Riverdale Preferences and Imagines

You Go Missing

Alright this one is pretty dark, I didn't really know how to make kidnapping innocent or an accident for five different scenarios.

Warnings: Mention of murder, domestic violence, abduction, mention of sexual assault

The mention of sexually assault is a possibility! The context made it seem like that's what it was, but it's not what I'm imagining for a part two. If you are sensitive to that kind of thing, please do not read!

Archie Andrews:

He wasn't sure how it happened. You have been on the phone with him, telling him you would be there in no more than twenty minutes. But after an hour had passed, and you not answering, Archie got worried. He called sheriff Keller, who was hesitant to treat it as a missing persons case. He told Archie to brush it off, maybe your phone died and you headed home. Archie called your mom, asking if you ever came home.

 "Hey, Mrs. (y/l/n), did (y/n) come home?" He asked, Sheriff Keller watching him.

 "No, she told me she was heading to your house. What's wrong, Archie?" Your mom asked.

 "She never came to my house. I think she's in trouble." Archie explained, pulling on his hair. Sheriff Keller went to talk to the team, getting a missing person's report out as soon as he could. Archie hung up the phone with your mom, texting as many people as he could. Almost everyone in Riverdale was out looking for you, in the dark. The temperature was just below freezing, so everyone was uncomfortable. After almost seven hours of searching, Sheriff Keller called it off.

 "Alright, everyone get some rest. We'll continue tomorrow." He announced, everyone gladly heading back to their cars. Betty placed a hand on Archie's shoulder.

 "You coming, Arch?" She asked sweetly, though Archie could see the tears that streaked her face. You and Betty were best friends, and Archie was sure this was killing her as much as it was killing him.

 "I'm going to keep looking." He said, turning away. Betty followed him, deciding to keep looking as well.

 "(y/n)!" Archie called, slowly losing hope. As no response came, Betty broke down into sobs. Archie quickly wrapped his arms around her.

 "Hey, we'll find her." He assured her, grabbing her hand as they walked deeper into the forest around them.

Jughead Jones:

 You went missing all the time. You didn't get along with your parents, causing constant fights and walk outs. Usually you called or texted Jughead, letting him know you had left home. You would also leave some kind of clue for him, you could never text or call him about your location as your parents had access to everything on your phone. But this time was different. When Jughead dropped by, your parents were in hysterics. They explained that you had packed up all your things, and left your phone on the counter. Jughead couldn't find any clues as to where you had gone, and concern overtook his body. Sheriff Keller stopped by, but your parents didn't want to report you missing.

 "She'll be back, eventually." Your father had said with a smile, waving to the Sheriff as he hopped back into his car. Jughead raced out of the house, deciding to visit someone he hadn't seen in awhile. As he approached his dad's trailer, a few stray tears ran down his cheeks. He rang the doorbell, before his dad opened the door. Jughead sighed.

 "She's gone, dad." He whispered. "She's gone."

 FP, pulled his son into a hug, leading him into the living room.

 "No she's not." He whispered back, letting go. Jughead took a step back, looking at your sleeping figure that laid on his couch.

 "What?" He asked, rushing to your side.

"She told me not to call, that you would come by eventually." FP explained. Jughead nodded, brushing your hair out of your face. He was just happy you were safe.

Cheryl Blossom:

 Everyone assumed she would be a wreck. First Jason, and now the love of her life was gone. But Cheryl had remained strong, even as she gave some details to the Sheriff for your missing person's report. No one dared to cross her for the first few days after your disappearance, as they were sure that she was a grenade; the slightest thing could blow her up. And they were right.

 "I'm sorry, but we can't find any sign of her. We have no leads." Sheriff Keller sadly explained to your parents, who were the first to notice you were gone. Cheryl overheard the conversation, as your parents had invited her over. She started to shake uncontrollably, her heart racing faster with every second. Sheriff Keller walked inside, prepared to discuss the details of the crime scene your bedroom now was. Cheryl ran up the stairs, pushing the crime tape out of the way. She sat on your unmade bed, staring at the broken lamp that sat in the corner.

 "Please come home, (y/n)." She whispered, clutching one of your pillows as tightly as she could.

Betty Cooper:

First, there was a call. One specifically to Sheriff Keller, from your neighbour. They were reporting a domestic disturbance after a loud bang was heard from your house. Betty always knew your parents fought often, but when the local newspaper was published with a photo of you and your name in bold letters on the front page, everything fell into place. The bruises that you tried so hard to hide, but always found magnificently planned excuses to cover them up. The fact that Betty had never been to your house, with you always saying something slightly concerning.

"I just don't think you'll be safe there." And that would be the end of the conversation, you returning to your happy self after delving into what seemed like pure darkness.

Your father had taken you, and your mother was found in the kitchen. She was injured, but the doctors at the hospital had assured everyone that she would be okay. Betty had been allowed in with the Sheriff as he asked her some questions.

"Do you know where your husband might have taken (y/n)?" He asked, as Betty shifted in her seat. Your mom nodded.

"He's done this before." She muttered. " But it's never been this long."

"Done what before?"

"Taken her." Your mom muttered, almost falling asleep from her meds.

"Where would he have taken her?" He asked again.

"It's always a lake somewhere. You need to find her." Your mom begged quietly.

"Do you know exactly where the lake might be?" Betty asked suddenly. Your mom shook her head.

"Please, find her. He'll kill her." She whispered, before passing out.

Veronica Lodge:

"Ronnie! I'll be there in like ten minutes." You assured her.

"It's just, it's late. And with a killer running around town-" You stopped her.

"Veronica freaking Lodge! I am fine! I'll see you soon." You promised.

"Okay, I love you." Ronnie said slowly.

"I love you-" Suddenly Veronica heard noises from the other side of the line.

"What are you- oh my god. Please stop!" She heard you beg, before the line went dead.

"(Y/n)?" She yelled into the phone, but quickly hit end call as she sprung up from her spot. She raced out the front door, not caring about her mom's worried calls. She knew it wasn't the smartest thing, but her mind was racing too much to be rational. She followed the route that you always took to her house, noticing your bag lying on the ground. She rushed over to it, picking it up slowly. Shivers ran down her spine as she heard a voice, directly behind her.

"You want to join, sweetheart?"