usual morning routine, making sure he was ready for school and trying to forget about the shameful, sexual dream he had. However, upon arriving at the school and quickly seeing you approaching, he realized it would be nearly impossible to forget.

Biting his lip, he quickly dismissed the thought, ‘she’s your best friend, Jug. Don’t screw it up’ he groaned mentally at his conscious, forcing a smile on as you finally reached him.

A smirk quickly took over your face, “you’re making that face that you always make when you’re thinking way too hard, Jug. You realize it’s gonna give you wrinkles, right?” you said teasingly, causing the beanie-wearing boy to roll his eyes, failing to hide a smile.

Wrapping an arm around you, he mumbled a brief “you know me so well” before yawning. From the corner of his eye he saw you shake your head, “did you sleep less than usual too? I bet you stayed up writing about Jason again, or maybe you were thinking about how in love with me you are” you said with a nudge, and the boy stiffened for a moment.

Quickly realizing you were joking he moved his arm that was around your shoulders, shoving it in his pocket instead as he laughed, “totally, I couldn’t stop imagining us, together riding off into the sunset like some bad romance movie” he retaliated, lips curling into a fond smile as you rolled your eyes, gasping drmatically.

The moment was ruined as the familiar sound of the bell ringing echoed through the halls, causing your eyes to widen as you run to your next class, shouting a rushed “we’ll talk later!” as you did.

The raven-haired boy walked to his class, mind racing as he began to stress over what he should do about his dream. Most of the day was spent like this, going back and forth between his options, to tell you about how he felt and the dream, or to hide it and pine after you silently and desperately.

By the end of the day you had realized the boy was thinking, but you didn’t know about what and didn’t want to interrupt his thoughts. To say you were surprised when he lead you to his ‘home’ at the drive-in, claiming he had to tell you something important,  was an understatement.

Deciding not to express your shock, you leaned against the wall and watched him carefully as he paced. Just as you were about to speak he raised a hand, “Don’t say anything, not one thing. I need to let this out right now before I decide to chicken out of it” he sighed, lifting his gaze to meet yours anxiously.

Concern flooded your being, and you nodded quickly as he began to speak, “I like you, I really like you- hell I love you, (Y/N). I have to tell you this because we’re best friends, and I had this really weird dream that you should not have about your best friend. You definitely don’t have to return the feelings but please just don’t-” his rambling was cut off as you kissed him roughly.

His hands immediately gripped your hips and he almost moaned at the satisfaction of kissing you. Meanwhile, you tugged off his hat, letting your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting and deepening the kiss.

In no time the boy picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you got shoved against the closest wall roughly, hips bucking forward seeking friction. Both of you kissed each other sloppily, your hands yanked off his shirt, tossing it in the same direction his hat went, while he groped your breasts, moving to tug your shirt off afterward as well.

Your hands ran along his chest, “Jug, bed” you managed to mumble between messy kisses, said boy obediently moving the steamy session to his bed, laying you down and crawling over you, immediately grinding down again for even more friction.

He groaned lowly, unclipping your bra and tossing it in a random direction, and you took the opportunity to flip your position, Jughead now underneath you, panting with half-lidded eyes.

Grinning, you straddled him and kissed his neck, sucking lightly until you heard a high moan. You quickly abused the spot, sucking harshly and nipping at it, feeling Jughead’s hands gripping your hips roughly as he groaned and panted heavily, pants becoming noticeably tighter.

Feeling the hardness against your thigh, you smirked mischievously as you slowly lowered yourself, undoing his pants and taking them off, mouthing and jacking his member lightly, causing his pants and groans to become more frequent.

Before you could get too far, he put a hand on your shoulder, “Not this time” he mumbled lazily, smirking as he flipped you again, taking off whatever clothing you had left, doing the same to himself and kissing you roughly, teasing you as he slowly inched into you.

A sexually frustrated groan tumbled from your lips as you tried to push yourself onto him, his hands preventing you from doing so. After a few moments, he got rather impatient, deciding to save the teasing for another time as he fully entered you, groaning at the new feeling, you doing the same.

He quickly snapped his hips against yours a few times, one of your hands tangling in his hair while the other went to the back of his neck. One of his hands moved to support himself so he wouldn’t fall onto you, his other one groping you once more.

You groaned loudly, panting heavily and letting your eyes squeeze shut as you bucked involuntarily, causing a similar but lower groan to leave the boys lips. He bit his lip and continued moving his hips, head falling into your neck as he kissed and sucked at it, pausing occasionally as he panted heavily.

