#//and one night forsyth did really want to kiss him. came close.

[viridescent-lance]

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[ rolls: 5+5 😳 ]

After their first attempt, Forsyth's been thinking a lot about the results of his pocky game with Lukas. The exhilaration of a close match against a friend, condensed into a sweet treat--it's nice, when done with someone you like and trust. So when Lukas approaches him for a rematch, what else could he do but accept?

Lukas is more intense this time, determined. His cool red eyes focus in, getting closer and closer. Forsyth is just as ready, making his way down the biscuit, steady and paced. His breath hitches a little at the bump of Lukas's nose against his, but he stays strong, continuing his path.

(Something stirs in the back of his memory, an uncomfortable, thrilling prickle. He pushes it away.)

He should not be surprised when their lips get so close they brush slightly. This is his last chance to pull away. Lukas's, too.

(Clumsy, drunken stumbling in the wake of that terrible lonely time. Tear-stained cheeks caressed, red-rimmed eyes soothed with a damp cloth. A kind gaze, one you could fall into. How could he not want to...?)

Their lips meet, neither willing to back down. Forsyth's heart skips a beat, the cloying sweetness of chocolate mixing between their mouths, and he cannot deny the desire in the moment to stay.

It's exactly why he has to pull away, breathing heavily and swallowing down the biscuit that he hasn't. He can't--he--Lukas is his friend, his dear and close friend who he trusts with his whole heart. He cannot jeopardize that for an impulsive desire.

"I..." If his heart could just stop hammering, if he could return his breath to normal and step back from the charged situation that resulted in this reaction. Surely Lukas will not fault him for this result, at least. The point of the game is to create such tension, a thinly-veiled, juvenile tradition to fish for closeness with crushes. "…it seems we have ended this at an impasse."

(Then why was he so eager to do it with Lukas?)

"I...should go attend to my duties." It's a flimsy excuse, but he can hardly stand to look at Lukas now, especially not the flecks of chocolate and crumbs surrounding his mouth. Which of them were originally in Forsyth's mouth? "The students are getting into an abundance of trouble today, given, well. You know. So, I should get to my patrol."

He briskly walks away, no particular direction in mind. He feels guilt weigh down the giddiness in his stomach like lead. Oh, he must tell Python about this...

[finalfrontierpioneer]

2020 Fic Recs

Okay, I did a fic rec list last year for 2019, and nobody asked for this, but you know what, I’m gonna do another one. Really the only thing I wanna look back on about 2020 is the fic- bc damn there were some good ones!

Same as last year, these are fics that were completed in 2020. (So no in-progress fics here)

So here goes, 20 fic recs for 2020, in no particular order! And full disclosure, these are all totally different ratings/pairings/whatever.

I tried to tag all the authors who had tumblrs, but i probably missed some, and some of them aren’t actually working but hey! the username is there!

Some stucky bc of course

Sharpened Claws by tragicama (Explicit)

Steve Rogers has a unique talent of getting himself into danger. As one of New York City’s best homicide detectives, it isn’t easy to ignore the constant call of trouble and gore. At least, that’s what he tries to tell his overprotective and brooding boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, even if he knows it might be a lie.

Bucky is dangerous, gorgeous. . .and a werewolf. As the Alpha of New York City, he is easily considered the most powerful being in the world. But when Bucky begins to lose his control over his shift, he slowly becomes aware of a bond that sends him reeling, and one he’d never thought possible.

But everything is not as it seems. After a homicide case unleashes a sequence of events that neither Steve nor Bucky are prepared for, they soon find themselves entangled with a danger that threatens to rip them apart. With the help of Steve’s partner and best friend, Sam, Bucky and Steve navigate a dark web of pack politics, masquerade balls, and a crash course in what it means to be a pack, even as a greater danger looms. And one that might succeed in ripping them apart.

These Happy Gilded Years by crinklefries @spacerenegades, nalonzoo (Teen)

Steve Rogers, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and mostly happy disposition, had lived twenty-three years in the world with very little to distress or vex him.

( Steve is wealthy and and charming, with good humor and good temper, doted upon by his mother and the highest of New York Society, with no one to ever criticize or say the word no to him. Well, other than Bucky. But he doesn't count.

He is also warm and friendly and has a talent for matchmaking. Or so he thinks. Actually, he's kind of terrible at it.

Importantly, Steve will definitely never fall in love or marry, himself. He tells everyone this, repeatedly. Well anyway, we'll see about that. )

Jane Austen's Emma, but a little gayer, set in 1890s Gilded Era New York City

Demon Seed by SucculentHyena (Mature)

[Transcript 00:11:48]

MS: You were with him the most throughout the course of events, both before and after. Your account could shed light on something we may have missed.

JB: What difference will that make?

MS: It could make all the difference. Captain Rogers’ case is unprecedented, he’s the most intact victim we’ve ever recovered-

JB: [laughing] You call that intact?

A Noble Steed by alby_mangroves @albymangroves or @artgroves, leveragehunters (Teen)

"You say the Warhorse showed up last night," Sam said in tones of profound doubt.

"Yeah," Steve replied.

"The Warhorse. The Warhorse of legend. Daelland's Warhorse."

"The same as the one on the back of the transit card, yes."

"And he appeared in your living room?"

Steve eyed the Warhorse, very large and very black and giving him a dubious look out of his strange grey eyes. "He's standing in it right now."

"Uh huh," Sam said.

"Hey, I'm not any happier about it than you are."

* * *

Steve's mom had left Daelland long before he was born, following her heart to New York, but she'd raised him on stories of its famous Warhorse. Before she died, he'd promised he'd go back and learn the country she'd come from.

That was why he was in Daelland. Not so Daelland's legendary Warhorse could appear in his living room. But planned or not that's what had happened—now Steve had to figure out what to do about it.

a hat, a horse (a Hyundai), and the will to ride by elkane @elkane, synonym4life @synonym-for-life (Explicit)

After Steve and Bucky rescue their pals from the Raft prison, they decide to dig deeper into Zemo’s involvement in the UN headquarters’ bombing which sends them on a backpacking trip across select European countries. Steve and Bucky believe this is a story about their mission. Scott Lang and Sam Wilson, who join them halfway through, believe it’s a story about their Eurotrip (and they’re probably right). This writer, however, has been waiting to tell you that the fic’s true mission is Steve and Bucky missioning towards missionary.

Follow them on their journey across Europe in tiny cars, packed subway trains and even on skis as they tumble down the Swiss Alps (in a fun way this time!), all the while reigniting untold feelings of the past through inappropriate sexual encounters and terrible communication skills.

someday at christmas (there’ll be no wars) by stevebuckiest @stevebuckyinc (not rated)

A mission on Christmas. Not even on Christmas, technically. A mission after Christmas which means he and Steve and the Howlies will be trekking through the tundra towards possible death on what used to be Bucky’s favorite day of the year. Jesus Christ.

(alternatively: bucky and steve try to make the best of a shitty situation)

the cabin by natalie_nebula (Explicit)

It felt like he… It felt like they were always so close. Everything seemed like it was under control. He remembers hearing Wanda’s voice, seeing a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. He remembers yelling something back at her, telling her to stop, to not come any closer. He remembers a bright flash, then a boom, and ringing in his ears. He remembers a black blur, and hands on his back, around his waist, then—darkness…

After the explosion in Lagos, Steve wakes up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and all he knows is that Bucky's the one who brought him there. While Sam, Nat, and the other Avengers try to figure out what happened to their friend, Steve takes the time away to heal—both his relationship with Bucky, and with himself. My cozy, romantic, and introspective Civil War rewrite.

Every Feeling by Nestri (Explicit)

Steve completely surprises Bucky with a visit, scent thick with heat. The Alpha keeps his hands to himself until Steve makes it clear he doesn't want him to.

Halbarry!

A Speedster and a Space Cop get into a Car by ChocolateTeapots @chocolateteapotsvis (Teen)

Hal and Barry embark on their most perilous mission yet: picking Wally up from the airport.

For Halbarry Week, Day 3: First Times “And you just called me Barry, genius”

Crosswind by Cinderstrato (Explicit)

Hal had collected plenty of regrets over the years. What was the weight of one more?

Just A Mark by the_butler @the-butler-fanstuff (Mature)

“What a nerd.”

Barry had been haunted by these words all his life, seeing as they were his soulmate’s mark. It came out during puberty, just like everyone else’s, but by then he was already well on the way to being a ‘nerd’ so to speak. He wasn’t just some guy claiming to be nerd because he was into Dungeons and Dragons or anime, oh no. He was a bona fide science nerd- went to interstate science fairs and competitions even.

—————(Originally a one-shot, now continued)——————

Barry Allen was working at the forensics lab of Central City PD when it waltzes the new transfer from Coast City, Detective Hal Jordan, not just into the lab but also into his life. There’s the matter of them being soulmates- but Barry is unconvinced. Science tells him there’s a likely chance that they’re just platonic soulmates, so Hal suggests an experiment of sorts: they go on three dates, and then decide whether or not they’re just platonic, or something more.

Tired by ceelolights @ceeloilights (Gen)

Hal comes home to Barry still working late into the night.

Last but most certainly not least, Jeronica:

The long way round to heaven by Bearfacedcheek (Mature)

“This could screw everything up. Jesus why couldn’t you just, fucking not?”

“I did just fucking not Jughead,” she retorts hotly. “I’ve been not for months. No one was ever supposed to know, least of all you. So, don’t blame me for what you saw when you invaded a private moment.”

