Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?
Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.
Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.
The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.
You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.
I love your writing so bad! So I got this idea and hoped you would write
it? So, reader is Archies girlfriend, Kevin’s sister which makes her the
daughter of the sheriff. Since Jasons dead it has been forbidden to go to the
river, but she and Archie sneaks out in the middle of the night and go there.
The get in the water and make out. Things heated as her dad aka the sheriff
finds them and takes her home. He forbids them to see each other, but the keep
doing it, tho. U decide the happy ending :)
Pairing: Archie x
sheriff’s daughter and her boyfriend are quite the trouble-making pair.
Word count: 940
A/N: ahh my first
archie imagine!! hope you all enjoy!!
You and Kevin sat in your room together, listening to Taylor Swift’s
“I’m just not feeling the country,” Kevin critiqued. “Even in the Red album, she was leaning
“But this is classic Taylor!” you protested. “You’re telling me you don’t like Fearless?”
“I’m not saying that,” he raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying 1989 is way better.” You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever, Kev.” Before he
could think of a clever remark, a tapping on your window interrupted the two of
you. Sharing puzzled glances, you and
Kevin slowly moved towards your window.
You pushed back the curtains to reveal your boyfriend, Archie Andrews,
standing on a ladder.
“Can I come in?” he asked cheekily. You rolled your eyes, but smiled and opened
the window. He climbed in and closed the
window behind him. Listening to the
music that was playing, he shot you a raised eyebrow. “Taylor Swift?”
“Hell yeah!” you nodded, but lowered the volume a bit. “So what are you doing here?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the river,” Archie
suggested with a small smirk. Before you
could respond, Kevin cut you off.
“Dad said we aren’t allowed,” he shot you a warning glance.
“So what?” you rolled your eyes.
“He’s not gonna find out.” Kevin
pursed his lips and crossed his arms, sending you a pointed look. “You wouldn’t.”
“I will,” Kevin warned. “There’s
a murderer in Riverdale right now, and going to Sweetwater River is like
walking into death’s trap.”
“Come on, Kev,” you whined.
He shook his head.
“No. There’s nothing you
can say that’ll convince me not to tell him.”
You furrowed your eyebrows trying to think of something you held against
him. Finally, you reached an idea and
“I’ll tell him about Joaquin,” you declared. His face visibly paled as his eyes widened.
“But… but you can’t!” he stuttered.
“I won’t tell dad if you don’t tell him about me going to
Sweetwater River,” you bargained. He
huffed and rolled his eyes, but agreed.
You smirked triumphantly and smiled at Archie. “Let’s go.”
He went down the ladder first to make sure he could catch you if you
The night was dark and silent, and you and Archie stifled
your laughs as you ran towards the river.
“This is such a bad idea,” you whispered, but he just waved
it off and kissed you. You smiled into
“Let’s go into the water,” he said, and you nodded. The two of you, holding hands, ran into the
water. You shrieked with delight as the
coldness of the water enveloped the lower half of your body. Archie snuck up from behind and grabbed you
by the waist, twirling you around as you laughed. He set you down and turned you around so you
face him. Still grasping onto your
waist, his lips connected with yours.
This kiss was not like the ones the two of you had shared before; this
one was rough and passionate. You
wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Archie’s fingers traced the hem of your
shirt. You were about to prompt him to
take it off, but the shine of a flashlight caught your eye. The two of you separated and looked for the
source of the light.
It was your dad.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, squeezing Archie’s
hand. Your dad approached the edge of
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, shining his flashlight directly in yours
and Archie’s eyes. “Get out of the river
right now!” You and your boyfriend
obliged, slowly trekking onto the shore.
The two of you were dripping wet, and your dad, who had come prepared,
threw each of you a towel.
“Sorry dad,” you mumbled, keeping your head down.
“Sorry?” he demanded, his voice cold with anger. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N). As the sheriff, I have to protect this entire
goddamned town, and my own daughter won’t listen to me. My own daughter! Do you know how that ruins my reputation?” You had no reply, so you just kept your head
“We’re sorry, Mr. Keller,” Archie apologized. “This was all my fault. I convinced (Y/N) to come out here with
me. Don’t get mad at her, please, I
should take all the blame.”
“Another reason why my daughter should have never started
dating you,” the sheriff spat. “Get in
the car, both of you. I’m taking Andrews
home and having him explain to his dad why the sheriff had to escort him
home. And then, (Y/N), we’re going to
have a nice long chat.”
You sat in your room, dismally staring out of the window.
“I didn’t tell him, you know,” Kevin said, not bothering to
knock before he entered your room. “He
walked into your room and saw you weren’t there, and I guess he just had a
hunch.” You turned to face your brother
and rolled your eyes.
“That’s great, Kev, but it doesn’t help the fact that I can’t
see Archie anymore,” you responded, and then turned back to the window. Kevin sighed and exited your room.
Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the ginger climbing
towards your window until his face was right in front of yours.
“Archie?” you whisper-yelled, opening the window. He grinned, but didn’t climb into your room.
“Hey,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” you asked. He just smiled and kissed you.
“I had to see you,” he answered after you two pulled
apart. You smiled and shook your head.
“God, you’re an idiot.” He
pouted, causing you to peck him on the lips.
Okay isn’t it weird though that the parents that went to school together and are the same age on Riverdale now have kids that are all in the same grade and are the same age as well like what’d y’all do fifteen years ago, swap ovulation cycle notes or something???
Hi! I saw your post about the flowers, I was wondering if you could do a brief explanation of the different personalities??
Hey there! Did you mean like the MBTI personalities? I’ll do my best!
