(INTERRACIAL) Riverdale Preferences and Imagines (ON HOLD)

Hey | Sweetpea ☁️

Requested : Yes Asiaa1206

Warning : sensitive and triggering topics. fluff.

Summary : Sweetpea and the reader meet for the first time, fluff.

Sorry this took so long to get out, love! I added a bit to make it more interesting. If it's not what you wanted, I could rewrite!

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You pulled your backpack closer to you, and sighed in the cold winter air. Your boots clacked against the rough and charred concrete. The plan was to surprise jughead at the Wyrm, but now you were considering turning back. You were going over the options in your head when you heard another pair of footsteps behind you. You panicked and stopped walking, the footsteps behind you stopped too.

You turned around slowly. You were met with two men, so tall that they towered over you. "What's a pretty 'lil northsider like you doin' here?" He asked smiled creepily. He was drunk, they both were. You could just about smell the alcohol and beer radiating off of them and their breath. You cringed.

"Can you leave me alone?" You took the bold route of saying things. They laughed quite loudly. You rolled your eyes hard.

"Sweetheart, the only way you're leaving is when we're finished with you." He smiled, evily this time. Your eyes widened in fear. You instantly turned around, but to your surprise there were two more intoxicated men behind you. Your heartbeat quickened, and you struggled to find a way to leave as they surrounded you. Your eyes glossed.

They put their sticky and grimy hands on you, and tugged you to a nearby alley. You started kicking and screaming and struggling, doing everything you could to get free. One of them put a hand over your mouth to silence your loud screams. You bit his hand, and if your best to kick one of them away. You successfully got out of their grip but the other two were still there.

With your backpack still on your shoulders, you ran. You ran as fast as you could, lungs burning from lack of oxygen, and head hurting from being overwhelmed. You were focused on looking behind you, so you didn't see the man in front of you. You ran crash into him, but he didn't topple even a little.

"Whoa, are you okay?" He asked concernedly. You couldn't do anything but wheeze and point a finger behind you before your legs gave out and you fell, gasping for air. Your consciousness was fading slowly, but you felt a pair of hands grasp you, and you were moving.

The next thing you heard were doors being thrown open and the sound of sickening silence. Then yells. Yells from all sides of you. You felt something hard on your back, and managed to open your eyes enough to see people looking down at you, with concerned looks on their faces. After that, you blacked out and didn't come back to.

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Your eyes fluttered open, and darted around in panic. Where were you? The place looked to be empty, and little to no light flooded in through the half open curtains. You were lying on your back atop of a bar counter. You climbed down the best you could, but as soon as your feet hit the ground, you toppled forward. Jelly legs. You rolled your eyes, and caught yourself on one of the chairs. You managed to move it and sit in it.

You sighed and put your head in your hands. Your ears perked at the sound of footsteps, and you looked around cautiously. You made eye contact with who seemed to be the man who saved you. He was devastatingly handsome, and he held a hint of concern in his features.

"Are you okay?" He asked slowly and cautiously. "Y-Yeah. Thank you for saving me." He smiled brightly.

"What happened?" He asked. "A couple of guys were trying to . . . harm me, but I got away before they were able to do anything," I looked down nervously.

"Ghoulies." He mumbled under his breath. "What's your name? I'm sweetpea."

"Y/N. So, sweetpea, what can I do to thank you?" You asked almost hopefully.

"Lunch at Pop's?" He offered just as hopeful. You nodded your head and smiled.

"I need help getting down from here, though."