“Oh, my bad Veronica,” sarcasm, his most comfortable armour, wraps itself around his words. “Did my near-death experience compromised your privacy? I’m sorry that my spirit took an astral fucking walk out of my almost corpse and y-”

“Don’t,” she gasps. Her hand flies to her mouth and it trembles visibly as she draws it away. “Don’t say that. Jesus Jughead we almost lost you.”

sadder, badder, cooler by thefudge @thefudge (Teen)

AU. Just who is Veronica's mysterious new husband? (based on season 5 spoilers)

all i’ll ever need is you by whatacoolkid @whatacoolkid (Teen)

jughead and veronica but make it ✨christmas✨

destined to be forgotten by bothromeoandjuliet @kindnessinpain2000 (Teen)

There are plenty of broken things in Riverdale - broken families, broken trust, broken hearts - but in the middle stands the two most broken things of all, Veronica Lodge and Forsythe 'Jughead' Jones.

(Jughead and Veronica learn about the Barchie kiss - this is the aftermath)

I Really (Don’t) Know What I Want by Bella_Dahlia @bella-dahlia (Mature)

There were many potential disasters to befall an average weirdo high school student; when one had an active imagination and a love for John Hughes films, as Jughead Jones did, you sort of assumed you had foresaw the possibilities. Plus, after solving a sordid murder and joining a gang, he really thought he gone through his fair share of teenaged trauma.

Having to fake a relationship to save his best friend from dedicating his life to a mafia and getting punched repeatedly in the process definitely had not crossed his mind before now.

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Or, Jughead and Veronica don’t really know what they’ve gotten themselves into.

all the lovers with no time for me by Krewlak (Mature)

jeroncia goes to stonewall. that's it. that's the fic.

call it what you want to by an_expensive_imagination (Teen)

“First things first,” Veronica says, reaching up to slide the ever-present gray beanie off his head, “no beanies in college.”

And here’s a one off random spideypool:

Shooting For Your Heart by X_Gon_Give_It (Teen)

“In my defense, I didn’t expect you to get hurt.”

“And I didn’t expect to be run out of town, yet here we are.”

He went suddenly stiff, “Wait...you were run out of town?”

“As if you didn’t know,” Peter grumbled, but when he looked up he did a double-take at Wade's confused expression. “Almighty, you really don’t know, do you?” he snapped the drawer shut, “Well, after that little fiasco by Two-Stone Canyon, a little rumor spread that me and you were in cahoots. The rumor got some ground and it turned the whole town against me. I was run out before I could defend my case. Why'dya think I was out there the other night to begin with?”

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When Peter Parker, a deputy known as Webslinger, gets accused of working with the West's deadliest outlaw he finds himself on the run from the people he once trusted. In an effort to prove his innocence, he finds himself captured by the very outlaw tarnishing his name.

[emotionalsupportfiction]

helloo can i please have k from the fluff alphabet list? i want to hear your thoughts on all three, but if that’s too much then lukas please :)

Anonie-nony~ I’d gladly write for all the boys~ I’d never pass on writing for Python. Barista voice: AN ORDER OF KISSES FROM THE RGB TRIO COMING RIIIIIIIGHT UP~!

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Forsyth

·       His kisses are often very sudden, passionate, and just a little bit… messy. He’s just so in love with you, he can’t help himself get carried away.

·       A first kiss with Ol’Fors is a heat-in-the-moment affair. Maybe you both held eye contact for a long time or the way you smiled was just so irresistible he lost all restraint.

·       He quickly leaned in to give you a kiss and in the process (or momentum) some teeth…uh… “clinked”. Forsyth turned beet red, beyond ashamed at his brazen attempt and maybe even hurting you. He apologized profusely, vowing to never speak to you again if that was what you wanted.

·       You couldn’t help but chuckle, he looked so cute, flustered and stumbling all over his words. You cupped his face and asked him for another kiss, slower and gentle this time.

·       Well… Forsyth couldn’t say no to that now could he?

Lukas

·       Lukas is above average in kissing, there’s just that hint of hesitation sometimes. You could tell he was still teetering between being okay with physical intimacy and not being completely comfortable with it.

·       You noticed Lukas stealing glances from you all-night. He’d often try to find excuses to be alone with you. “How bold of him.” you thought

·       Once you were both alone, there was some light banter but you couldn’t help but notice how Lukas’ eyes lingered at a particular part of your face. “You can kiss me, you know that right?” Lukas felt his face warm up, only you could elicit such reactions from him.

·       You stood still and close your eyes in anticipation. You could feel him lean in closer, resting his head on yours, kissing the bridge of your nose then brushing his lips against your skin, as if painting a path towards your awaiting lips. At first he pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, the first taste leaving him wanting more, he soon followed that up with another more passionate (by Lukas standards) kiss.

·       Something about that moment, how he came back for more than one, there was yearning, warmth, and a feeling of comfort.

·       He asked “Bold of me to ask but… may we continue this when we’re in a more private setting?”

·       Bold of him to ask indeed but there was something about that you liked so much

Python

·       I could be playing favourites here but given this man’s experience (and pride) he’d be a pretty good kisser. Given the atmosphere, he can be passionate with lots of tongue action or really sweet and mellow (DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT HIS MELLOW SIDE THOUGH. HE’LL DIE)

·       You both skipped some “unimportant” chores or training to chill under a tree just a ways away from camp. Both of you were lying on the ground, your head resting on his arm. A comfortable silence blanketed the moment, he leaned in to bury his face into your hair planting a few kisses for good measure.

·       He’d tilt your head to reach your temple then your forehead. One thing leads to another and you feel his breath ghosting over your lips. Python was staring deep into your eyes, you could feel your heart melting from his gaze’s intensity. As he moved in close the gap between your lips, he closed his eyes and so did you. Your lips moulded into each other, locking into a deep kiss. He’d suck on your bottom lip lightly before breaking the kiss, giving you a little wink.

[riverdalepoet]

ALL I EVER WANTED (part 1)

A/N: I know I primarily post poetry, so this is my first fic to post on this page. I have such a soft spot for Sweet Pea and know that any wife he may have has to have a little spunk- cue Emma. Hope you Enjoy!! (I posted this originally on my Tumblr, Riverdale Poetry, and am posting it here now)

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All my life, I had dreamt of this moment. Some would say it was a silly dream, but all I ever wanted was to be somebody’s mother.

I imagined this time as miraculous and beautiful, but in reality, gritting my teeth and sweating through another contraction was really getting old. Thirty-two hours of slow and painful labor had proven that my son would be just as stubborn and mule-headed as Sweet Pea.

My patience was wearing thin, my mother was dancing on my last nerve, and my husband was, unfortunately, receiving the product of my discomfort.

“I swear to God if you don’t make her leave, I’m divorcing you,” I muttered, reaching for my ice chips.

“Hey,” he responded defensively with his hands in the air. “I’m not the one who asked her to be here.”

“Well, you should’ve stopped me.” I pouted. He chuckled but gave in to my wishes. “I’ll talk to your dad and get him to distract her, okay.” I nodded eagerly as he walked out the door.

When he came back in, I was sitting up, arms crossed indignantly, and crying. I was weak, I was hurting, and I was just plain frustrated.

He came quickly to sit at my side. “Sweet Pea, this fucking hurts. I’m so tired.”

“I know. You’re doing so good. We’re getting so close to meeting him.”

“Pea,”

“What, baby?”

“We are never having sex again.”

He cocked his eyebrow and laughed, bringing his hand to cup my cheek. Pulling me close to him, he nibbled briefly at my ear and whispered, “I’m sure I can change your mind.”

I shove him away and throw my pillow towards his head, laughing as he jumped off the bed, ducking in surprise. “I’m in labor, you weirdo.”

“You are having my baby. You have never been sexier than you are right now.”

Sighing and shaking my head, I answered my goofy husband. “That’s sweet and all, but I really just want to hit you. That’s all I can think about. You did this to me.”

His lips twitched into my favorite mischevious half-smile, and he retook his place right next to me. He took my hand and kissed me on the forehead, paying no mind to the sweat that was trickling from my scalp. “I love you too, beautiful, so fucking much.”

I smile at him weakly and lift his hand to my face. “If you keep mom from coming back in here for good, I’d love you a whole lot more.”

“And just how am I supposed to do that? You want me to call the National Guard, and get them to block the entrance of the room,” he teased.

“No, smartypants, but you could call the Serpents. Duh.”

He stared at you, pursed his lips, and scoffed. ”Babe…”

“Yes, precious,” I giggled.

“Your mother scares them. They aren’t going to get in her way, and I can promise you that.”

“Fine,” I huffed reaching for my phone and typing in Jughead’s number as fast as I could. Sweet Pea just watched in amusement. “I’ll give them something to be scared of.”

“Jones…No, I haven’t had the baby. Look, I need a favor. I need you to get a few Serpents to distract and prevent my mom from coming into this room…What the hell do you mean, no?… Listen here, pal, if you or Pea or anyone let her or anyone else in here, I’m going to hand all of your asses to you, pregnant or not…When you have an 8-pound human trying to exit your body, and taking his sweet time doing it, you can call the shots. Until then, guard my fucking door, or I’ll shove that precious beanie of yours down your throat. I mean it, Forsythe…Room 402, thank you.”

I smiled triumphantly, slapping my phone into Sweet Pea’s open hand. “I was wrong about you, Em. Motherhood won’t soften you.”

“Damn straight. I’m still a Serpent through and through. If I could only scare our son out of me.” Sweet Pea plopped on the bed and slung his arm over my shoulder. He reached for the tv remote and turned on Law and Order. I rubbed my belly and thought back on all the decisions I made that got me here.