ENTJ - Logical, decisive, strategic. Natural leaders. Probably your boss. Not always a dictator. See also: Bill Gates, Jim Carrey, Alexander Hamilton, Princess Leia (Star Wars)
INTJ - Theoretical, driven, systematic. Natural innovators. Probably your class valedictorian. Not always a nerd. See also: C.S. Lewis, Isaac Newton, Jane Austen, Bruce Wayne (Batman)
ESTJ - Analytical, efficient, straightforward. Natural organizers. Probably president of something. Not always a control freak. See also: Henry Ford, Michelle Obama, St. Paul, Frank Sinatra, Dwight Schrute (The Office)
ISTJ - Factual, thorough, steadfast. Natural problem solvers. Probably a math whiz. Not always antisocial. See also: Queen Elizabeth II, George Washington, Jackie Joyner-Kersee, Ron Swanson (Parks and Recreation)
ENFJ - Enthusiastic, loyal, sociable. Natural diplomats. Probably your mom. Not always psychic. See also: Martin Luther King Jr., Johnny Depp, Nelson Mandela, Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)
INFJ - Insightful, compassionate, committed. Natural visionaries. Probably your fairy godmother. Not always impossibly rare. See also: Thomas Jefferson, Carrie Fisher, Adam Sandler, Atticus Finch (To Kill A Mockingbird)
ESFJ - Conscientious, sympathetic, responsive. Natural caregivers. Probably your teacher. Not always overly energetic. See also: Pope Francis, Andrew Carnegie, Anne Hathaway, Wendy Darling (Peter Pan)
ISFJ - Caring, practical, responsible. Natural nurturers. Probably the mom friend. Not always uber-traditional. See also: Mother Teresa, Rosa Parks, Louisa May Alcott, Winnie the Pooh
ENTP - Clever, confident, outspoken. Natural questioners. Probably your local mad scientist. Not always a living meme. See also: Tom Hanks, Nikola Tesla, Alfred Hitchcock, Dr. Emmett Brown (Back to the Future)
INTP - Curious, speculative, original. Natural theorists. Probably extremely witty. Not always robotic/immune to feeling. See also: Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln, Meryl Streep, Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)
ESTP - Observant, spontaneous, energetic. Natural doers. Probably athletic. Not always midlessly active. See also: Eddie Murphy, Winston Churchill, Lucille Ball, Merida (Brave)
ISTP - Adventurous, independent, adaptable. Natural craftsmen. Probably a lone wolf. Not always apathetic. See also: Tom Cruise, Steve Jobs, James Dean, Han Solo (Star Wars)
ENFP - Expressive, imaginative, gregarious. Natural communicators. Probably the quirky nerd that everyone loves. Not always the physical embodiment of sunshine. See also: Dr. Seuss, Robin Williams, Mark Twain, Genie (Aladdin)
INFP - Empathetic, harmonious, sensitive. Natural idealists. Probably a dreamer and a bookworm. Not always crying over everything. See also: William Shakespeare, Mr. Rogers, Helen Keller, Kermit the Frog (The Muppets)
ESFP - Vivacious, playful, easygoing. Natural entertainers. Probably an actor, comedian, etc. Not always 24/7 partying. See also: Marylin Monroe, Elvis Presley, Pablo Picasso, Penny Hofstadter (The Big Bang Theory)
ISFP - Peaceful, understanding, realistic. Natural composers. Probably a nature lover. Not always an artist. See also: Paul McCartney, Princess Diana, Rihanna, Princess Buttercup (The Princess Bride)
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
A/N: The song used in this fic is called “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron & Wine if anyone’s curious/wants to listen to it while reading this! Enjoy!
“So what do you guys want to do next? Facials, manicures, some gossiping about Reggie Mantle’s latest fling?”
“Kevin, no.” Betty groaned. “The last thing I want to hear about is Reggie’s sex life.”
You laughed and turned back to Betty’s little trinkets, checking them out. Girls night was being hosted at Betty’s house and you were having a great time so far. You, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin were listening to music and just chatting mindlessly about things like school and the dance.
“Oh, I love this song!” Veronica exclaimed.
Before you could ask what song it was, it flooded through the speakers.
I was a quick-wet boy Diving too deep for coins
You froze. It was your and Kevin’s song. The song that was playing when the both of you got together. Your first kiss. Your first dance.
Your mind felt burned out. You were sick of all this research. Why couldn’t you and your brothers and Kevin go on a vacation? One vacation. That’s all you were asking for. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Kevin was on the opposite side of you, trying to translate the tablet. Some upbeat pop music was playing quietly from the radio. All of a sudden, a slow song came on the radio.
I was a quick-wet boy Diving too deep for coins
You paid no attention to it. Kevin however, looked up at you for a second, then to the radio, then back down to the tablet again. Should he or shouldn’t he? After toying with it for thirty seconds, he took a deep breath and got up and walked to your side.
Stole me a dog-eared map And called for you everywhere
You looked up from your book at him and Kevin held out his palm. You looked at it for a second before a hint of a smile came on your face and you placed your hand on his. Kevin smirked as you got up.
Have I found you? Flightless bird, jealous, weeping Or lost you?
He placed one hand on your hip and kept his other in yours. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and the two of you started to sway, slowly at first. Then the slow song picked up the beat just a bit and Kevin spun you around and smiled.
Now I’m a fat house cat Nursing my sore blunt tongue
You giggled as you spun and came back into contact with Kevin. The two of you continued to dance, every once in a while smiling or chuckling at your movements. By the song’s upcoming conclusion, the beat had considerably slowed down and the both of you swayed very slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes.
American mouth Big pill stuck going down
The song hit the final note and you and Kevin both leaned into each other at the same time, kissing each other softly. You finally broke the kiss and you looked at each other, trying to figure out the other’s reaction. Then at the same time, the two of you broke out into smiles and softly chuckled. You wrapped your arms around Kevin’s neck while Kevin snaked his arms around your waist. You rested your head on Kevin’s shoulder while Kevin rested his head on the side of your head. You both closed your eyes and continued to sway gently to the music that wasn’t even slow now. You were lost in your own world, not wanting this moment to end.
“Y/N?” Betty asked from behind you. “Are you okay?”
You gripped the table so hard your knuckles turned white.
All of your street light eyes Wide on my plastic toys
“Um, can you guys turn that off please?” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice steady and your tears at bay.
Kevin quickly turned the song off and the three of them looked at you. Veronica slowly walked over to you.
“Y/N…” Veronica said, gently putting a hand on your arm. “Are you alright?”
You flinched at the touch and turned around to face the three other teens.
“I gotta go,” you said, quickly wiping a fallen tear away, hoping the teens wouldn’t notice.
“Um, thank you for having me over, Betty. Bye.” You quickly said before all but running out of the house.
You didn’t notice the photo that fell out of your jacket pocket.
“Wait, Y/N!” Betty called, but you were already downstairs.
The teens heard the front door close and Veronica and Kevin ran to the window, peeking out of it. You ran until you got to the end of the driveway, stopping. You ran a hand through your H/C locks, breathing heavily.
“Who gets PTSD from a song?” Kevin asked.
Veronica glared at him.
“What?” he asked innocently.
