• Sweet Pea: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack a cold one in another yard, which yard will the boys go to?
  • Fangs: Schrödinger’s boys.
  • Betty: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities.
  • Veronica: Milkshakes, however, do. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hopes of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.
  • Cheryl: Mind you, all this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.
Stalker, Chapter 2

A Sweet Pea x Reader fanfiction

Crumbled photographs of me, I’m in despair, I’m fucking scared 

Originally posted by stelenna

Warnings: Abusive behavior (stalking), swearing, mentions of alcohol and roofies, sexual content in later chapters

Word count: 2,898 

Notes: Tag list is still open, let me know if you want to be on it!

Ships: Sweet Pea x Reader, Kevin x Fangs (later chapters), Choni, Bughead, Varchie

Y/N is a Senior at Riverdale High with her best friends Kevin and Cheryl, and lives mostly on her own on the Southside of Riverdale. But when she starts getting weird notes, letters and pictures delivered to her, and as the feeling of being followed seems to be very real, she finds herself getting help from unexpected places and people to keep her safe, and to find out who is stalking her.

Prologue - Chapter 1 -

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Hate that I love you || Jughead Jones Imagine|| •Riverdale

Originally posted by dailyrivermale

Prompt #14 “ Just please be my best friend right now and not the guy I just confessed my love to ”

“ (Y/N) you need to get here right now!” A panicked Sweetpea ordered over the phone , a little out of breath .

“What? Sweets I’m working my shift at Pop’s , I can’t just leave what’s the matter?” I had already began undoing my apron, pulling it off my head. Sweet Pea never sounds that panicked unless something was seriously wrong regarding Serpent duties.

“I-it’s Jughead (Y/N) .” He responded shakily after a deep breath. “I’m leaving now.” I hung up quickly, cursing to myself as I entered my truck realizing I hadn’t asked Sweets exactly where I had to be. Thankfully he had managed to text me a location.

My heart was racing the entire time , a million thoughts running through my head. Was he hurt? How badly? Was he going to be ok? What happened ?

My knuckles had turned white around the steering wheel , my chest felt heavy as though my lungs were crashing in on me. Sweet Pea sounded terrified to call me which said a lot. He knew how much I loved Jughead , he was probably the only one. I knew Jug since we were kids , we hung out all the time until his mom left and he became closer with Archie instead of me. We rekindled that friendship when he found out his dad was indeed the leader of the Serpents, a gang and family I had found myself being apart of.

I’d always had a love for him but it grew more when he joined the serpents since we were no longer those little kids. Of course he had no idea about those feelings and after he and Riverdale’s little golden girl Betty Cooper became a couple, I had no chance.

Shutting my truck door, I ran over to where Toni and Cheryl held onto each other, Sweets standing off to the side and where Archie and Betty had just joined them. “Sweets..” I choked out and he grabbed me in his arms quickly , holding my back against his chest, his arms drapped against my shoulders and chest.

“Guys…” Archie called out to us, looking over at where FP emerged. I brought a hand over my mouth, Betty walking ahead a little closer to inspect the bruised and beaten body of the boy we both loved.

“Shh. Shh.. it’s okay, he’ll be okay” Sweet Pea whispered in my ear softly, kissing the top of my head. Even through the hot tears which had began to run I could see the look on FP’s face. He was absolutely shaken. Jughead was almost unrecognizable, limp in his arms. I quickly turned in Sweet Pea’s arms, burying my head into his chest , letting out soft sobs. Toni frowned in Cheryl’s arms, rubbing her hand on my back as a sort of comfort even though she knew it wouldn’t help.

“Jug..” Betty gasped softly and I quickly pulled myself together, drying my eyes but still not looking in their direction. Even though I envied her because of the way Jughead loved her , I respected their relationship and I tried my best not to show any sign of having feelings for him around her.