Moving to Riverdale and starting Southside High introduced me to the Serpents. Joining the Serpents is how I met Sweet Pea. Befriending him is why we started hooking up, and hooking up is how we fell in love. We were two lonely teenagers, jaded by our circumstances and blinded by sheer lust. The warm hands he used to make me dizzy became the same hands that put me back together when my brother was killed. Since then, I’ve spent the better part of the past five years happily arguing with the love of my life, and soon to be the father of my baby.

I thought I lost him once. A job that Jughead and FP sent him on went south, and he was beaten and left unconscious. I got the call in the dead of night and slapped Jug for letting Pea go alone as soon as I got to the hospital. Walking from the door of his hospital room to his bedside was the hardest ten steps I’ve ever taken. I collapsed at the side of his bed, burying my head in the sheets and sobbing. When he finally woke up, he pulled me up to lay next to him. His strong arms held me close, and his baritone voice promised me he wasn’t going anywhere.

After he was released from the hospital, we decided to move in together. By my next birthday, we were engaged. Fangs officiated our wedding, and just like that, Emma Carter became Emma Wilson. Before I knew it, I was throwing up every morning, afternoon, and night. When I told him I was pregnant, I was terrified. We had only been married for a few months and hadn’t planned on having kids for a while. The smile that broke on Sweet Pea’s face, however, melted away any worry I had.

While I was pregnant, Sweet Pea made sure I wanted for nothing. Every odd request and three a.m. craving was granted without complaint. He rubbed my back and told me every day how beautiful I was. He showed off every sonogram picture to our friends; and when we found out we were having a boy, he had a special Serpent onesie made. I couldn’t imagine anyone else to be doing this with than my protective, sweet, excited, funny, loving Sweet Pea.

My doctor bustled in, interrupting my flashbacks, and drawing me back to this moment. “Alrighty Emma, let’s see how we’re doing.”

Sweet Pea took my hand as the doctor examined me. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor stood up and pressed the call button on my remote.

“Nurse, yes, let’s get Mrs. Wilson moved to a delivery room, please. It’s time to meet this baby.” She smiled and patted my leg. “You ready to roll?”

“Dr. Shows, I was ready two months ago, let’s go!” She smiled at us and left to scrub in, leaving me and Sweet Pea alone again. It took all of two seconds for him to jump off the bed and dance around the room. “It’s time. It’s time!”

“Alright, alright.” He walked towards me once he had gotten it out of his system, “Let’s go meet our boy!” I said, pulling him down by his dog tags for a kiss.

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Forty minutes, too many pushes, and seven curses thrown at Sweet Pea later, and I finally fell back against the bed, defeated. My chest was heaving, my head was spinning, and I was trying my best to keep my eyes open and trained on Pea’s face.

He was smiling tenderly, with big tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked back at me and said, “Em, we did it! He’s here.”

“I did it, thank you,” I replied weakly, still not noticing the “he” he was referring to.

Suddenly, I felt a warmth on my chest and moved my glance to see the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. He was here. Our son was here. One look and I was back- entirely focused, and immediately forgetting every pain of the past forty hours. I had been broken and reborn in this room, and I knew with one hundred percent certainty that I was meant to be his mother.

Sweet Pea seemed to be in the same trance I was, completely hypnotized by our beautiful baby. When the nurse took him to clean him up, we clung to each other, passing sloppy kisses and breathy, “I love you’s” back and forth.

We spent the next few days memorizing every detail of our son and introducing Carter James Wilson to our friends and family. As Sweet Pea passed the baby to Betty’s excited arms, he asked Jughead how it felt to be on the receiving end of my wrath.

Jug just shook his head in response, and I rolled my eyes. “You listen here, Curtis Eugene Wilson, if I wasn’t high on Percocet, and blissfully obsessed with our child right now, I’d make you scared of me, too.”

“I love you too, beautiful,” he winked and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

I smiled sweetly and reached for Carter. This moment- my son in my arms, my husband by my side, and the ones we love here with us- this is what I dreamt of. This moment is all I everwanted.

[theangriestpea]

Crowned : three

Summary: Two blonde princesses, two dark-haired princes, and one plotting marquess. Lily is in love with a secret admirer. Shanna doesn’t want to ascend to the throne. Jughead wants to spend the day writing poetry. Sweet Pea would rather be out on his horse. And Reggie just wants to be king. <ao3> <masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC, Jughead Jones x OC

Word Count: 7.6k+

Warnings: smut (now with actual plot!), unprotected sex (wrap it up xoxo)

A/N: This is way longer than I intended. :x

Part Three: Happiness

Hazel eyes flew open as gasps of air escaped her open mouth. The crown princess of the Northside kingdom sat up and ran a hand damp with cold sweat through her hair. Another night, another nightmare. Her heart banged painfully in her chest, the sound hammering loudly in her ears.

Someone knew her secret. What she did. Someone knew and was threatening to blackmail her.

Shortly after being comforted by her little sister, Shanna found a handwritten note in her bedroom that read: I know what you and the prince have done. You will give me what I want or else the whole kingdom will know how much of a whore you are.

It plagued her twenty-four seven over the course of the past three days. No other demands had been made yet. She had no idea who this could be or what they wanted. What she did know was that if anyone found out about her sleeping with Prince Sweet Pea, then it would ruin the alliance the North and South had for the time being. They needed their army. Her kingdom could fall without it.

She’d been waking up almost every hour during the night and she knew she was starting to look terrible because of it. Not only because of the nightmares but also because just the thought of Sweet Pea had her eyes tearing up. She felt so miserable.

Lily had noticed the decline in her sister’s mental health. She tried to get her to talk about what was happening, but Lavender just would shut her out. She knew there had to be more going on than what she happened with the Southside prince.

Shanna laid back down and stared up at her ceiling. She was afraid to close her eyes. She was afraid to fall asleep just to see her kingdom in ruins again. Overrun by Greendale and its horrid queen. Her family dead. Nothing left to her name but the smoldering rubble that was once her home.

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“What color scheme were you thinking for the wedding, Princess Shanna?” The wedding planner asked as she jotted down various notes. It was the first official day of planning. There had so far been talks of location and time. The king and princes discussed treaty finalities before the wedding process could begin. The time had finally come to start getting the ceremony together.

Shanna was exhausted. Despite the heavy amounts of concealer under her eyes, there were dark circles prominent under them. It was obvious that something was bothering her. Despite this she answered the questions, “lavender and sea foam green.” She replied.

The young Lodge woman looked up at the princess, her expression skeptical. “Your highness, if I may be so bold, I believe jewel colors would be more appropriate than pastels. Ruby red, emerald green, onyx. They are more sophisticated than pastels. How about a deep purple instead?”

“You may not be so bold.” Shanna practically snapped at her, “I want pastels.”

“Your father mentioned that he’d prefer darker, more regal colors, Princess.” Veronica said in an attempt to reason with her. “It is a more customary tradition. How about royal blue and gold to match the family crest?”

Shanna’s tired eyes narrowed. “No. I hate the family colors. I don’t care what my father wants, it’s my wedding. It’s the only wedding I’m ever going to get and I want lavender and sea foam!”

Ronnie could tell she wasn’t going to get anywhere with the princess. She looked to the crown prince instead. “Prince Forsythe…please, talk some sense into her.”

Jughead looked between the two girls. “It is Princess Shanna’s wedding day. She can have whatever she wants. Including a pastel color theme. We can always get another planner if you’re not willing to do it.”

“N-No, your highness, I can do it. Pastels sound lovely, I’m sure the king will understand.” She said after his threat. This was her first royal wedding and she need it to go well in order to get hired by other kingdoms. She only landed this job because her father was a powerful duke from York.

Shanna let out an aggravated sigh, not appreciating the fact that her fiancé’s word held more weight than her own. Jughead glanced at her, noticing how tired she looked. They had been going at this for an hour and a half now. He supposed she could use some rest.

“Why don’t we stop here for the day? The princess looks like she could use a break.” Jughead said, giving Ronnie a look that dared her to say no.

Veronica shuffled her papers together before nodding, “yes, Prince Forsythe, this is a good stopping point. We can continue on tomorrow. Is that alright, Princess Shanna?” She asked, wanting to include the princess in the decision.

Shanna sighed. It didn’t matter if they did more today or tomorrow. She’d be just as distracted and drained then as she was now. “That’s fine.” She finally muttered before standing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have other things I need to do.”

The princess turned and left without another word, disappearing into the corridor while the prince gave a worried look to her retreating back.

In an attempt to find out what was going on with his betrothed, Jughead sought out the woman he truly loved. Though he could not deny that the predicament they were in was putting strain on all of them, he did not understand why Shanna seemed so sleep deprived. He wanted to make sure everything was alright and he knew for a fact that she wouldn’t open up to him herself.

He found the younger sister observing a painting of the late queen in the hallway. She was looking at the deceased with such fondness, as if hoping the painting would come alive and respond. He did not know much about the queen’s passing, just that an illness had overcome her shortly after giving birth to Lily. The king had never remarried.

“Princess Lillian.” Jughead said with a soft smile to break the girl out of her reverie. Lily’s head turned to look at him. She did not smile back. Instead a very firm look of dissatisfaction was one her face. He wondered if this was because he had been too busy to see her the past few days.

He noted that they were alone and thought it okay to proceed. The prince stepped up to her and took her face in his hands, dipping down to try to plant a kiss on her soft lips.

A delicate finger came up to press against his mouth to stop him. Jughead gave her a quizzical look. “Do not kiss me, prince. Not until you fix this.” She said in a tone that was light but lined with a sharp edge.

Jughead wasn’t sure what he needed to fix. He pulled away from her with a disappointed look. “I apologize for not coming to you sooner. I have been busy with negotiations with your father and wedding planning. I haven’t had time to seek you out until today.”