They turned back to you. You shoved your hands in your plaid jacket pockets and walked off down the street, beginning your journey to Pop’s.
“Hey guys?” Betty asked.
Kevin and Veronica turned to the blonde who picked up the fallen photograph.
“You need to see this.”
All you wanted was a milkshake to go. You would walk home and then lock yourself up in your room until Monday morning. You could try to convince Sam and Dean that you were sick on Monday to prevent going to school for one more day, but you knew they wouldn’t believe you. As you walked into Pop’s with those things on your mind, they instantly faded away once you saw Jughead sitting in his usual booth typing away on his computer. Seemingly feeling your gaze, Jughead looked up at you and smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back as you made your way over to the raven-haired teen, sitting across from him.
“Hey there, Ms. Winchester.” he said.
“Mr. Jones.” you said back as you stole a couple of Jughead’s fries.
“What brings you to this fine establishment at these hours?” he asked as he looked down at his laptop again. “Weren’t you supposed to have a girls night with Veronica or something?”
You froze, forcing the fries down your throat as you swallowed them.
“I was, but stuff came up. So I left.” you mumbled.
Jughead looked up at you at your change of tone and closed his laptop, giving you his full attention.
“Something happen?” he asked.
“Not really. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s kinda stupid.” you said.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“Not particularly.” you said weakly.
Jughead nodded again.
“Fair enough,” he said as he sat back in his seat. “I know how it feels when someone pressures you into talking about something you’re not ready to talk about. So I’ll back off.”
You smiled at him.
“Thank you, Jughead. I appreciate it.”
Jughead smirked at you again.
“However… For the dance…” he began. “I do need to know where you live. I’d like to pick you up.”
The smile fell off your face.
“D-Do you?” you asked. “I mean… don’t people just meet each other there?”
“Not if they have dates they don’t.”
The smile came back to your face.
“So this’ll be a date, huh?” you joked.
Jughead blushed and looked down.
“If you want it to be.” he said shyly.
“Of course, Juggie,” you said.
He looked up at you again with that soft smile you loved so much. You took a deep breath.
“I guess I’ll tell you where I live then,” you began. “I’m staying at the—”
“Incoming.” Jughead interrupted, looking at something behind you.
“What?” you asked as you turned around.
Your eyes widened as you saw Veronica walking towards you, something in her hand.
“Y/N,” she began, eyes darting between you and Jughead nervously. “Um, here. It fell out of your pocket when you left Betty’s.”
She handed you the object and Jughead craned his neck to see what it was. You felt your breath leave your body as you realized what it was. It was the photo of Lily from when she was three months old.
“Great,” you croaked. “Thanks.”
You wanted to put the photo away as quickly as you could but you found yourself unable to stop staring at your daughter and her little smile. It had been four months since you had gotten that picture. You wondered how big she was now. What she could be doing. Could she sit up yet? Roll over? Crawl?
“What’s her name?” Veronica asked tentatively.
You looked up at her, ready to deny knowing anything about the baby in the picture but stopped once you saw her face. Veronica Lodge wasn’t dumb. She had put together all the pieces. She knew who Lily was.
“That’s none of your business.” you snapped as you got up, shoving the photo into your pocket.
“I said, it’s none of your business, Veronica!” you yelled as you exited your booth.
The diner quieted down and everyone looked at you. You turned around, ready to leave when you felt someone gently grab your arm. You stopped, looking back. Jughead looked up at you worriedly, his hand gently enclosed around your arm. Tears welled up in your eyes.
“Y/N…” he said softly.
You couldn’t take it. He had figured it out too. Lily may have had Kevin’s smile and hair color, but she looked exactly like you otherwise.
You quickly pulled your arm from Jughead’s grip, running out of Pop’s as fast as you could. Even with your lungs burning and your legs feeling like they would give out at any second, you continued to run, your chest heaving. After running for God knows how long, you came to a stop, falling to your knees. All the emotions that you had kept bottled up for the last few months hit you at full speed and you finally allowed yourself to cry. As you cried, you weren’t sure if you could stop. Or even if you wanted to.
A/N: Y’all know how I love my angst. :) Hope you liked it! Please send me feedback! Oh, and for anyone confused with dates, the reader was gone for eleven months in total (seven for the remainder of her pregnancy and four in order to get back in shape), and she’s been back for three. That makes Lily seven months old. Hope this clears up any confusion!
Am I the only one who was really freaked out when Mrs Blossom grabbed Archie’s face at the funeral? Like the only feature that Archie and Jason have in common is red hair. She might as well have said that to Ron Weasley.
Summary: After a family meeting, the boys tease Tommy about marriage. Aunt Polly predicts he’ll find Mrs. Thomas Shelby soon.
Word Count: 2678
Warnings: Smut and cursing.
A/N: I honestly hope you guys enjoy this random idea that kept me up until 4 A.M.
The Shelby family remained lounging in the wager room after
a family meeting. You sat on the stairs below Ada, who was plaiting a braid
into your hair. You considered yourself fortunate that the family thought so
highly of you. You were neither related through blood nor marriage, but they’d
kept you close nonetheless.
Polly had been worried about the recent deals Tommy had been
making. She’d done some digging with the help of Ada and the Londoners could
not be trusted. You’d only mildly helped by pretending to be a flapper girl
interested in a couple of “businessmen”. You were entirely too good at
The family meeting turned into quips. John had begged the
point no one else could have gone undercover except for you because all the
other girls were married women; all except Ada, but John claimed she was still
a grieving widow.
Arthur took a stab at Tommy’s love life. He claimed he’d
never find a woman at the rate he was aging.
“It’s not his age,” Ada roused from the stairwell,” it’s his
Laughter bellowed from everyone but Tommy, who was eyeing
you with a look that didn’t forebode well with you. However, you’d never had
trouble staring danger in the face. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth
and you turned your eyes away.
“Is it because you can’t get a girl off, Tommy?” John
prodded him. “Or is it too small?” He grabbed at his junk. Ada and you groaned.
Polly slapped John,” Shut it, John. Your brother will find a
wife in due time.” She glanced over at you, which caused you to look down at
the floorboards. “Won’t you?”
Tommy didn’t even flinch. Arthur piped up before Tommy could
reply,” She’s gotta have something no other woman has.”