“Sweets, take her keys and meet us at the Hospital, they’re gonna take Jughead there now , it’s better if you drive…” Toni instructed Sweet Pea who nodded, taking my hand and leading me back towards my truck where he settled me in and made his way over to the drivers side. “He’s gonna be okay , (Y/N) …” Sweet Pea reassured looking over at me as I leant against the window. “Sweets, unless you can say that for certain , please don’t… I’m sorry.” I quickly apologized after realizing just how harsh it came out when he was only trying to be a good friend.

“ No need to, I understand..” he started off my truck, following the other serpents on the way to support FP and to await news on Jughead.


“You know it doesn’t hurt to tell him…” FP spoke up from beside me, taking the cap off his new cup of coffee, letting the steam out.

Jughead was alive and well, finally awake. Fp had his time with him and now Betty was in his hospital room, reuniting with her boyfriend. I was next .

It took me a few seconds to register that he was speaking to me. I was nervous to enter Jug’s room and to see him. I hadn’t since the night FP found him , all battered up, I couldn’t.

“Huh?” I turned to him just as he took a sip, confused about what he was talking about. “I’ve been a teenager once (Y/N) and I’ve known you your whole life. I see the way you look at him. I see the way you try to hide your hurt from Betty because you’re afraid of disrespecting her. If you love him, tell him. It won’t hurt to and it’s better than keeping it bottled up forever. God forbid anything like this happens to Jug again but you don’t want it to be too late before you tell him.”

Just as FP had finished speaking and before I could respond, the door to Jughead’s room opened and Betty walked out. “ You can go in now (Y/N) , I’m gonna go grab some stuff at home Mr. Jones, i’ll be back later to check in on him.”

FP nodded at the blonde beauty and ushered me into Jug’s room, shutting the door behind me. “ (Y/N)..” Jughead smiled over at me , sitting upright on the bed. “Jug…” I breathed out softly looking him over. “Wow.. you look a lot better…” I smiled , walking closer to his bed.

“So i’ve heard …” he chuckled “ I feel a lot better than I did before too…” he confirmed and I thought about the night FP found him. They cuts and bruises and how he was almost unrecognizable. I took in his appearance now and a sob overtook my body. I stood in the middle of his room , at the foot of his bed crying because of how much I loved this boy in front of me and of how lucky I was that he was alive today.

“Hey , hey , hey.. i’m okay (Y/N) . I’m not in any pain or anything… C'mere.” He patted the bed next to him, signaling me to sit next to him. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. Best friends forever right.” He joked and I nodded , tears still falling.

“You didn’t even crack a smile. There’s something else bothering you.. what’s wrong?” He asked , turning just a little to face me, concern written all over his face.

I thought about what FP had said. I almost lost the chance to tell Jughead how I felt about him. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him, would it? I thought for a few seconds before looking up at Jughead who was already staring down at me, waiting for me to say something.

“I love you , Jug. I have ever since day 1 and it only confirmed things for me when we became friends again. I know your with Betty but.. I had to tell you. I love you so much, it hurts. I was scared out of my mind, i couldn’t breathe with the thought of loosing you and not getting to tell you how I feel and I -”

“(Y/n)… ” Jughead cut me across from finishing what I had to say. He brought his hand up to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across to dry the tears which had been falling.

He didn’t have to say it. The look on his face alone and the silence as he held my face in his hands spoke for itself. He loved Elizabeth Cooper . He wanted Betty. He didn’t feel the same way. He loved me , but only as a friend.

I nodded to let him know that he didn’t have to explain, I knew. “I hate that I love you…” I sniffled softly . “Just please be my best friend right now and not the guy I just confessed my love to..” I sobbed softly and he nodded, pulling me closer to him, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder as I cried.

I’d move on, but in this moment I was allowed to be hurt. I was allowed to be vulranable and I was allowed to cry. Jug ran his hand up and down my shoulder , allowing me to cry silently and giving me the silent comfort he always did whenever I was upset. He did exactly what I asked. In this moment, he was no longer the boy I had confessed my love to but my best friend who comforted me over my first real heartbreak.

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