Lily continued to frown, “that is not what I mean. I know you’ve had a full schedule. I mean you need to talk to your brother. I will not accept any affections from you until you fix whatever it is going on between him and my sister.”

“There’s something going on between them?” Jughead asked, confounded. “I thought they barely tolerated one another. They’ve both been acting distant but I thought it was just the engagement. He doesn’t want to settle down and she knows I care about you.” He honestly had no idea what she was talking about. Shanna and Sweet Pea always bickered when he saw them together.

A look of clear frustration passed over her, “do you two not talk? You don’t know anything about what happened a few days ago? In the stable?”

The prince continued to stare at her with confusion. “My brother and I aren’t exactly close, Lily. We don’t really talk about relationships. What happened?”

“They had sex, Jughead!” Lily said, throwing her hands up in exasperation at how clueless he was. “They had sex and he just left her there afterwards and was a complete asshole! You’ve seen her more than I have these past few days, she looks so sick! I know she’s hurting and I’m not going to kiss you or anyone else until she’s no longer in pain.”

He was completely dumbfounded. “Wait…Sweet Pea deflowered your sister? And then left her? Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know! He’s your brother! She won’t open up to me anymore. She’s completely closed herself off.” Lily said, trying to keep her voice low to make sure no one else heard them. “So you better talk to him and make him apologize to her before she gets sick.”

Jughead pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. He felt like he was forever cleaning up his brother’s messes. It was so bothersome. Of course he didn’t care that he had slept with his bride to be. He didn’t care if she was a virgin or not when they got married. He just didn’t want to deal with this. He’d rather be spending time with Lily instead. “Alright. I will go talk to him and see what happened. Once they make up, can we please kiss?”

Lily flashed him a satisfied smile, “We can kiss until our lips turn blue, your highness.” She said happily. “Whenever my sister is happy again and doesn’t look like a total mess.”

After a brief search of the castle, the oldest prince found his brother in the strategy room that held the war table. He was looking down at the figurines on it pensively, hand on his chin as he went over strategic moves in his head. Sweet Pea was always the better strategist. It was his job to lead the army. Soon he would be accepting the role of training the Northside ranks so that they’d be up to par in a fight with Greendale.

“Sweet Pea, is there something you’d like to tell me?” Jughead asked, hoping that he’d just confess to whatever it was that he did. His brother ignored him, moving one of the horsed figures to another territory on the table.

Sweet Pea had a distinct feeling that Jughead had found out about him sleeping with his fiancée. “No.” He replied coolly, eyes roving over the positions of the figurines.

Jughead let out an annoyed sigh, “Nothing about popping the princess’ cherry?” He asked, his tone a little harder to iterate the fact that he wasn’t going to accept a cold shoulder.

The dark prince stiffened before glancing over his shoulder at his older brother. “I didn’t pop her cherry.” He said in a gruff tone. Why did Jughead care anyway? He was infatuated with Lily.

“Lily told me you two slept together in the stable. Are you saying she lied?” Jughead pressed further.

“No. We had sex in the stable because she practically ordered me to. She just wasn’t a virgin. I didn’t take that from her, someone else did.” Sweet Pea clarified. He wasn’t about to take the fall for taking her virginity. She could explain that to them herself.

Jughead felt another wave of confusion wash over him. “Wait, she wasn’t a virgin? Why did she make you have sex with her?”

Sweet Pea almost commented that she didn’t force him to do anything. He was a more than willing participant. He decided not to though. “I didn’t believe her when she said she wasn’t. Not at first. But, she was telling the truth. She wasn’t in any pain when I entered her and there was no blood. As to why, she heard how good my dick was and wanted it for herself.”

The prince decided to ignore how crude his brother was being. Shanna wasn’t a virgin like the king thought? Then who was her first? The fact that she had sex wasn’t a big deal, but he was worried about what her former partner would do about the engagement. Would he try to ruin the alliance?

“Alright, why did you leave her there? Lily says you treated her like an asshole afterwards.” Jughead asked, hoping he’d get a straight forward answer.

Sweet Pea’s body visibly tensed. He didn’t want to tell anyone why he left. He didn’t dare to say it out loud. Jughead crossed his arms and tapped his foot, a show that he wasn’t in the mood for being patient. “She’s my fiancée, I have the right to know why you hurt her. Have you even seen her lately? She looks like she hasn’t slept in days.”

His stomach twisted painfully at the thought of her hurting. Jughead seemed to care about her well-being as well, although that was somewhat expected since he needed her well to ascend the throne. The Southside needed money. Most of their resources had been exhausted. They had just finished negotiations for food and supplies to be sent down to the south just yesterday.

“I left because I enjoyed it.” He admitted in a voice that was softer than usual. “I enjoyed laying with her and holding her. It was peaceful.” He turned his head away from Jughead as a blush crept up his neck. “I’m not supposed to feel that way about anyone, especially the crown princess.”

Jughead’s expression softened. Sweet Pea always became a massive jerk whenever he was met with feelings that confused him. Jug knew this from experience. No wonder he had acted the way he did, it was what was natural to him. He briefly wondered if Sweet Pea felt that he shouldn’t be feeling the way he did because Shanna was betrothed to someone else or if it was because it was his brother that she was promised to. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

“You care about her.” Jughead said, watching as Sweet Pea flinched at the thought. “It doesn’t bother me. Just as me wanting to be with Lily doesn’t bother you. All feelings I have for her are platonic.”

A sigh left Sweet Pea’s lips as he leaned forward against the table, putting his hands on the tabletop to support himself. “Why pursue something that can never happen?” He asked in a biting tone. “What is the point?”

“Happiness,” Jughead replied simply. “Even if it is fleeting. Plus, who is to say we can’t swap wives every now and then once the deal is done?” The question was more of a joke than a serious inquiry. There was never a doubt in his mind that he and Lily couldn’t be together secretly. Even if their meetings were only under the cover of night.

Sweet Pea gave him an incredulous look. What would happen to the kingdoms if they were caught? In theory, Jughead and Shanna would be the ruling monarchs. Their word would trump all. Still they had the loyalty of the people to think about. Would they lose the element of trust from the other Lords if word got out? It was so much to think about.

“Shanna is sick.” Jughead stated, hoping to rattle his brother into action. “She’s pale and though she tries to cover it with makeup, there’s dark circles under her eyes. Something is going on with her and she won’t tell Lily anything. Apologize to her. Extend an olive branch. If the king notices that his daughter is ill then he might call the whole thing off.”

He didn’t want that to happen. Not with everything that was at stake. Sweet Pea decided to heed his brother and nodded. “Alright. Fine. I’ll talk to her. What makes you think she’ll even listen to me?”

Jughead rolled his eyes before pointing out the obvious, “because she cares about you too.”

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Shanna was decked in her typical riding gear as she entered the royal stable. She had stayed away from her horse for as long as she could bear. The past few days she’d been avoiding the building, thinking she’d run into the prince there. Her fractured heart couldn’t take seeing his beautiful face.

Riding while this tired was not ideal. If she fell asleep and fell then she could seriously injure herself. However, Shanna was certain that she wouldn’t pass out. She’d gone this long without sleep, what was a few more hours? The horror hidden behind her eyelids drove her to keep them open.

Once inside she could hear the different noises from the horses. The mastication of hay, quiet nickers of contentment, and hooves stepping on the hard wooded floor. Shanna rubbed her weary eyes as she approached Persephone’s stall.

The horse’s head was not sticking over the door as it normally did whenever Shanna entered the barn. It was unusual to say the least.

So far the coast seemed clear. She had passed Dilton on the way in and exchanged pleasantries. He expressed concern for her riding while looking unwell, but she told him she was fine. She saw Hades first. He was taking a drink of water while swishing his tail to keep flies at bay.

Then, when her eyes moved to her own white beauty, she saw him. The dark prince in her prized horse’s stall. He was braiding her hair, entwining sprigs of lavender into the locks. The purple stood out gorgeously against the snow colored mane. Shanna stopped in her tracks, mouth agape as she watched him expertly work.

Maybe if she turned around she could leave before he noticed her. She was about to turn on her heel when he acknowledged her presence, “I was wondering when you’d show.”

The princess halted again, staring at the back of his head. He finished the strand he was working on before turning to face her. He laid a hand on Persephone’s back and patted her. She let out a contented sound in response. “Do you like it?”

Shanna just stared at him while she closed her mouth before she caught one of the flies buzzing around with it. He took in her appearance and he quickly realized that his brother was right. She was looking worse for wear. Dark shadows engulfed her eyes and they seemed cloudy with exhaustion. Her face seemed a few shades paler than it was just the other day, almost as if the blood had drained from it.

“It’s…beautiful.” She finally managed to say. Her eyes moved back to Persephone’s mane to take in the sight of the delicate work. He had done an excellent job, she couldn’t deny him that. “Why are you here?” She asked, daring to find out the truth behind his actions.

“I wanted to apologize.” Sweet Pea said, “and that’s not something I normally do so don’t get used to it.” He opened the door and let himself out. His hand reached out to cup her face, pulling her closer to him. Her head tilted into his touch before she could tell it not to.

Was this real? Did she fall asleep and was dreaming something other than destruction and ruin? “Sweet Pea…”

“You look like shit, Shanna.” He said bluntly. She pulled away from him angrily. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t see her own reflection. She knew exactly what she looked like. No one really had the gall to tell her outright how bad she looked though. Of course they didn’t, she was a princess.

Shanna turned her back to him and huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, “What do you care?!” She snapped at him, not understanding him in the slightest.

She heard a heavy sigh leave him. “Look, I’m sorry I left the other day. I shouldn’t have. I’m an asshole, I know.”