“What, like three tits?” John leaned in. Esme seemed
unamused from her seat next to John. You couldn’t help but laugh. Laughs were
not in short supply around the family.
sit on the couch, idly watching the basketball game. It’s not really a
great game if you’re being honest, but it’s the only thing on TV during a
slow night. You go to take another sip of your beer and finish the can,
crumpling it up and placing it next to you on the couch.
the garage door open as your wife comes inside huffing and puffing. She
slowly made her to the kitchen and you hear her put the groceries on
the counter. “Hey, can you help me bring the rest of the bags in?” she
says as she waddles into the living room. Her maternity top is stretched
tightly around her eight-months-pregnant belly and she’s already
“Ahhh, give me like ten minutes babe. The game just got
really good!” you reply. It hadn’t, to be honest, but you really didn’t
want to move at the moment. She gives you a death glare and waddles back
to the garage in a huff. “And get me another beer!” you call.
gone for longer than usual, but comes back in and hands you a cold can.
“Here,” she mutters before heading back to the kitchen. You go to take a
sip- she already cracked it for you! What a great wife. The cold liquid
sweetly flows down your throat. You look at the can incredulously. This
tasted incredible… certainly nothing like the normal swill! You eagerly
gulp down the rest of the beer and set it next to you on the couch.
few moments later, you start to feel funny. Your eyes begin to droop
and your vision blurs as the TV starts to change colors. “Woah…what
the…” you murmur. The world begins to spin as your eyes grow heavier and
heavier. You pass out on the couch, slipping into unconsciousness.
don’t really know how much time passes- it could have been seconds, or
weeks, or years. You start to groggily awaken, your vision slowly coming
back as you regain clarity. “Ughhh,” you groan softly. Your body feels
heavy and cumbersome and your head is pounding.
“Hi honey,” you hear your wife’s voice say sweetly. You try to focus on her form as she stands in front of you.
just happened?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. Your body is still heavy
and you feel pinned down to the couch. You blink rapidly as you gaze
upon your wife. She’s standing in front of with a smirk, her hands on
her skinny hips. Wait a moment… she wasn’t pregnant! Her midsection was
flat and toned like it used to be.
“Woah! You’re-what happened to
the baby?” you cry, trying to stand up. You manage to get up by about
two inches before falling back to the couch. You look down to your lower
half. Sitting in your lap is perfectly round, swollen belly and two
perky breasts are perched on top.
“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetie?
Can’t get up?” your wife asks. You look down at your body
incredulously, placing both hands atop your swollen mound. No, this
couldn’t be real… there was no way this was happening. Yet your skin
responds to your touch and it feels so lifelike as it sits heavily on
top of your legs. You feel a flutter inside you at the same moment a
lump appears on your skin. Your eyes go wide.
“Ah, yes, kicks are
wonderful the first time you feel them! Just wait until she kicks you
right in the rib,” your wife says, placing a hand on your belly and
rubbing softly. You can’t speak, still trying to process what just
“What…how…what the hell?!” you cry. No, this couldn’t be
happening! You’re a man! And your wife is pregnant, not you! How the
hell could this even happen? You had to be dreaming.
laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, putting her hand back
on your baby bump. “Well you see, honey, do you remember all those times
you blew me off these past eight months? When you never vacuumed, or
cleaned, or cooked, or even offered to help me as our child grew inside
me? You are such an asshole. I was suffering and you couldn’t even be
bothered to stop watching a stupid basketball game to get up and help
me. Were you even going to do anything when the baby finally got here?!”
she cried, her face growing angrier and angrier with each passing word.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself, but her eyes still stared
daggers through you.
“When we got married, I debated whether or
not I should tell you that I was a witch. Then I got pregnant and you
became totally useless. So I started working on a potion about three
months ago. It took forever to make, and I’m honestly surprised I could
even figure it out. So many variables to consider…” she trailed off,
clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I finally finished it two days ago and was
debating whether I could actually go through with it. Then you made me
carry in all those groceries by myself, and I knew it was the right
decision. So, long story short, you’re 36 weeks pregnant, I’m not, the
baby is in you now, and you’re going to give birth in a month,” she
Your head spun as you tried to process this. You were
still convinced this was a joke. There was no way this could actually be
happening. A sharp pain suddenly manifested in your ribs. You hissed
and doubled over, both hands involuntarily clutching your belly. That
felt so real…
“This is real, sweetie,” your wife said with a
chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking. This is not a dream. Come with
me, I think I can help you figure this out,” she said, pinching your
popped out belly button as she hopped up. She pulled you off the couch
and you wobbled as you tried to stand. Your belly was so heavy as it
hung off your midsection. It felt like a dead weight just sitting there.
Your breasts sat perky and full on your chest and jiggled slightly as
you tried to find your balance.
“Follow me. And take your time- we
don’t want you falling and hurting your precious cargo,” your wife said
with a smile as she walked to the door. You tried to follow her and
found you were forced into a slow waddle. A hand immediately went to
back as it already started to ache.
“Now, like I said, I made a
very complex potion that required a TON of rare ingredients and lots of
careful planning. I’d say it was my finest accomplishment as a witch.
So, just to make sure you really would learn your lesson, I made a
few…changes… to our living situation,” she said as she opened the door.
She stepped out onto the porch and you followed her outside.
world around you looked the same. Everything was the right color and the
air felt warm. Your neighborhood looked exactly the same, and the car
parked in your driveway still had a scratch on the side.
Keller!” your wife called. You look across the street to your neighbor’s
house. Mr. Keller stood outside. His brown hair looked the same from
here, but he sported a perfectly round belly, just like you. He idly
rubbed the mass as he watered the flowers. He was wearing a flowing
green maternity dress, big and loose enough to comfortably accommodate
his growing passenger.