Toes curling at the feeling, your head tilted back and you bit your lip, “Jug, pick up the pace” you muttered into his ear, moaning as he did as told, smirking into your neck before grunting as he felt himself get closer to the edge.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to get a better angle and you lost it as he hit your g-spot, moaning obscenely and more frequently. It didn’t take long for Jughead to speed up even more as he realized what happened, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him slightly.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach, “Jug, don’t stop because I’m gonna cum” you panted, knot snapping as white flooded your vision, all your senses stopping for a moment.

Jughead grunted a few times as he felt himself cum, riding out his orgasm and thrusting into you a few more times, causing you to whine at the overstimulation. He pulled out after a moment, eyes opening as he flopped down onto his bed next to you, your own eyes opening again as well.

You heard a sigh next to you, head turning to see Jughead smiling to himself dreamily, “hey, Jug you look more insane than happy” you teased, “better than the dream?” you added with a raised brow, causing the boy to snort quietly, “way better” he whispered, turning to you and kissing you gently.

Wrapping his arms around you, he shut his eyes again, dozing off. You smiled at his sleeping figure, dozing off yourself, thinking about what the next day would have in store for you and your dark haired companion.

Originally posted by bugheadjones-the-third

someone: you’re surprisingly mature for a teenager.

jughead: thanks, it’s the trauma.

Undercover - Jughead Jones

Hi! Could I get a Jughead x Reader imagine where the reader and Jughead are best friends, but the reader has feelings for Jughead but doesn’t tell him. One day she goes “undercover” to get info about Jason’s death for Jughead and he sees her undercover and realizes he has feelings for her, and then there’s some rated T action and fluff between them? Thanks!

I kinda twisted the meaning of it but it lead to *high pitched screaming*

Originally posted by squintlovely


Being best friends with Jughead Jones isn’t the easiest thing in the world. He’s not the friendliest person to begin with, but some can easily look past that, like yourself. You and Jughead had been close every since you could remember, but the summer before Sophomore year changed things. Jughead became more reclusive and less in touch with you. It all happened after Jason Blossoms’ death. The day before school started up again, you invited yourself over to his house. Needless to say, Jughead was surprised.

“Y/N?” He asked, the bags under his eyes telling you he must’ve just woken up. Despite the normal summer heat, he was wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants. Just seeing him again, after so long, made your heart flutter. You quickly pushed it down and regained your angry composure. “I haven’t seen you in months, Jug!” You said, obviously breaking him out of his tired state. He quickly pulled you inside his house, and you accidently bumped into his chest. It was so tempting to hug him, but you fought the urge and watched as he closed the door behind you. When he faced you, you saw how intense his gaze was. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I am.” He said, his tone serious. “I’ve been working on something,” he said as he walked past you, beckoning you to follow him. He lead you to his room then to his desk where an open laptop rested. Pages of text cluttered the screen and just by skimming through the document the words ‘Summer’, ‘Jason Blossom’, and ‘presumed dead’ caught your eye. You turned to face Jughead who stood, unmoving, next to you. “This is what you were doing?” You asked, turning back to study the words he had typed.

“Yeah, ever since I heard he was missing.” He muttered, but you couldn’t help but be amazed by your friend. His drive and dedication to his writing was eye-opening. You faced him once more with a grin on your features. “Do you need help?”

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Y/N: Well, fuck me, if I’m wrong, but —

Sweet Pea: You’re wrong.

Y/N: But —

Sweet Pea: yoU’RE WRONG

body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue

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anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

someone: *tries to make archie feel guilty*

archie: the joke’s on you!! i feel guilty 97% of the time about Everything I Do!!!!

Blunt // Cole Sprouse

Can your write one like the only you just did were the reader is younger but this time she is dating Cole and it’s a secret for a while because he is older and everyone already wants him to be with Lili

Warnings: A freaking intense and scary Uno game, Dick related joke(s)?

Word Count: 1281

Characters: Cole Sprouse, KJ Apa, Trevor Stines, Casey Cott, Madelaine Petsch, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Ross Butler

A/N: I have used the name ‘Kairi’ (if you can guess where this is from, I will give you so much love) as the character you’re playing. It just makes a little more sense to me instead of having to write ‘y/n’ as your character. Because you are you, and your character is Kairi. xoxo

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“Uno!” You shouted, grinning as you placed down the draw four card you had been waiting to unleash on Cole, a grin across your lips. “Come on, boy. Pick the cards up!” You laughed, looking down at the last card you had left. “Oh, and I change the colour to… blue!”