Her shoulders fell slightly. “Why did you leave me?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me the truth.”

“Because I don’t- We’re not supposed to be together. You’re engaged to my brother. I can’t have feelings for you.” Sweet Pea said, trying to explain to her why what they had done was a mistake. He heard her sniff back tears.

“That doesn’t stop Jughead from seeing Lily.” Shanna replied, her voice filled to the brim with hurt. “And if you felt that way to begin with, then why did you agree to have sex with me.”

Sweet Pea had thought that was obvious. “Because you’re a hot princess. How many guys can say they’ve slept with the heir to the thrown? Not that I can tell anyone.”

“Someone knows.” She blurted out as her body started to shake from anxiety.

He rolled his eyes, “I know. You told Lily and she told Jughead.”

“No!” Shanna cried out desperately, turning around to face him again. Tears were falling down her cheeks. “Not them, someone else. They slipped a note under my bedroom door. They said they know and that if I don’t give them what they want, then they’ll tell. Sweet Pea, it’ll ruin everything if it gets out. There will be no more alliance. My kingdom will fall. I can’t have that!”

So this is why she looked so distressed, he thought. Someone must have heard them and was using it against her. He grabbed her by her upper arms, gently squeezing them in an attempt to reassure her. “Shanna, breathe. Jughead and I won’t let that happen. We need this alliance just as much as you and Lily do. When is the last time you slept?”

His touch calmed her frayed nerves, dulling them so they weren’t so on end. She rubbed the salty fluid from her eyes. “Not since before I got the note. I just keep having nightmares about Greendale taking over and the one-eyed queen destroying everything. I can’t stand to see it anymore. My brain is torturing me with all the possibilities of things that could happen.”

Sweet Pea pulled her into him. Shanna resisted him at first but his scent forced her to relax against his broad chest. She breathed him in, closing her irritated eyes. His large hand rubbed her up and down her spine to soothe her. “Have they made any actual demands?”

“No, not yet.” She murmured, her hands coming up to clutch his shirt and cling to him. “I haven’t gotten another note. I don’t even know who it is.”

“It’s not the end of the world.” Sweet Pea said as he tightened his grip on her. “We’ll find out who it is and I’ll make sure they keep their mouth shut. In the meantime, you need to get some rest.”

Shanna felt like she was about to fall asleep against him, her grip loosening as her body relaxed. Her eyes slid closed. “I can’t sleep. I can’t.”

He ran a hand through her hair, “yes you can. I’ll be right here.” He bent down slightly to hook his arms under her knees and lift her up into his arms. Her head lulled against his chest and a small sigh of content left her lips.

“Someone will see,” She said as she began to protest. Shanna tried to keep her eyes open, trying to let the panic fuel her.

Sweet Pea shrugged, “I’ll say I found you passed out in the stable. I’m taking you to bed for your own good. No one will object to that. Now go to sleep.”

Shanna finally stopped fighting as she settled back down against him. Her heavy eyelids crashed down, relieving her dried out eyes. Sweet Pea wasn’t even out of the barn before she was asleep.

The prince looked down at her sleeping form, silently thinking to himself that she once again looked like an angel that had fallen to Earth. He hoped she would stay asleep and not wake up in a panic. Perhaps he would have to put off his strategizing a little bit longer just to make sure.

He sighed softly under his breath as to not wake her. How was he supposed to get work done for the king if he was having to take care of his daughter? This was such an inconvenience. Soon he would have to start training the troops and he couldn’t just leave any time she needed a nap.

Once inside the castle, he took her up to where her room was. On the way there he passed Lily who stepped in front of him to stop him in his tracks. He gave her an annoyed look. “Did you apologize, troll?” She asked harshly, using the insult that Shanna always used for him.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at the short girl. “Does it look like I apologized? Go kiss my brother so he’ll stop moping.” He said before moving past her to get to her room. Lily followed after him, still concerned.

“Why are you carrying her? Did she faint?” Lily asked, intruding into his personal bubble. Sweet Pea shot her an annoyed look but she didn’t step back.

“She’s been having nightmares so she hasn’t been sleeping. I told her to rest so she’s resting.” He replied, hoping she’d leave him alone. Now inside the room, he laid Shanna down. She turned onto her side and curled into a ball.

Lily was eying him suspiciously before shooing him out of the way. She started to take off her sister’s boots. “Help me undress her. She shouldn’t sleep in her riding clothes, they’re too tight.”

Sweet Pea gave her a skeptical look. “You’re asking me to help you undress your sister?” He asked for clarification.

“You’ve already seen her naked, haven’t you? Or was she lying to me when she said you took her virginity in the stable?” Lily snapped back at him as she struggled to get her older sister’s pants off.

He went rigid, “she told you I took her virginity?” He asked, anger spiking in his chest.

Lily stared at him for a moment before struggling once more. “Her exact words were I slept with Sweet Pea. But she’s never had sex before that.”

Sweet Pea was surprised that Lily didn’t know. “She wasn’t a virgin.” He quickly corrected her. “She told me she wasn’t. I wasn’t her first.” He helped her take the tight pants off so she’d quit jerking the sleeping girl. He was worried she’d wake her up at this point. “Let me do it, you’re going to wake her.”

Lily stepped back to let Sweet Pea work. She was at a loss of words. Why didn’t Lav tell her that she’d had sex? “Who was it?” She asked in a soft voice. “Who else did she sleep with?”

“You’ll have to ask her.” The young prince answered as he managed to carefully slip off her jacket. “I didn’t ask and she didn’t tell.”

Once Shanna was down to her underwear camisole, and sports bra, Sweet Pea sat down in a nearby chair. He gave Lily a bored look, signaling her that he really didn’t know anything else.

Lily’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him, “do you care about her?” She asked, not knowing what his true motives were. Certainly he seduced her into sleeping with him. Certainly it wasn’t Shanna’s idea to shack up in the stable of all places.

Sweet Pea sighed so hard that his shoulders slumped forward. It had always been incredibly difficult to talk about his feelings. This was however the woman he was going to marry. If he couldn’t talk to her then who could he talk to? “Yes,” He said after some deliberation. “I do.”

A smile brightened Lily’s once serious face. “Good. Then you can stay here and make sure she gets all the rest she needs. I need to go talk to your brother.”

He grumbled a few curses under his breath at her orders before sinking further into the plush chair. “Yes, your highness.”                    

Lily left the room and closed the door as gently as she could behind her as to not disturb the sleeping beauty. She looked up to see Prince Forsythe waiting outside for her. He had seen his brother carrying in the princess and wanted to see if everything was okay.

“How is she?” He asked, keeping his voice low to make sure that it didn’t carry. Lily blinked as her green eyes connected with his blue. Her blond lashes fanned out beautiful against her skin, eyes brimming with happiness as they reopened.

Lily grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I think she will be just fine. As long as Sweet Pea stays with her and doesn’t leave again.”

Jughead leaned in, their lips inches apart. A buzz of anticipation passed through the air between them. “Let’s make our lips blue then, shall we?” He asked, not bothering to veil the lust in his tone.

She stopped him from getting any closer while a playful grin, “let’s do something even better.” His beloved began to pull him down to the next door that he knew led to her own bedroom.

He cocked a curious eyebrow at her as she opened it with her free hand. Her eyes ran along the expanse of the hall to make sure no one else was around to see them. When she was satisfied with her sweep, she yanked him inside. Jughead looked around the pink and green room.

It was nicer than his room in the Southside castle. That wasn’t very surprising though, the Northside kingdom had much more money. Her king sized bed was made with more pillows than he could possibly count. The plush duvet looked inviting with how crisp and clean it appeared to be.

The walls were littered with paintings and drawing that were mostly half finished. He spied an easel that had the starting of what he recognized as his own face. A small smile curled across his lips before he could process the fact that they were alone in Lily’s room.

Lily pulled him down by the back of the neck to plant a firm kiss on his lips. His focus shifted suddenly to the girl in front of him, arms wrapping around her waist, one hand planting firmly on her lower back. They stayed entangled for a few moments before she pulled away for a breath.

“My sister isn’t a virgin, so why should I be one?” Lily asked in an apprehensive voice. She was worried he’d judge her for wanting to throw herself into his arms.

At first, Jughead wasn’t sure what to make of her question. He knew what she was hinting at but he wasn’t how he felt about doing it in a way that wasn’t absolutely special. Sure they were in her bedroom, but he didn’t have any kind of plan in place.

He had previously convinced himself that he’d have to be satisfied with just kissing her, since it was unlikely that she’d want to go further. However, her presentation of the idea of them having sex had excitement crawling up his spine.

“Are you sure?” He asked with pure adoration in his eyes. “It may hurt. I don’t want to cause you harm.”

Lily smiled as she took a small step away from him. She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall slowly to the ground. Underneath was a light pink bustier with small white polka dots. Jughead’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes dared to travel lower to see that she was wearing matching lace underwear.

“I’m sure.” Lily replied in a whisper. Her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment, feeling exposed in front of him. She trusted Jughead almost as much as she trusted her sister. She knew he’d never do anything to purposefully harm her.

She would much rather give herself to someone who would treat her right, and she had a sneaking suspicion that this prince would treat her a million times better than the one she was betrothed to. Not that Sweet Pea would be abusive but he was not known for his gentleness.

Jug reached out and brushed his fingers lightly across the protrusion of her hip bone. He had never seen a woman so intensely beautiful as the one baring herself to him right now. He couldn’t deny her now. He didn’t have the restraint left in him.

Lily’s arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her body against his. Her lips met his once more and they kissed eagerly. He backed her up towards the bed, only stopping when the backs of her legs came in contact with the mattress.