“Hey you two! Great weather today!” he called back. Your eyes widened again and your felt sick.
honey, in this world, men are the ones who get pregnant. Matter of
fact, they’ve always been the ones who got pregnant! Nobody here has
ever heard of a woman having a baby. It’s just silly. And, since I
created this reality, I wanted to make sure I could really make this as
great for me as possible. Husbands here don’t work- when they get
married, they stay at home and take care of the house. Most men get
pregnant as soon as possible, or at least when their wife gets a good
job.” she explained happily. You had no words and had to stumble back
inside, leaning against the wall as you tried to process this. The baby
kicked again and settled in a new position. You suddenly had to pee.
of course, there has to be a way for a baby to get in and out of there,
you know?” your wife says as she comes back through the door and pats
your rounded belly. “So there’s some, ah, changes to your equipment,”
she smirks, reaching down to your crotch. She brushes her hand between
your thighs and you realize that there’s nothing down there. No cock, no
balls, nothing- just an interesting feeling between your legs. You
realize what this means and you start to cry. This was too much.
honey, it’s okay…” your wife says, taking your hand and rubbing your
bump. “…I’ll make sure you have fun tonight.” She guides your hand to
her own nether regions and you feel the unmistakable outline of a huge
dick. Tears roll down your face as the baby gave another kick. You were
(Hi all, this is my first submission here! Might continue this if people generally want to see another installment)
In honor of your graduation - you have to write a Bughead graduation fic!!! (xxx peacelovebughead)
Thank you, @peacelovebughead! I was actually in the process of finally filling this elopement prompt and setting it during graduation so this was perfect! I hope you enjoy!
“Ugh, it’s gonna rain I can feel it now. It’s gonna rain, and if these suede pumps get ruined I will sue,” Veronica ranted as she warily eyed the dark clouds rolling in over their heads. “What is the point of all this anyway?” she asked in exasperation, gaze turning to run over the throngs of students surrounded their little group.
“Organisation,” Betty replied, casting her eyes round in the same path as Veronica’s. “They need to make sure we all know where we’re going on the actual day,” she shrugged, one arm wrapped around Jughead’s, the other moving to lace her fingers with his.
“Herding us together like cattle one last time,” Jughead commented with his usual snark, rolling his eyes as a fellow student brushed past him, jostling his arm. Betty glanced up at him from underneath thick eyelashes, biting her lip against a grin at his usual surly mood. He flicked his gaze to hers out of the corner of his eye, looking away quickly as he pursed his lips against the smile that threatened to sneak onto his own lips from her look, corners twitching in betrayal. Betty giggled, nuzzling further into his side.
“Couldn’t they have done this closer to graduation? On a day when a downpour is not imminent?” Veronica continued on her tirade, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she grew impatient. They were standing a short distance away from the A’s, considering Archie had been snatched up right near the start. He gave her a cheeky grin.
“Kinda snappy today, Ronnie, what gives?” Archie asked, tilting his head to the side in question. Veronica sighed, cheeks heating gently as she avoided the eyes that turned to scrutinise her.
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just hit me. We’ve had our last spring break as high school kids and now we’re going to graduate and go our separate ways… I feel like it’s ending when it only just began,” she mumbled. Archie’s eyes softened, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing a reassuring kiss against the side of her head. She threw him a small smile.
“Hey, it’s not the end. Just the next chapter, right guys?” Archie turned to address the general group. There were a few comforting nods but Betty couldn’t focus. They were calling out the C’s now, her name should be up next. Her heart was hammering like a hummingbird’s in her chest, palms sweaty as they passed the place for Cooper without uttering the word. Jughead could feel her pulse against his arm, hand tightening around hers in reflex. No one seemed to notice the error.
“…Kevin Keller…” Mr Weatherbee called out over the mindless hum of chatter, Kevin’s ears perking up.
“That’s me,” he sighed with an eyebrow, moving to join the end of the line. The names continued to pour out.
“…Veronica Lodge…” Veronica raised her eyebrows briefly before walking to her place. More names.
“…Elizabeth Jones, Forsythe Jones…” It was as if the entire student body collectively inhaled. Archie did an almost comical double take, head turning between Weatherbee, Betty, and Jughead. Veronica’s mouth dropped open. Kevin’s hands went to his face, eyes glistening with glee. Betty felt her cheeks flaming scarlet as they both headed towards their spots, passing the line of staring, shocked faces. She tilted her chin up slightly, eyes firm as she focused on the warmth of Jughead’s hand in hers, grounding her as he always did. Sure, the attention embarrassed her, but marrying Jughead months before their high school graduation? She’d never been more proud of a decision.
She was, however, slightly thankful in that moment, after the unintentionally grand reveal, that her friends were stuck firmly in their places down the line, unable to accost them and bombard them with the questions clearly bursting to pour out of their mouths. Everyone was still staring as they waited for the list to finish, Weatherbee only on the M’s by now. Betty turned her back on the person in front of her, focusing only on the soothing, cool blue of Jughead’s eyes. He ducked his head to search her eyes, noticing the worry around the edges.
“You okay?” he murmured, hands caressing her arms comfortingly. She nodded, offering him a smile.
“There’s a lot of people looking,” she whispered back. He knew this was what was bothering her.
“Hey, I’m right here. Just you and me, alright?” he replied. She nodded again, shoulders losing some of their tension as she remembered.
Spring break had been perfect, as far as Jughead had been concerned. He and Betty had taken a road trip to Toledo, promising to look after Jellybean while their mom had to go out of town for a while, his grandparents away for the week.
The drive had been one of the best experiences of his life, windows of his dad’s borrowed truck rolled down, spring sunshine pouring in, casting all kinds of mesmerising patterns through Betty’s golden hair as it blew about her in the breeze. He’d created a playlist especially for the occasion, grinning with unrestrained bewilderment as she sang along to the tracks she knew in the most beautifully melodic voice he’d ever heard. The open road changed her, changed both of them. The world seemed to be at their fingertips, the possibilities stretching out endlessly before them, waiting to be grasped.
They decided to spend a night under the stars, camped out beneath an assembly of blankets in the bed of the truck. Betty had curled into his side, head resting over his heartbeat as she tangled her legs with hers. The sky above them was littered with bright dots uninterrupted by city lights, miles and miles away but feeling like they were close enough to touch, securing them under a dome that was all their own.
“What do you think is up there?” Betty had asked, high on the secluded night air, the feeling of his fingertips running along the exposed skin of her lower back, the drowsiness that threatened to engulf her for the night. Jughead smiled, just the barest movement in the corner of his lips as he took one last look at the constellations before tilting his head down to look into her upturned eyes. He saw constellations there too, in the flecks of gold and blue swimming in deep, endless green.
“Possibilities,” he murmured back, leaning down to capture her lips in a slow kiss before they burrowed back against each other for the night.
He was watching Betty now as she chased Jellybean through the field of flowers, the game of tag supposedly helping to get them out of their picnic induced coma. He looked down at the display of empty containers around him, conceding that they may have gone a little overboard on the amount of food they’d brought. He couldn’t help it, Betty made him go to every extreme.