Cole picked up his four cards, but you were too busy celebrating in your head to notice the smirk on his lips. “Draw four,” Cole muttered slyly, placing down the card, looking at you with a sinister look.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened. “Are you serious!?” You exclaimed, slamming down the card and huffing, crossing your arms. You were a sore loser, to say the least. “So you’re allowed to put a draw four down, but I’m not?” Cole laughed, running his hands through his hair and taking a deep breath. “I think we need a break from this game. We’ve been playing for over two hours.”

You stood up, brushing off your pants and stretched, hearing the popping sounds coming from your back. You took a deep breath and looked outside of your trailer, seeing the sun was starting to set. “We’re still doing the Jughead and Kairi scene tonight, aren’t we?” You asked the raven haired boy, grabbing your coat before you followed him outside, walking besides him.

“Yeah. We have to meet the producers at around 11pm. Just so it’s dark enough.” Cole nodded, smiling down at you before making his way to where all the others were sitting.

Truth is, you and Cole had been dating for about 5 months now, but you both kept your feelings hidden away in public and left it all for behind doors. Both of your family knew, and were a bit hesitant at first, since you were 19 (turning 20) and Cole was 24. Your families eventually got used to it, and you got on along so well with Dylan. It was everything he wanted in a relationship.

But there was a flaw. And that was Lili.

Now, she wasn’t a flaw herself. You found her absolutely breathtaking. She was gorgeous. But everyone wanted her to be with Cole, and that’s why you both decided to keep the relationship under wraps.

You shoved your hands in your pockets, smiling as you sat down next to Madelaine and Casey, smiling as she slid her plate across to you, the sweet potato fries already making you drool. “Are (Y/N) and I the only ones that have a late night scene to shoot?” Cole asked, looking around the table. He looked at you, gave you a small smile and turned his attention to Ross.

“I’m sure Lili will wait up for you, Cole.” He laughed, making Lili blush. You ran your fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath and continued to share the plate of fries with Madelaine. You looked at Cole, who was giving a fake laugh.

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“I’ll be back, guys.” You stood up, announcing that you wanted to take a walk and revise some lines by yourself before your scene. “Need some company?” Cole asked, raising an eyebrow. “We are shooting this scene together, if you need some help or anything.” You shook your head, smiling softly before grabbing your phone from the table and walking off towards the entrance of the lot.

“Need anyone to go with you, Hon?” The night shift guard asked you, but you shook your head, smiling. “I’ll be fine, thanks Linda.” You continued your walk out of the set and took a deep breath, hands in pockets once again.

Your thoughts were startled by your phone ringing. You looked at the caller I.D and saw ‘Sprouse #1’ with the many emoji’s next to his name. You answered the phone, holding it to your ear. “What’s up?” You asked, the main street lit up by the night life of the town.

“Where are you? We have three hours to be on set. You need to get ready.” Cole didn’t even bother saying hello. You took a deep breath, looking over your shoulder. The lot wasn’t even that far away. You had been out for about 15 minutes.

“I’ll be back in another 15 or 20 minutes, Cole. I’m fine. I just need some space.” You sighed, biting your lip and turning around. You walked into a corner store, still on the phone to your co-star and boyfriend. “No, you’ll be back now, please. Just so I know you’re safe.” Cole had whispered the last part, and you could almost picture him looking around, making sure no one was listening.

“I’m just getting a smoothie, Cole. Give me a few minutes.” You sighed, ordering the smoothie and paying for it. You took a seat, phone still to your ear. “Now. There is something on your mind. What’s the matter?” You questioned, biting your lip.

“I want to tell them, (Y/N). I don’t want them to keep trying to make me date Lili. I love her to bits. But I’m going to pull an Archie Andrews here and say I don’t love her like that. She’s a friend and that’s what I want it to stay as.” He sighed, and you could hear his trailer door shut behind him. “I just love you so much and I don’t see why a five age gap is a big deal. I just want to tell them.”

You took a deep breath, getting up and thanking the person at the counter as they called you over for your smoothie. You walked out of the store, taking a sip. “Well, I’m on my way back now. So if you want to meet me at the front and we can do it together, I’ll be happy to.” You complied with him, a smile on your lips. Now you can finally post about him without having to use the ‘best friend’ hashtag.