One hand stayed on her hip to fiddle with the elastic of her underwear as the other came to rest on the back of her head to hold in in place as he devoured her mouth with his own. His teeth nipped at her lower lip before he forced her backwards onto the top of the bed.

He pulled away to look over her flushed face. Small pants exited her mouth as hee swollen lips parted to help with the intake of air. Jughead planted a soft kiss on her jaw before leaving a trail of scorching kisses down her throat. Lily moaned lightly, the sound foreign to her as she’d never felt anything as pleasurable as what she was feeling at that very moment.

Jughead was fueled by the innocent sound. He put both hands on her hips and let them slowly travel up her bare sides, committing the smoothness of her skin to memory.

Lily lifted up as she felt his hands wiggled into the space between her body and the bed. He fiddled with the hook-and-eyes that kept the upper undergarment in place. They gave way and he pulled the delicate fabric away from her equally delicate body.

His line of kisses stopped briefly at the base of her neck before starting again along her collarbone. His teeth dragged against her skin lightly to cause another soft moan to come from her lips. Lily forced herself to relax against the bed again despite the anxiety rising in her chest. She felt like she was suffocating from both excitement and nervousness.

The prince left his mark on her clavicle before moving down further. He grasped her left breast in his hand, kneading the tender flesh gently as he lips came to her right nipple. Lily gasped in surprise as he sucked on her breast, using both teeth and tongue to tease the bud inside his mouth.

He was earning more moans from her as his free hand snuck between her clenched thighs. Lily briefly panicked and she tightened her legs together with all of her might. Jughead pulled his mouth away from her breast, invoking a whine from her.

“Its okay, my queen.” Jughead said softly, “I’m not going to hurt you.” She took a deep breath before releasing the hold on her legs. They relaxed against the bed and parted enough for his hand to fit between them. “I would never dim my brightest star.” He murmured to her affectionately.

His mouth returned to her chest as his finger prodded her clit through her underwear. Lily bit the inside of her cheek to keep more sounds from coming out of her mouth. After all, Sweet Pea and her sister were in the next room over. Jughead’s eyes flicked up to see the expression on her face and the tension on her jawline.

The pad of his finger drew small shapes around her cluster of nerves. Lily squirmed, almost uncomfortable with the amount of pleasure she was feeling. It was foreign and new. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to be reacting. Suddenly she felt extremely self-conscious about her inexperience.

Jughead gave one last lick to her nipple before trailing kisses down her stomach. His fingers hooked around the edges of her underwear and he pulled them down in a fluid motion. He tossed the garment over his shoulder haphazardly.

He placed her thighs on his shoulders, arms wrapped around them to hold her firmly in place. Jughead looked back up to her again, his gaze requesting permission to go any further. Lily’s eyes locked with his and she gave him a small nod.

His tongue dove to replace where his fingers had just been. It lapped at her clitoris in a steady rhythm that caused Lily to whimper with lust. Jughead covered the swelling bundle with his entire mouth and began to gently suck, just as he had down with her nipple. All the while he didn’t stop the teasing with his tongue.  

Lily could no longer hold back the moans from tumbling out of her mouth. She couldn’t keep her jaw shut to muffle them either. No one had ever made her feel this way. In fact, she didn’t even realize sex would feel this good. She felt like she was dripping for him already, but the prince was taking his time with her as any gentleman would.

While he kept his mouth on her clit, he unwrapped one arm from around her leg so his finger could tease the entrance of her core. It was slick with desire and he was certain he could put it in without any trouble. He sped up the movements of his tongue as he inserted the digit slowly.

Lily was gasping again at the new feeling. She could feel him moving inside of her, pressing against her soft walls as he slowly pulled his finger back out. She found her hips moving on their own accord, desperate to feel him within her once more.

“Jughead,” She whined in the sweetest voice he’d ever had the pleasure to hear. He took it as a sign that she was enjoying what he was doing and increased the pace of his finger.

After a minute of quick thrusts of just his middle finger, he gently added his index. A pang of discomfort ran threw her before the prodding of his tongue made her moan again. She adjusted to the new size quickly as she was now grinding into his mouth and hand. She tried to stop her body from moving but it just wouldn’t listen.

Lily felt an odd sensation building in her lower abdomen. Pressure from pleasure, a tenseness that she couldn’t quite place. It would have been mind boggling if she had the ability to concentrate.

Once he felt her fully adjust, Jughead added yet another digit to continue to prep her. A small whimper caught in her throat. There was a small amount of pain, nothing unbearable but it was unexpected. Jughead pulled his mouth away from her to give her a reassuring look.

“It will feel good, I promise.” He added in a voice husky with desire. Lily nodded her head again, unable to use any words as the tension grew in her stomach.

“Don’t stop,” She managed to mutter to him. Jughead couldn’t help but send a smirk her way before attacking her clit more furiously than before. In a matter of minutes the tension released and a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Lily cried out in surprise, having never experienced an orgasm before.

Jughead removed his fingers and licked her core gently to clean up any excess juices that spilled out of her. Once he was finished he pulled away from her, standing a pace back in order to have room to undress.

Lily watched with hooded eyes, her brain buzzing with emotion. She couldn’t think straight as her eyes roamed down his toned stomach and the trail of hair that connected his bellybutton to his pubis where a well-trimmed splay of pubic hair sat above the base of his erect penis.

Her eyes widened slightly, a fresh coat of pink ran across her face as she had never seen one in person before. Only in pictures of books in her anatomy lessons. She sat up, intrigued by the appendage that was said to make women scream with pleasure.

Jughead stepped closer between her legs again as she reached out to trace the line of hair on his lower stomach. Her touch was delicate, light, and sent sparks of ecstasy running through him. Lily gingerly touched the base of his penis, not knowing how it was going to feel.

He bit his lip to keep from groaning as her hand wrapped around it. It was so hard but soft at the same time. Her thumb traced a vein that ran along the side. Of course he was bigger than his fingers. She wondered briefly how much it was going to hurt and if there really would be blood.

Jughead was getting lost in the sensation of her stroking him. His head tilted back and his eyes slid shut. He thrusted lightly into her hand which caused a surprised giggle to erupt from Lily. He opened his eyes to look at her, a grin on his face.

“Lay back, princess.” Jughead ordered, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of her at this very moment. Of course he’d still take it slow but her teasing him with her palm was enough to make his skin crawl with excitement.

Lily released him and laid back again on the bed for him. His eyes roamed over her gorgeous face, pert breasts, and the sweet skin of her mons pubis lightly covered with fair hair. Jughead committed the image to memory as he moved between her legs.

He grabbed her thighs to adjust them so that they could both be comfortable. His tip brushed along her slit and Lily’s breath hitched in anticipation. Jughead reached down to grab the base of his penis so he could better align himself with her entrance.

“Tell me when it’s okay to move. Just relax, it won’t hurt for long.” He said gently as he pushed inside her slowly. The tip was nothing, it was when his shaft entered her that the pain began.

A small whimper came up out of her as her thighs clenched his sides. Jughead ran his hand down her side lovingly. He nuzzled her neck, kissing the flesh over a pulse point to help distract her. Once his hilt pressed against her, he laid still just as he said he would.

Lily took a deep breath, trying to relax as he stretched her. The pain wasn’t unbearable but it wasn’t pleasant either. She concentrated on his kisses along her throat. The tenderness filling her with warm joy. Once she was sure she could handle him moving, she spoke. “Alright…It’s alright.”

Jughead moved his hips slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling of him pumping in and out of her. The initial pains she felt from his thrusts gradually faded. Soon enough she was moaning, her arms wrapped around him and fingers pressed firmly into the skin of his back.

He increased his pace once he knew she was feeling good. He couldn’t stop the moans coming from his mouth. She was so tight, so warm, so soft. He lifted his head up so he could look down at her.

The look he found on her face was pure love. She looked like she could be Aphrodite in the flesh. The expression on her features read back the pleasure she was feeling. Her grip on him almost longing for release.

Jughead closed the gap between their lips. It wasn’t hungry or wanting. It was light. A pure show of how much he adored her in this moment. Lily responded to the kiss with an equal amount of affection.

Both of them had orgasms building inside them. The room filled with low moans and cries of each other’s names. Jughead increased his pace again, hitting into her a little harder now that he knew she wasn’t in pain.

Each thrust brought them closer to being one. One of Jughead’s fingers brushed against her raw clit, making Lily hit her peak almost instantly. Her grip on his back tightened as her hips jerked from her release. She didn’t realize the second one would be even more intense than the first.

Jughead continued to move at the same pace, letting her feel the extent of her high before he allowed himself to come inside of her. She felt herself gush from both of their fluids filling her, an odd and sticky sensation.

He kissed her one last time as he rested his hips against hers. Lily let out a happy sigh. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She no longer had to worry about having her first time be with Sweet Pea. Instead it was with the man she found herself to love insurmountably.

Once they had caught their breaths, he pulled out of her. Lily let out another sigh as her body seem to melt into the duvet. “You don’t have a towel in here do you?” He asked, wanting to help clean her up.

Lily couldn’t even manage to sit up. She simply pointed to a hand towel hanging by her vanity. Jughead grabbed it and wiped the blood, semen, and vaginal secretions from his penis before tending to her.

He pressed the towel gently against her slit and began to wipe away the fluids. He noticed a few spots of blood on the duvet and bit his lip. “We made a mess.” He said in a joking tone.

Lily didn’t care, she just wanted to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed as she breathed heavily. Jughead shook his head with a smile spreading across his lips. He put the towel down before laying down next to her.