The past few days had almost been like every white picket fence dream Jughead would never admit he’d had. He woke up, every morning, to her face inches away from his, her eyelashes still fluttering gently against her cheeks in slumber. He always woke up first - habit still due to having to be out of whatever corner he’d chosen as his bed before someone found him - and stole a few private moments to watch her features, completely relaxed and unguarded, not plagued by the troubles of the wakeful. She always stretched before even opening her eyes, uncurling her cramped limbs until she was completely invading his personal space. She’d smile, eyes drifting open, as he ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, peppering light kisses across her face until his lips finally meet hers.
They’d go downstairs and make breakfast together, him in charge of the coffee, Betty in charge of the pancakes, or whatever else she chose to cook that morning - his favourite would always be her pancakes though, jutting out his bottom lip as she’d chastise him with a “we can’t have pancakes every morning!” until she’d concede, telling him that surely his rugged good looks wouldn’t work on her forever, especially not if he ate as many pancakes as he did. Jellybean usually stumbled in some time later, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the couple grinned at her, happy that they’d managed to coax her from her bed before noon with the smell of food; she was definitely Jughead’s sister.
They went to the movies, out for dinner. They’d taken Jellybean to the park, bought her ice cream from the truck. They’d dropped her off at a friends house, promising to come and pick her up again in the morning, telling her not to have too much fun as she rolled her eyes, grumbling to her older brother that he sounded more like her dad than her sibling.
Betty had been wearing her hair down all week, he noted as he ran his hand through the silken strands that evening, cuddled up against her on the couch. He liked it, and not just because he couldn’t keep his hands out of it. It meant she felt comfortable, at home with him and this little domestic show they were playing out, his mother’s house the stage, audience party of two. Betty was placing flowers in JB’s hair as he watched from his spot on his blanket, his sister smiling bashfully up at her in response. He couldn’t have been more thrilled at the response his girlfriend had elicited from his sister, almost as if it had slid the last piece into place. Betty wandered back over to him, cheeks flushed from the sun, as JB continued to pinch the stems of daisies between her fingers, lacing them into a chain.
“I’m so tired I could sleep for a week,” she sighed, sun-drowsy as she flopped down next to Jughead, head resting on his shoulder. Jughead’s arm came up to wrap around her waist automatically.
“I don’t remember feeling like this, ever,” he mumbled some time later. She lifted her head to stare at him, brows pinched slightly. “As if I could keep living like this for the rest of my life and always be happy,” he clarified, watching her features soften.
“It will be like this,” she promised, eyes earnest. He took one of her hands into his lap, playing with her fingers idly.
“We’ll make it, right? Through college?” he asked, voicing the concerns that had been nagging at his brain for the past few months, graduation growing ever closer.
“Juggie, we’re going to New York together. We’ll be living in the same apartment!” Betty laughed, eyes lighting up at her own words, excitement constantly bubbling in the pit of her stomach every time she thought about their future. He smiled briefly at her response, shrugging nonetheless.
“I know, I just… it’s a whole different world out there, Betts. So much bigger and brighter than Riverdale. You’re gonna flourish and grow and I just…” he trailed off, pain in his chest growing as he thought out the possibilities in his mind.
“And you’ll just be by my side, flourishing and growing along with me,” she cut in, tone firm, leaving no room for argument. He met her eyes, their deep green almost glowing with ferocity. “I love you, Jughead. And I know you don’t always believe me but I need you as much as you say you need me. We’re a pair and that’s the way it’s going to stay for the rest of our lives. You fill the parts of me that were empty for so long in my life. You ease the dull ache in my chest that I didn’t ever think was capable of going away. Every time I see you, or hear your voice, or feel your touch, I know inexplicably, without a doubt in my mind, that I am home,” she rushed out, pouring every ounce of emotion into her words she was capable of. “I’ll want you forever,” she whispered, hand fisting in the material of his shirt. His eyes searched hers for a moment, seeing nothing but the truth.
“Marry me.” The words came out before he’d even had time to process the thought. Once they hung between them in the air, though, he knew he meant it.
“What?” she stammered, slightly taken aback at the abrupt turn in their conversation. His gaze remained unwavering.
“Marry me. I mean it, Betty. I already feel it too, this is forever. I want to make you mine forever. Will you? Marry me, I mean?” he asked again, heart hammering beneath his rib cage. The silence that followed seemed to stretch out for an eternity, blush creeping up his neck and onto his chest. He almost thought he was dreaming when she began to nod, tears gathering along her waterline and quickly spilling over onto her cheeks.
“Yes,” she breathed, barely able to find her voice to answer him. Jughead let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, relieved laugh getting lost in the exhale as she pulled him towards her. Her mouth covered his, dancing against his lips as her hands moved to his hair, tugging at the roots until she elicited a deep groan.
“Get a room!” Jellybean yelled at them from a few feet away, scrunching her nose up at the public display. Jughead laughed, pulling back to rest his forehead against Betty’s. The future suddenly seemed a whole lot brighter.
“I can’t wait to be Betty Jones,” she whispered against the skin of his chest later that night as they lay wrapped around each other. Jughead stilled, looking down at her with wide eyes.
“Y-you want to take my last name?” he asked in surprise. He’d spent a lifetime being ashamed of the name Jones that the thought of bestowing such a burden on the love of his life hadn’t even occurred to him. She moved to rest her chin on his chest, eyes meeting his steadily.
“Of course I do. You’re one of the smartest, kindest, bravest men I’ve ever met. I want to start a new family with you. It would be my honour.” Jughead swallowed around the thickness in his throat, simply nodding, blinking rapidly against the moisture in his eyes as she settled back against his side.
They’d taken off towards the Blue and Gold office as soon as they were able, narrowly dodging their friends as they attempted to fight their way through the crowds towards them. Jughead pulled Betty towards him for a swift, searing kiss, his lips releasing hers with a pop.
“It won’t take long for them to find us. You ready?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief. She nodded, biting her lower lip. She was relieved that they finally all knew, a part of her loving the secrecy of their elopement, another part dying to tell the whole world that Jughead Jones was her husband.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” she said, barely getting the words out before the door flew open, Veronica, Archie, and Kevin all standing in the doorway with similar expressions.
“Okay, Betty Jones,” Veronica began, eyes narrowing but telltale smile planted on her lips. “First of all, why the hell wasn’t I invited to your wedding?!”
I would like to note that all of Joaquin’s family history in this has been completely made up by me and is complete headcanon.