—- —-

“Fancy seeing you here.” You grinned, seeing Cole in all his beauty. He smiled, turning around to walk besides you. The both of you walked slowly, a silence overcoming the both of you. “How do we do this?” You asked, looking at him. He looked at you, a small smile on his lips. “You’ll find out.”

You had been sitting back at the table for about 25 minutes now. You were due in hair and make-up in another 10, and Cole still hadn’t said anything about the two of you.

“Hey, hey guys. What do you call a 3.14 metre snake?” KJ spoke up, making you furrow your eyebrows at the stupid sounding joke. “It’s a pithon. Get it. Pi. No? Yes?” You had bursted out laughing at the simple, but so stupid maths related joke. “See! At least someone enjoyed my joke!”

“I’m sure Lili enjoys Cole’s snake,” Trevor had spoken up, making you look at him.

“I’m dating (Y/N).” Cole had said it so bluntly that it had almost slipped past. You looked at him, eyes widened at how quickly he had said it. He looked at you, shrugging before going back to his fries. Madelaine and Camila had looked at you, jaws dropped and eyes wide.

“What can I say, I’m into blunt guys.” You shrugged, a laugh coming from your lips as you stood up, leaving to get ready for your next scene.

Cole had gotten up, following you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making the rest of the cast chatter about the both of you.

“That was very blunt,” you commented, looking up at the brunette.

“I honestly had not planned that.” Cole opened the trailer door for you, a smile on his lips.

“I could tell.”

Firecracker [a.a]

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Title: Firecracker
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Archie Andrews x River Vixen!reader, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Jughead Jones
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,629 
Requested: Yes, by anonymous
Short Description: You, a river vixen and Archie’s girlfriend, never fail to make Archie smile; or blush for that matter. The two of you are a sophomore power couple at Riverdale, Archie as quarterback of the football team and you as Cheryl Blossom’s successor as cheer captain when she graduates.
A/N: Archie’s nickname for you is firecracker bc you’re a total babe. Also, I absolutely live for writing River vixen!reader fics. Seriously.

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name

Being a Riverdale Vixen habitually put you at the top of the Riverdale High School social scheme. But for you, it just meant that you could let loose as you cheered on your football star boyfriend, Archie Andrews. You and Archie had been together for over a year, and you loved being a River Vixen. Cheerleading had always been up your alley. You had a fiery, sassy attitude, which earned you the nickname that Archie gave you: firecracker. Only Archie ever called you that, and you thought he was beyond sweet for giving it to you.

“Y/N!” the harmonious voice of Cheryl Blossom, the senior captain of the River Vixens, acknowledged you as you stood at your locker. You glanced over at her, seeing the beautiful redhead smiling an authentic smile at you. A lot of people thought that Cheryl Blossom was cold-hearted and malicious, but you had known her since your Freshman year at Riverdale, and you had always gotten along well with her. 

“Hey Cheryl,” you greeted, closing your locker and leaning against it with a beam. “What’s up?”

“Don’t forget that we have a mandatory River Vixens practice after school before the game tonight,” Cheryl reminded you as you both began strolling in the direction of the student lounge. “I mean, I didn’t think that you would, but better safe than sorry.” She inserted and you nodded your head.

“Of course, captain,” you laughed, teasing her. “I’ll make sure B and V get there too,” you assured Cheryl before parting ways as you entered the student lounge. Betty, Veronica and Kevin were all sat together on the sofa chairs, chatting amongst themselves as Kevin finished his homework at the last minute. “Good morning Vixens,” you saluted them, taking a seat next to Betty with a grin. “Cheryl just reminded me that we have practice after school before the game tonight, so be there.” You added, and Betty and Veronica both expressed their anticipation for the game that evening.

Two hands covered your eyes, and you heard Betty and Veronica giggling quietly to themselves. “Jughead, I already told you, not at school,” you joked, knowing that it was Archie as you covered his hands with yours and pulled them away from your face. You turned and laughed, seeing Archie smiling at you, dressed in his varsity jacket, as per usual. Jughead stood behind him with a smirk.

“Oh Y/N, you’ve revealed our affair.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow as he passed before taking a seat next to Veronica. “However will I satisfy my need for pep now?” Jughead added – making fun of your status as a cheerleader, and the slogan of your hometown – and you got up to greet Archie with a kiss.

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Texts with Boyfriend!Sweet Pea

I honestly love Sweet Pea so much someone protect.

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

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Fandom Aesthetics: Cheryl Blossom - Riverdale

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