Jug pulled her relaxed body into his arms and he breathed in her floral scent. Lily curled up against him helplessly as she started drifting off. He ran a hand through her hair to soothe her so that she could rest. His eyes met the ones of the incomplete drawing of him still sitting on the easel.

Happiness, he thought to himself, even if it is fleeting.

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[madelainesvixens]

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT: CHAPTER FIVE | AN EVENTFUL NIGHT

Tuesday, October 6th

12:09

At lunch, Fred sat in front of FP and opened his lunch bag, pulling out two perfectly wrapped sandwich and a juice box. ''I got you a sandwich.'' He slide one in his friend's direction, earning a thankful smile from FP.

Losing no time, FP unwrapped the sandwich and took a large bite. He was so hungry. After the small altercation between him and his dad last night, the teenager didn't dare going downstairs for dinner. He stayed in his room and ignored his screaming stomach.

''Did you forget we were supposed to hang out on Saturday? I called you and your father said you didn't come home after work,'' Fred said, opening his sandwich.

''I had to work until closure,'' FP explained.

Fred's eyebrows shot up. ''You worked from eight to closure? Dude, that's more than twelve hours! That's crazy.''

''I have to do what I have to do if I want to afford college.''

College was a part of the reason why FP picked up a job at Pop's. Although scholarships were a possibilities, you can't rely on that. He knew his father wouldn't be on his side about college and wouldn't give his son a single penny for his superior education. When FP talked to his dad about getting a job, he tricked him into thinking it was to help with the bills so he took advantage of the situation. He got lucky when Pop placed a flyer on the door of the diner, saying they were low on staff. FP applied and got the job immediately. Every week, he would give half of his pay to his dad for the bills and put the rest aside for college.

''Still. You're gonna exhaust yourself.''

FP rolled his eyes. ''I'm fine, Fred. I can manage a double shift.''

''Talking about college, I finished filling all my college applications last night. My dad and I are going to the post office to mail everything tonight. Wanna come with?'' Fred offered.

''Erm, about that... Do you know where I can get extras? I accidently spilled juice on my college applications.''

''All?'' FP nodded. ''I think Mrs. Mars still has some. We can go to the counsellor's office together after lunch. We could go to mine to fill them and then send everything tomorrow? I don't think my dad would mind.''

''Thanks, man.''

.

Thursday, October 8th

20:32

Much like the first time Alice came over, the night wasn't a success in therm of getting work done. It didn't take long for them to get bored of their assignment and soon enough Alice was sitting in FP's lap, straddling him, and he was running his hands all over her. No one could blame them though, it was much more entertaining that their science assignment.

Nails scratching at FP's back, Alice moaned loudly as he thrusted into her, hitting the right spot every time - or so.

Believe it or not, it wasn't FP's habit to have a regular hookup. He was the BMOC of Riverdale High, the all american athlete, a studmuffin; he didn't have difficulty finding girls to hookup. On the contrary, he had them at his feet, begging to be pulled in a bedroom.

They reached their orgasms and FP pulled out, rolling on his side to drop the used condom in the trash. He ran a hand through his raven hair, pushing back the fallen strands and sat next to Alice, drawing the blanket over them.

''There's a game tomorrow night. Would you like to come?'' FP asked casually, catching his breath from their previous activity.

''A football game?'' Alice wrinkled her nose. ''That's not really my scene.''

She stood up and FP watched as her long legs carried her to the foot of the bed.

''We're playing against Greendale's Ravens. It's our biggest rivals. It's going to be an epic game.''

He heard a zipper sound and then some scattering. ''Oh. I don't know. I'd rather spend my Friday night picking gums under tables at the Wyrm than seeing two legged testosterone running around a field with a ball.''

FP laughed. ''Two legged testosterone? Is that what I am to you, uh?'' he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Alice ignored the question and jumped back on the bed, pack of cigarette and lighter between her hand. It was a routine for her, cigarette after sex. Sometimes, FP would take a few hits but he wouldn't call himself a smoker. She slid back under the fuzzy blanket, feeling some goosebumps form from the chilly air. She rubbed her long legs against the soft fabric and FP wondered if she was cold.

She lit her cigarette and took a touch, inhaling, and exhaled grey smoke. A smile curved on her full lips, her long blond hair grazing the top of her breasts without covering her nipples.

God, she's gorgeous to him.

''So? Will you come?'' FP asked again, a minute later.

''I'll think about it.''

.

Friday, October 9th

18:00

looking around the bleachers, hoping to find a familiar face with beautiful blue eyes and a leather jacket over her shoulder but, he saw nothing. FP sighed, looking at the grass, and shook his head.

Little did he know, she was there...right under the bleachers.

It was a cliché place to hide and dirtier than up the bleachers but, no one could see here there. Although FP had invited her to the game, she didn't want him to know she was present. In football language, boys who invited girls to their game was a secret code to ask them out and she was afraid it'll give him ideas if she showed up. They had a great complicity and Alice didn't want feelings to get in the way and ruin anything.

So, she stayed hidden there until the end of the game, a smile forming on her lips every time she witnessed FP score.

.

21:00

Drink in hand, Hermione walked into the kitchen,

''Well, well. Isn't that tonight's hero,'' the Catholic school-girl said, walking in the kitchen.

''Drinking beer at a high school party? What lies did you tell Mama Gomez tonight? That you had a sleepover with your girl friends?''

''Oh, Forsythe, you know me too well. I love a good night in with frozen bras and face masks.''

FP shook his head in amusement.

''Have you seen Fred?'' she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

FP arched an eyebrow. ''You're back to Fred now? Moving quick from a Casanova to another, I see.'' The raven haired girl frowned. ''Hiram Lodge.''

The raven haired girl frowned. ''Who told you about Hiram?''

''Everyone knows, Hermione. Next time you let someone slip their hand under your skirt, try somewhere where there's a door, not in a fancy ass convertible at the drive-in.''

She gasped and before their argument could evolve, a brunette with her cheerleading uniform still on walked in the kitchen. A smug look formed on FP's face, memories of a certain night coming up. That girl was a wild one.

''Is that why you never called me back? You're screwing Hermione, now?''

''I beg your pardon?'' Hermione demanded.

''I was working, Gladys,'' FP explained calmly. ''Sorry can't always squeeze you in for a dick appointment.''

Hermione stifled a laugh behind her red cup and exited the kitchen.

''You're not working tonight, are you?'' she asked, grabbing his forearm and pushing herself close to him, fluttering her thick coated lashes at the Bulldog.

''It depends what you have in mind,'' FP replied, flirting back.

Gladys leaned forward to kiss him but, just as their lips were about to touch, Fred came up behind him and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him a bit. ''There's a hot blonde, looking for you,'' Fred informed his best friend.

A frown of confusion appeared on FP's forehead. A hot blonde? Could it be- No. She wasn't at the game, the chances she came all the way from Southside to attend an after-match party on the Northside were slim. Very slim.

''Who?''

Fred didn't know her name so he nodded in direction of the living room and FP followed him, leaving Gladys stranded in the middle of the kitchen. Music blasted from the speakers of Marty's radio-cassette, TLC's latest hit filling the house, getting louder as they reached the living area. FP grimaced. He'd rather listen to Nirvana, Radiohead or other alternative/grunge bands than these annoying radio hits.

As they snaked their way through the crowd of bodies, ducking elbows to not spill anything on the carpet, they caught sight of Sierra Samuels exchanging saliva with Tom Keller, two Vixens rubbing against Marty and a couple drunk girls dancing drunkenly.

''Andrews!'' someone called out just as they entered the living area, waving at the Bulldog. Fred waved back at James, a guy from the water-polo team, and made his way over to him, leaving FP to himself.

How will he find the hot blonde, now?

FP opened his mouth to yell at Fred but decided against it. Fuck it. He'll find someone else to hookup with.

Or...he could find Gladys. She was pissed at him but FP could charm his way into her panties by snapping his fingers. So easy with this one.

FP moved through the mass of bodies, eyes scanning the room as he drank his beer. Near the sliding doors, he saw Taylor McKenzie in a pink mini dress chatting up with none other than Darryl Doiley. FP wanted to laugh. Did he really think he had a chance with Taylor? She was the head of the River Vixens, unless she had a couple drinks in her body, FP doubted she would be interesting in Darryl. With his high waisted pants, printed shirts tucked in and massive glasses, he wasn't her type. He should start looking for girls of his league like Penelope Blossom or Mary Maiden.

The music changed to a sexier song - Samantha Fox's Touch Me - and that's when FP noticed the two headed snake embroidery on the back of a jacket by the stairs. Although her back was to him, he recognize those blonde curls. And those legs.

''I thought football wasn't your scene?'' FP said, leaning against the staircase, right behind her.

Alice turned, an amused smile on her lips. ''Jones,'' she acknowledged.

''I wasn't expecting to see you here.''

She raised her drink to her lips, bottoming it. ''Hope you don't mind me crashing your party.''

FP glanced at her, shaking his head. Fucking not. ''Fred said a blonde was looking for me, were you-''

Alice searched for his brown eyes, holding his gaze. ''You fucking wish,'' she purred. ''But, no. It wasn't me.''

She put her empty cup on the small table and started moving her body to the beat of the song like she had done at the diner on Saturday. Lips curving into a smirk, FP followed her movements and danced with her. Unlike his fellow Bulldogs, FP wasn't a stick, he actually had some moves in his sleeve. He was no Travolta or Swayze but, it was impressive enough to take girls home.

Exaggerating her motions, Alice moved her hips from side to side, looping her arms around FP's neck, pulling him closer. Her full breasts were brushing against his chest, feeling the soft plumpness. The Bulldog had to refrain from cupping her breasts, very aware they were in the middle of a party. Instead, FP put his hands on her waist and she turned around, rubbing her round butt against the front of his jeans and the teenager could feel the denim becoming tighter.