“Kev, are you sure about this?” Joaquin asked nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. He was standing outside of Kevin’s dad’s truck which was parked in Kevin’s driveway. He could feel sweat growing on the back of his neck, underneath the collared shirt Kevin had insisted he wore. “I’m just, well, I’m not really the kinda boy that people bring home to meet their parents. And, your dad is a cop.” It wasn’t that Joaquin didn’t want to formally meet Mr. Keller, in fact, it was exactly the opposite. Joaquin wanted everyone to know that he was Kevin’s boyfriend. He wanted to be Kevin’s official boyfriend, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. However, Joaquin was worried that Sherriff Keller wouldn’t be a fan of his son’s gang member boyfriend. Kevin went out of his way to make his dad happy and not to disappoint him in any way. What if Joaquin was a disappointment? Joaquin wouldn’t want Kevin to choose between him and his dad. “Joaquin, chill out okay?” Kevin chuckled at the other’s nervousness. “It’s gonna be just fine, I promise. My dad isn’t completely oblivious, he is a cop, and he probably has an idea of who you are.” Kevin knew that his dad had seen him and Joaquin together at Pop’s, he’d seen them kiss behind the shed in the Keller’s backyard, and he had definitely seen Joaquin hastily sneak out of Kevin’s bedroom window. “He has an idea of who I am, and that should calm me done?” Joaquin exclaimed. “Yes. Because my dad knows not to judge a book by its cover. He has a gay son, you may remember.” “Yeah, a gay son who is dating a gay Southside Serpent. I’m sure that’s all he could hope for.” Joaquin was aware that he was overacting slightly, but this could really make or break his relationship with Kevin. Kevin sighed, a little exasperated by Joaquin’s anxiety. He brought his hands up to cup his boyfriend’s face, slowly leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss. “You look fantastic.” Kevin grins, giving Joaquin an appreciative once over. “You are a kind, funny, and smart guy. I see it, and I’m sure my dad will as well.” Joaquin smiled, a blush rising up his neck onto his cheeks. “Let’s go, you ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Joaquin sighed, taking Kevin’s hand and following him up to the front door. Kevin opened the door and Joaquin was hit by a fantastic aroma. Whatever Sheriff Keller had made for dinner, it smelled fantastic. Kevin voiced Joaquin’s thoughts. “Wow Dad, that smells incredible. What is it?” Kevin’s dad was leaning over the stove, stirring something in a pot. “Well, we’ve got ham and rolls on the table, and now I’m just finishing up the garlic pasta.” He wiped his hands on a towel that was hanging over his shoulder before turning around, seeing Joaquin face to face for the first time. “And, you must be Joaquin. Kevin, actually, has not told me much about you.” Joaquin shook Sheriff Keller’s hand, trying to exude confidence while being respectful. “It’s, uh, it’s nice to finally meet you sir.” Joaquin stuttered out, any semblance of confidence gone as soon as he opened his mouth. Kevin, sensing the slight rise of tensions, spoke up. “Dad, is the pasta ready yet? We could sit down for dinner and talk some more.” “Sure, son.” Sheriff Keller responded, but waited for a minute before taking his eyes off of Joaquin and returning to the pot on the stove. As the sheriff finished the pasta, Kevin led Joaquin into the dining room where they began to talk in rushed whispers. “Does your dad always carry his holstered gun around the house like that? Or am I receiving special treatment?” “That’s just for you, I think.” Kevin admitted. “Uh, Joaquin, there is something I forgot to tell you.” “What?” Joaquin exclaimed, his nerves causing his voice to rise from a whisper. “Shh, calm down. It’s just that I just realized, I’ve never brought a boy home to meet my dad, serpent or otherwise.” Kevin felt slightly embarrassed at the admission that he had never had a real boyfriend before. “So that might be why my dad’s being weird, not the whole serpent thing.” Joaquin went to respond, to comfort or to freak out Kevin didn’t know, but he was cut off by the entrance of Sheriff Keller. “The pasta is ready, let’s eat.” He said hastily and with no welcoming tone. Joaquin sat down with a rushed and nervous manner about him. Meanwhile, Kevin sat down with the casualness of someone who had been eating at this dining room table all of his life. The food was spooned onto plates and quickly enough Joaquin was sitting in front of a plate full of delicious food; it was something he hadn’t seen in a while. Joaquin was speechless, staring at the pile of food and listening to Kevin and his dad share the stories of their days. He didn’t even notice when they stopped talking until Kevin kicked him under the table. “Ouch.” Joaquin exclaimed before looking up from his plate to see that both Kevin and Sheriff Keller were staring at him. “I, uh, I’m sorry I got distracted, what?” “My dad asked if you liked the food.” Kevin clarified, looking slightly concerned. Joaquin looked back down at his untouched plate before responding. “Um, it looks fantastic. It’s been a while since I sat down to a home cooked meal.” Joaquin confessed, but immediately regretted reminding the cop in front of him that he came from trailer trash. To avoid the momentary silence, Joaquin picked up his knife and fork and began to cut into the slice of ham on his plate. Sheriff Keller broke the silence, “So Joaquin, tell me a little about yourself, and exactly what you are seeking from my son.” “Dad!” Kevin gasped, and if Joaquin was right, kicked his dad beneath the table. Joaquin finished chewing the ham that was in his mouth. “You don’t have to answer that Joaquin.” Kevin stated. “No, no it’s fine Kev.” Joaquin wiped his mouth quickly before answering. “Uh, I moved to Riverdale when I was about four with my older brother. He used all of his savings to buy us a trailer on the Southside. Um, after that, there isn’t much to tell. I don’t really play any sports, I’m not an art person really. I guess I’m kinda into photography.” Joaquin shrugged, not really sure how else to describe himself. “As for the second part of your question, I don’t know if seeking would be the right word. I’m hoping to form and maintain a loving relationship with Kev.” Joaquin had shed some of the nervousness from before settling into the conversation. Sheriff Keller seemed happy with the answer, but had a few more questions for Joaquin. “And you are a serpent yourself?” “They are the only family I’ve ever known sir. But no. I’m not a serpent yet, and recently I’ve been hoping to do something with my life besides gang activity.” Joaquin was telling the truth. After spending time with Kevin and hanging out with kids on the Northside, Joaquin wanted to achieve something in his life bigger than what the serpents could provide. “And how do your parents feel about that?” Sheriff Keller asked, very nonchalantly. At the mention of Joaquin’s parents, Kevin sat forward and reached for Joaquin’s hand. “Dad, seriously.” He hissed, but Joaquin nodded gently. “Kev, seriously, it’s okay.” Joaquin reassured. “Uh, my parents died in a car crash before we moved to Riverdale, sir.” “I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t know.” Sheriff Keller seemed taken aback. Joaquin shrugged. It really was fine, he had never really known his parents anyhow. The night continued with more surface level, but amiable conversation. Joaquin finished his meal and spent the rest of the night holding Kevin’s hand and enjoying the overall feeling of family. As the night came to a close, Joaquin shook Sheriff Keller’s hand before Kevin walked him out. “Well, that went well.” Kevin smiled, fiddling with the lapels of Joaquin’s jacket. “Yes, I would say it did. You’re very lucky to have a dad that accepting.” Joaquin leaned into Kevin’s touch, leaving mere inches between the two. “I am. Very lucky, I have a dad who is super accepting and now I’m standing, alone, with my very hot boyfriend who I’ve been wanting to kiss all night.” “Oh yeah?” Joaquin goading, bringing them closer. “Yeah.” Kevin mumbled, their lips almost touching. “And what are you gonna do about it?” Joaquin began to tease, but was interrupted by Kevin pressing their lips together. Joaquin, still high off of the success from dinner, felt as if he was suffocating from happiness. This was too much, he shouldn’t be allowed to be a part of something as perfect and sacred as this. Kevin finally pulled away, resting his forehead against Joaquin’s. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.” Joaquin admitted when he regained his voice. “I completely agree, Joaquin. This is pure bliss.” Kevin mused, kissing his boyfriend gently.
