I Need Help Finding A Oneshot

I need help finding a oneshot

Its a Riverdale oneshot about Sweet Pea cheating on the reader and Fangs suggest that the reader get back at him by sleeping with someone close to him, so the reader sleeps with Fangs and at the end the reader says “oops” when Sweet Pea barges into her room the next morning.

I know it’s somewhere on tumblr but I can’t seem to find it, any help would be appreciated. 

Lazy Mornings

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “63 and 67 separately jughead x reader please if its too much then could you just do 67 thank you”

Prompts:  #63 “I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” - “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”

A/N:  I changed the prompt slightly because I had an idea and just couldn’t completely fit that line into the mix (but it’s only slightly!!!!). if you want to send in a request, feel free, but my requests are closed which just means your request won’t be reaching my radar until the ones I already have are finished!

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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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Can I get stanford!!sammy with prompt three where he overheard the reader talking to her older brother and figures out somehow through the rest of the strangers talk that their hunters too

Tired [Sam Winchester]

Summary: Sam didn’t mean to eavesdrop...but what he hears makes him feel like he may not be as lonely here after all.

Pairing: Stanford!Sam Winchester/Reader, OMC!Andrew/Sister!Reader

Prompt: I’m so tired of the pain and suffering that comes with our lives, ___. Aren’t you tired?

For: Anon

Warnings: m/f

Notes: I hope this is what you wanted, sweetheart!

- THEN -

California was lonelier than he’d expected.

Sam had always thought that such a populated and popular state would be brimming with new ideas and new relationships, but he was wrong. If you weren’t well off (old money or new) or your name wasn’t one that had spread through all manners of common households, you weren’t much. The few that were like him weren’t much interested in talking, only in quietly making their way through life.

He, however, was-as usual-alone in his favorite coffeshop, sipping at a simple black coffee. A couple say to his left, a group of friends to his right, two men behind him, and a woman in front of him. She was furiously typing away on her thick laptop, most likely for her job or school when an old Mustang pulled up. Sam looked at it half heartedly; he could hear his big brother’s voice in the back of his mind admiring the car. He was pretty sure he knew what he would say...

‘Wow...what a fuckin’ beauty, eh Sammy? She doesn’t beat my Baby, but....Wow.’

Sam pulls himself from his thoughts and takes a drink of his coffee as a tall man steps out of the vehicle and approaches the girl. He tenses as she stiffens and chooses to watch warily.

“You need to come home.” The man says quietly after standing behind her silently.

“We’ve never had a home.” The girl says bitterly. The man backs up, looking shocked, hurt, and angry.

“How can you say that?” He asks. “Dad-“

“Was never around!” She snaps, whirling around. “He was a shitty dad and we had a shitty fucking life, being locked away in hotel rooms with fucking pictures drawn everywhere the staff wouldn’t see once we left, Dad and the Mother gallivanting around in that stupid car, with his stupid journal and her stupid twists and bags!”

“Shut up!” The man hisses. “Someone will hear you!”

“Let them! I’m so tired of the pain and suffering that comes with our lives, Andrew!” Y/N snarls. She’s silent for a second, then speaks again, only this time her voice shakes. “Aren’t you tired?”

He doesn’t seem to know what to say to that. She sighs.

“Just go.” She whispers. “I came to Palo Alto for freedom from our shitty lives...Why can’t you respect that?”

Sam’s in shock. These two siblings...they were like Dean and himself.

The man is silent for a second before scoffing, shaking his head, and backing away.

“Mother was right.” He whispers. “You’ll never be one of us.”

He turns and gets back in his car, driving away. The minute he’s gone, she collapses into her chair and cries. Sam sits quietly in his chair for a moment, wondering whether he should go comfort her or let her be.

He makes the best decision he ever could have.

- - - - -

It’s too late to be studying, but they are. They each have semester finals to ace, and since they’re both going into law, they can study together.

After Sam had chosen to comfort her at the cafe, the pair had hit it off. As the months passed, they became dorm mates and then roommates once they left the dormitories and moved into an apartment together. After a year of living their life together, Sam couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Be my girlfriend.” He says suddenly. Y/N looks at him in surprise, and he flushed a bright pink.

“What?” She asks, shocked.

“I-I-I...” Sam stutters. His face goes from pink to red, and he covers his eyes with one hand. “I...I really like you.” He mumbles. “You mean a lot to me.”

There’s a silence between them, and Y/N smiles and takes her free hand in hers.

“You mean a lot to me too, Sam.” She says softly. She takes a deep breath. “You’re all I’ve got here.” She admits. “You’re the only person I’ve trusted in a long time.”

Sam looks up, a hopeful expression on his face.

“You’re the only one I trust too.” He whispers. She leans forward and pecks his lips once.

“Then why don’t we give us a try?”

- - - - -

Two Years Later

“If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?”

The unfamiliar voice is all Y/N hears as she wanders through the dark apartment she shared with her boyfriend. As she walks into the doorway, she sees Sam standing with a strange man; she turns the light on.

“Sam?” She asks curiously. She’s a bit worried too; she nervously nudges the box peeking out from beneath their couch back under it. Sam and the unnamed man turn their heads in her direction in unison.

“Y/N!” Sam says brightly. “Hey! Dean, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

Dean looks her up and down appreciatively.

“Wait, your brother Dean?” Y/N asks curiously, smiling. He nods at her and they stare lovingly at one another until Dean chooses to figuratively step between them.

“Sorry, but I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business.” He says. “But, uh, nice meeting you.”

Sam’s brow furrows.

“No.” He goes over to her and puts an arm around her. “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”

“Okay, fine. Dad hasn't been home in a few days.” Dean says. Sam rolls his eyes.

“So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean narrows his eyes at his little brother.

“Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days.”

Sam’s expression doesn't change while he takes this in. Y/N glances up at him in concern.

“She’s aware of the life, you know.” Sam says softly. “She was a part of it.” He doesn’t admit how she was a part of it; he knew Dean would shoot her immediatelyif he knew. “I’m not going with you.” He continues. “Nothing you say now or ever will change my mind.”

“Sam-“ Dean tries, but his little brother isn’t having it.

“You should go.”

- - - - -

- NOW -

“-take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse, as long as you shall live?” The minister asks.

Sam turns to his breathtaking bride, who chuckles breathlessly. He smiles, eyes shining with happiness.

“I do.” He whispers. The minister turns to Y/N.

“And do you, Y/N L/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse, as long as you shall live?”

She looks up at Sam with a bright, bright smile.

“I do.” She breathes. The minister smiles.

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Winchester, you may kiss your bride!”

The pair throw themselves at each other and their lips lock, arousing raucous cheers from the pews.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Sam Winchester!”

Those in the pews cheer even louder than before and Sam and Y/N finally separate, Sam’s hands on her hips and Y/N’s arms still around him as they stare at each other in adoration.

Far in the back of the chapel, John and Dean stand quietly in the shadows by the door, watching as their son and brother celebrates finally marrying the love of his life. They look at each other, their expressions matching: sad smiles, but smiles nonetheless. They both turn to leave in tandem, Dean glancing back just once. His soft exhale of shock makes John look back and see what Dean had.

By chance, Sam had looked up, and he had spotted them.

And he had smiled.

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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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