Hells Paying Fee

Hell’s Paying Fee

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Jughead Jones & Brother!Reader Summary: Riverdale can only bear so many Joneses at once. Word Count: 2916 A/n: It was a jughead brother fic then I went on a tangent on something else then brought it back to centralise Jughead again, so here we are with this (most likely) trainwreck of a post

“You’re insane.”

The cabinet door slams shut as Jughead and Archie stares at the elder boy, the slick back hair perfectly styles. The older Jones leans his back against the kitchen counter, his face moulds a distinct annoyed expression.

“I wouldn’t have come here if I wasn’t,” Jughead looks up at you, watching your shoulder deflate, “Dad’s-”

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I don’t even like Riverdale anymore but I’m too in love with Jughead and the serpents to stop watching

Handshake

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader Request: They’re dating & are like best friends, they have a handshake

No one had seemed surprised when you and Sweet Pea had started dating. You’d been friends for years, having grown up next door to each other for almost a decade before he’d moved and you’d all but begged your parents to let you go with him.

Living in his trailer in sunnyside with him had been easier than expected and no one questioned it when you’d both had joined the Serpent’s. No one said anything when someone flirted with you or Sweet Pea the other glaring and hovering long enough for whoever was flirting to get the message. You’re not sure when it had moved from just pure friendship; there’s never a moment you pinpoint as an ‘aha we’re dating’ it had evolved, when you moved in. It only made sense to save money on a bed, if you really needed one of you could sleep on the couch. It had made sense after that to just go grocery shopping together why waste more money on food when you can just cook for each other. It was easy enough to adjust to sharing the bathroom and the occasional need to knock had mostly vanished after a while of knowing each others habits, the floor was always damp outside the bathroom when one of you was showering, in case the noise of the water wasn’t enough.

Despite the number of times either of you had walked in on the other half changed it seemed nothing changed in your relationship. Sweet Pea had spent ten minutes trying to apologize when he’d kissed you after you’d made him a birthday cake. It had taken twenty minutes after that for both of you to realize not only had you liked it and wanted to do it again, repeatedly but also that nothing had changed besides it being less awkward to wake up asleep on top of him in bed.

“Sweet’s, Jones said he wanted. Oh right.” You roll your eyes fondly sticking your hand out to twist it around his before laughing when he leans over to kiss you. “Jones said he wanted you to- what?” You turn to where Archie and Veronica stare at you both. “You have a handshake?” “You and Mad dog have one!” “We’re friends! Prison cell buddies, its cool for us to have a handshake.” Archie comments and You furrow your brow. “And Sweet Pea and I can’t have that?” “I think what Archie’s saying is he finds it weird because you two are dating, normally only friends have handshakes.”

“We are friends though? We don’t stop being friends because we’re dating; that’d be weird ya know.” You nod along with Sweet Pea’s explanation. “No I know that it’s just, its cute.” Veronica sighs and you can tell she wants to talk more about it but both her and Archie can’t seem to find the way to describe what they’re feeling. “Anyways, Jones said he needed us for a job so I came to find you.” “A job?”

“He needs a couple to stake out one of the cafes on the southside, he thinks its where Malachai and Penny are meeting.” “Well then Y/N would you like to go on a date?” You grin nodding as he gestures towards the parking lot and where you’re sure his bike is.

You’re sitting in the booth in the back watching the doorway while Sweet Pea is awkwardly ordering the drinks and sandwiches you’ve asked him to get. You can spot Malachai and Penny slinking into the café. You’re thanking anybody who’s listening when they sit directly next to your booth and Sweet Pea shoots you a thumbs up from where he’s standing in line. Penny gets up taking her position in the line to order something and you can see Malachai pulling out a stack of paper and starting to spread them out, you snap a few pictures on your phone, and as Sweet Pea walks back he does as well, balancing the plates on his arm.

“So I know we have that english project.” Sweet Pea starts and you can see his eyes drifting to Malachai and Penny as they’re talking in hushed tones. He snickers and you tilt your head watching as Malachai tips a flask into Penny’s drink you can see the disturbance in the foam where he’s already added it into his. “This is a decent café, I’d like not to get kicked out of it.” She sneers and Malachai rolls his eyes.

“You’re not even allowed over this side, the snakes are gonna eat you alive, the baby ones are more poisonous that the adults anyways; can’t jail a minor for killing someone if they claim it self defense.” You share a look with Sweet Pea at his words and can see the bandage Penny still has covering the mark where Jughead had skinned her. “Don’t go getting any ideas you two; just go make out or whatever it is you two do all day.” You freeze when Malachai leans over your table grinning.

“Ooo pesto chicken panini, good choice.” He winks grabbing half from your plate. Sweet Pea’s hand clamps around his arm and Malachai laughs. “You that pissed over a sandwich then?” he sets it back down on your plate and you don’t comment as he and Penny leave, surprised to find a note tucked under the bread. “So? What does it say?” Jughead looks hopefully as you unfurl the note. “Penny’s oxidising too fast for my liking come collect your snake before I send her up to the chop shop.”

“Does the really think we care about Penny getting killed? I mean we kinda do cause they’ll pin her murder on us but-“ “Can’t. Malachai said that they can’t put minors on trial for self defense.” “So what she shows up dead and we hope it looks like self defense so when they try to frame us we don’t actually get-son of a bitch.” Jughead hisses and rubs his nose.

“Y/N, Sweet Pea you’re going on a road trip.” “Really? Where?” “Toledo, there’s a scrap yard up there, I think that’s what he meant.” “Nice, road trip!” You and Sweet Pea cheer and grin, hands already pressed together to repeat the hand shake you always do. “Will you two stop with that, you’re freaking Archie out.”

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I’ve started watching riverdale again and I can feel my love for sweet pea returning... fucking help me.