Hit me up if you have prompts, ideas, want to beta, or would like to be tagged in my future Kevin/Joaquin fanfics.
Also, if you guys want it, I might write a sequel of this were Kevin meets Joaquin’s brother and maybe some of the serpents.
Summary: As Sheriff Keller’s daughter, you have a lot of rules you have to live by and having Kevin as your protective older brother doesn’t exactly make things easier. Because of this you hid your relationship with Jughead but one night they both found out the truth.
“I really don’t think that’s what Rosebud meant,” you said to Jughead as you walked down the street together, hand in hand. You had just finished watching Citizen Kane at the drive-in. Because of how long the movie was, mostly everyone left before the end. That gave you and Jughead the opportunity to talk over the movie to point out details to one another.
Jughead rolled his eyes. “It’s just something that he liked as a child, representing his childhood.”
“But you’re missing the point!” You laughed. “Rosebud symbolizes his childhood and how it shaped him into the man he was when he died.”
“I disagree.” He shook his head.
“You’re wrong. Just say you’re wrong.” You laughed.
“Fine. I’m wrong.” He laughed and kissed you. You stood on your tip toes and kissed him back happily, loving the little “arguments” the two of you had almost daily.
You slowly pulled away but kept your arms wrapped around each other. “I wish you didn’t have to leave,” you said to him.
Jughead glanced at your house and saw your father’s truck in the driveway. “I could sneak in through the back door,” he suggested. “And I could sneak into your room and I could stay the night.”
“And we can argue about Citizen Kane again.” You smirked.
“Exactly.” He laughed and kissed you. “Come on. Just this once?”
“You’re a bad influence, Jones. What would my father, the sheriff of the town, say?” You grabbed his hand and led him towards your house.
Prompt from anon: Oh yay!!! Well then can I ask for a Kevin x Male!reader (obviously pfft) where the reader is Veronica’s brother who always showers Kevin with gifts but he always does it anonymously and leaves little hints until finally he tells Kevin he’s the secret admirer? I feel it’d be super cute and funny(because I bet Kevin would be irritated that he can’t figure out who it is)!!
A/N: This was fun to write! Hope you like it!
“There’s another one!” Kevin exclaimed as he grabbed the dolphin figurine from inside his locker. “That’s the fourth one this week!”
Veronica looked at you with a knowing smile on her face while you tried to keep as straight a face as possible. You had liked Kevin for ages now and he was completely oblivious. Veronica, however, was not. You were her little brother… Well… Not so little. You were nearly as tall as Archie. Despite that, you were only a freshman, about a year younger than your sister. She was fiercely protective of you and she knew everything about you.
For the last few days, you had been leaving crystal figurines of different animals with little notes on them in Kevin’s locker. You didn’t know how it began, it just… did.
Kevin opened the note taped to the dolphin and began to read it out loud.
“I’ve got a real affinity for you.” he read.
Veronica stifled a laugh at your clever pun and Kevin groaned, making you frown.
“D-Do you not like them?” you asked, trying to keep the worry out of your voice.
Kevin turned towards you.
“No, I love them!” he protested. “I’m just mad I can’t figure out who this “secret admirer” is! It’s driving me crazy!”
You bit back a smile.
“I see.” you answered.
Kevin rolled his eyes and looked down at the figurine in his hand again, smiling softly.
“I’ll tell you one thing though, when I find this person, whoever he is, I’m gonna kiss the daylights out of him.” the brunette boy announced.
Your eyes widened and Veronica nudged you. She gave you a look that screamed, “This is your chance!”
“It’s me!” you blurted out.
Kevin looked up at you, eyes wide.
“You?” he asked.
You blushed and looked down.
“Well, I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds alone now,” Veronica announced. “I’ll see you boys at lunch!”
With that, she walked off, giving you two thumbs up in the process.
You looked at Kevin again.
“You’re the one that’s been leaving me all these presents?” he asked.
You nodded and turned your gaze back down to the floor.
“Why?” he asked.
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as you looked down at the smaller boy again.
“Because I like you, Kevin!” you exclaimed. “Why else?”
Kevin looked dumbfounded and you were beginning to feel like this was a bad idea.
“I-I won’t leave you any more presents, okay?” you nearly whispered. “I just… I don’t even know.”
You shoved your hands in your jean pockets and began to walk away, ignoring the tears making their way into your eyes.
You stopped when you felt Kevin grab your arm. You turned around and the boy cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes widened before you melted into the kiss, your arms going to wrap around the smaller boy (who was standing on his tippy toes’s) waist. When the two of you pulled away for air, Kevin looked up at you with a smirk on his face.
“I think Veronica can wait to hear about our newfound relationship, don’t you think?” Kevin asked.