Riverdale: A Ghost Town (Male Reader Insert)

Part 2

After finally making it closer to Thornhill, Y/N tries to keep the weird 'Blossom professional' look the gingers seem to have all the time, making sure to keep a good impression on the people that's pretty much bribing him. Getting to meet that producer could mean everything for his career after he's done with the bug invested-hole that is Riverdale. 

"Y/N, do you know when Cheryl told me that she wanted you to come with us, I was a little skeptical of the decision." Clifford speaks to the teen as he begins walking alongside him, once again using the full version of his name. "No offense to you particularly, but you've struct me as someone who wasn't raised for a family whose soul is its business." 

"None taken, I didn't see that in me either." Y/N comments as he turns to face them once they briefly stop for their new conversation. "I only came here for Cheryl, Mr. Blosson, and because I'm very grateful for what Mrs. Blossom is doing for me."

"The Film Producer you mean? Yeah, that would be quite a feather in your cap, now, wouldn't it?" Clifford remarks in a somewhat friendly manner, to which Y/N gives a fake, silent chuckle. "You know, we can be extremely generous, Y/N, to the right people." He then mentions, giving Y/N the hint that he's planning to give him another proposal. "Now later this week, we're hosting a banquet for the board at the Belmont Lodge. It's a simple thing, a little dinner, chit-chat, dancing. We would love to attend as Cheryl's escort. You two make quite the pair."

Still considering this offer, Y/N glances over at Cheryl, who makes eye contact with him in a way that tells him that she's already aware of this beforehand. "Well, I, uh.... I'm surprised and a little honored, Mrs. Blossom. And, I want to, but, um..."

"But nothing" Cheryl chimes in, looking at Y/N with a cute, pleading smile. "You have to come, I'm wearing viridian." She mentions, and he nods with an impressed look, pretending to know what that is. Isn't that supposed to be the thing used for those laser sights on pistols? "He'll need a proper suit, don't you think, daddy?" 

"I'll have my tailor fit you." Clifford confirms as Y/N glances at Chery again, who nods eagerly for him to come. He can't help but notice the way her eyes drop, as if showing a hint of loneliness at the idea he might say no. "If that's not a problem?" Clifford then queries, snapping Y/N back to him. 

"No, no, no. Like I said, I want to, it's just...." Y/N awkwardly sighs. "I'm kind of a... social media kid, Mr. Blossom. My mom and dad are always away for business reasons, and I kind of fall into my own hobbies to distract myself. I'm not really sure I'm made for such a lavish lifestyle." 

"That's precisely why you should come." Clifford insists, encouraging him to get a taste of what he's so nervous about, so he can get used to it later on. "I've met your parents before, they've helped our business many times in the past. You on the other hand, I've heard about what you did for Fred Andrew's construction, you're a hard worker."

"Plus, I need a dance partner." Cheryl then adds with that same perked up smile of hers. Y/N glances at both of them for a couple seconds, re-considering the offer. It isn't that difficult for him to know what his choice will be. "We won't take no for an answer.... N/N." Chery's nickname for him helps Y/N smile at her, before giving Clifford a nod.

Why not, right?

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During the evening, Clifford meets up with his wife in the study room, the first impression of the ambitious kid now left on both of them. "I have to admit, he definitely strikes me as the opportunity-grabbing type, even if he tries his best at hiding it." Clifford comments once he sees Penelope in her chair in the center of the room.

"He'll be the perfect first choice. If all else fails, we can easily move on to Archibald Andrews next." Penelope agreeingly mentions, and Clifford nods taking the other seat next to the coffee table. "Did you do a background check on him?"