Ugh, the effects this girl had one him.

A soft giggle left Alice's lips, knowing very well what she was doing.

They danced together for a song or two before she stopped, beckoning him to follow her upstairs where she assumed bedrooms were. FP let her lead the way, admiring the view. She wore the same leather skirt from Saturday and had paired it with fishnet tights. She was a fucking smokeshow.

As they were climbing up, a drunk guy unsteadily walked down, stumbling a bit and bumping into Alice.

''Look where you're fucking going,'' FP snapped, shoving the guy.

His back his the railing and he apologized to Alice, having trouble finding his words because of the alcohol in his blood. ''Chill out, man,'' drunk guy slurred to FP.

Alice looked at FP. ''Yeah, chill out,'' she chastised, mocking the guy.

Despite the size of the Mantle's house, all bedrooms were occupied. FP let out a frustrated groan. What were they gonna do now? He could always go home and fuck there but it was a longer walk than he could handle with his hard on.

A devilish smile spread on the biker girl, glancing behind them. Curious, FP followed her blue eyes and saw the glass door of the Mantle's backyard balcony.

''The balcony?''

Alice shrugged. ''It's dark outside. No one will see.''

Was she saying what he thought she was because, as much of a turn on having sex outside could be, it was risky. Anyone could walk out to smoke a joint or just taking some air and catch them.

FP flashed her a wicked grin and looked around, checking if there was anyone in sight and slide open the door, slipping outside with Alice hot on his heels.

The balcony was thankfully empty. FP didn't lose time, pressing his lips to Alice's, fingertips digging in the small of her back as his other hand kept her jaw in place. Alice melted into his touch, kissing back with just as much fever.

FP backed Alice until her back hit the brick of the house, shielding them from the glass door and voyeur eyes.

Alice smoothed her hands down FP's front, following them with her eyes until her fingertips were hovering just over the waistband of his jeans. ''You're hard already,'' Alice whispered as she moved her palm over his erection.

His eyes fluttered shut and he inhaled deeply through his nose, tilting his head back slightly as he did so. ''Mmh,'' he breathed out, almost as a grunt. ''It's you in this room. You're so fucking hot tonight, Ali.''

She squeezed his ass, fingertips curling against his jeans, and pulled him in close, to which he smiled and laughed. ''Are you trying to seduce me, Jones?'' Her right hand slid an inch or so beneath the hem of his t-shirt and stroked over his skin. Her touch sent sparks flying through FP. That girl did things to him...

.

22:32

Alice had slipped inside first, warning FP to wait a couple minutes before he followed suit. Although they had some fun on the Mantles's balcony, they didn't need everyone to know.

Fred would be upstairs when he'd get inside.

''Had a good time in there?'' Fred asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

FP frowned, playing the innocent card. ''What? I took some air. It's stuffy in here.'' He pulled at the collar of his tee shirt, showing he was hot.

Fred hummed knowingly. ''Were you hot from down there because your fly is undone.''

Looking down, FP saw that Fred was indeed right. Shit. He quickly tugged his zipper up. ''Thanks, man...''

''Oh, and you might want to wipe that lipstick stain. It's not a good look on you,'' Fred added before disappearing down the hall.

.

Saturday, October 10th

00:50

It was around one o'clock when FP left the party with Alice. He had enough of mingling with his fellow Bulldogs and wanted to go home and fuck. Believe it or not, a quickie on the balcony didn't leave him satisfied. He was still hungry.

Alice removed her boots, tossing them right by FP's and was about to follow the raven haired boy upstairs when a loud thump resonated in the house followed by a ribbon of gibberish curses.

She looked at FP, puzzled.

''Fuck,'' FP cursed, realizing his dad was still up - and drunk. He was working early tomorrow, FP thought his old man would be sleeping soundly by now. Turned out he wasn't.

''Forsythe,'' a slurred but loud voice said, coming from the kitchen followed by heavy footsteps.

Panic flashed through FP's eyes, realizing his father was coming. Knowing the man had the tendency to get violent when he was drunk, FP knew he needed to put Alice safety. If anything were to happen to her, he would never forgive himself.

''Go to my room, and stay there,'' FP said to Alice, looking deep into her eyes to get his point across but she isn't budging.

''FP-''

''Go.'' His light brown eyes looked at her, almost begging.

This time, she obeyed and hurried upstairs.

Alice closed the door behind her and sat on FP's bed just as voices started to raise downstairs. She tried to listen to what they were saying but it was messy and difficult to comprehend.

Alice jumped, hearing glass shattering followed by a loud thump, and then nothing. She immediately started thinking the worst. Did Forsythe hit him? Did he smash something on FP's head? Was he hurt?

She was about to get up and check on them when the door handle juggled and FP pushed it open. Alice raised from the bed and rushed to him, stopping in her tracks when she saw the blood running down his face. ''Your face,'' she mumbled worriedly, reaching up to touch the cut on FP's forehead but pulled back.

FP brushed it off. ''It's nothing.'' Alice narrowed her eyes but FP ignored her. ''He's sleeping. He won't be a problem for the next hours.'' The boy closed the door behind him and locked it securely, just in case.

He took off his Bulldog jacket, hissing as he slipped it off his right arm. Alice noticed and helped him taking it off, tossing it on the chair.

They went over to the bed and sat down. ''You didn't tell me he was violent.''

''He was drunk. He's not always like that,'' FP defended.

Alice gave him a look. ''Being drunk doesn't excuse his violent behavior. Parents shouldn't hit their child.'' Taking a dark tee shirt from the end of the bed, she wiped the blood off FP's face. She knew they should be using proper and sterile equipment but neither of them felt comfortable going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. It'll do for now. FP thanked her. ''Let me see your arm,'' she demanded.

As she examined his arm, FP's face contorted into a pained grimace. A nasty bruise had formed, hues of dark purples and yellows contrasting on his pale skin.

''We need to go to the ER,'' she declared.

FP shook his head. ''I can't.'' He cradled his arm to his chest with his good arm, holding a groan. His arm was hurting like a bitch. ''They'll ask questions and I can't tell them what happened.''

''Your dad hit you, FP! He fucking broke your arm!''

''You don't know what happened! You didn't see shit!'' he spat through gritted teeth.

''I heard glass breaking. Obviously, things got out of control and violence was involved.''

FP looked down, knowing she was right. ''He grabbed my arm and twisted it when I reached for the whiskey,'' he explained and hissed again.

''You need to get your arm checked. It's very swollen and bruised.''

''I can't-''

''I know.'' Alice paused. ''I might know someone that could help you without going to the hospital. It's gonna be a long walk though.''

FP sighed. ''Okay. Let's go.''

NEXT CHAPTER (X)

[waterloou]

Wait

[thehelleniclunarwitch]

Little Jones 12

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: Swearing, Violence, Conversation about physical abuse

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“Betts?” Jughead’s rough voice broke through the silent room. 

Betty sat up from the chair startled at the sound of her boyfriend’s voice, seeing that he was awake she stood and ran over to Jughead’s bed. Her boyfriend was sitting up slightly in bed. Betty stumbled over her own feet she had to calm herself down so she didn’t hurt Jughead anymore than he already was. Gently, she sat down on the edge of the bed and took Jughead’s hand in hers. 

“Juggie,” Betty’s voice cracked. 

“I’m okay,” Jug told her. 

Betty used her free hand to wipe away a few tears that slid down her cheek. She was relieved to finally hear his voice. She was scared that he wasn’t going to make it out of this one. Betty had already lost so much in her life, she couldn’t bear to lose Jug. He was her anchor, all that she had left. 

“Shh, don’t cry,” Jughead whispered. 

“You scared me, Jug,” Betty admitted. 

“I know and I’m sorry,” Jughead apologized. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or Fangs? Anybody that could have gone with you,” Betty asked him. 

Jughead sighed. “I know, but I was just on a one track mind. Y/n was my only train of thought,”

Betty kissed the back of Jughead’s hand. Part of her understood. She’d do anything for Polly, but she still had wished for his and Y/n’s sake that he would have said something to someone. 

“Speaking of my sister, how is he?” Jughead asked. 

Betty glanced out of Jughead’s room across the hall where Y/n was sound asleep. 

“She’s doing better,” Betty answered. 

“How bad is she?” Jughead asked. 

“Jug,” Betty sighed. 

“Betty, please, just tell me,” Jughead pleaded. 

“She lost a lot of blood, Jug. We lost her once, but Sheriff Keller was able to bring her back. She hasn’t been awake yet, but we’re holding out hope,” Betty explained. 

“Jesus,” Jughead groaned. 

“Sweet Pea hasn’t left her side,” Betty said. 

“Help me over there,” Jughead hissed. 

“Juggie, you should stay in bed,” Betty urged.

“Fuck that, I need to see my sister,” Jughead growled and swung his legs over. 

He hissed out in pain but pushed through. Jughead was determined to make it across the hall to Y/n. Sighing, Betty stood and helped Jughead to his feet. Together, the pair walked over to Y/n’s room. Betty pushed open the bedroom door. 

Sweet Pea looked up as the door swung open. His eyes widened at the sight of Jughead standing there. 

“Jug?” Sweet Pea said. 

Sweet Pea stood and went over to Jug. He gave him a gentle hug. 

“Thanks, Pea, ya know for staying with her,” Jughead said. 

“No problem,” Sweet Pea replied. “You know I’d do anything for her,”

Jughead looked at Betty and then back to Sweet Pea. 

“Can I have a moment alone with my sister?” Jughead asked. 

“Of course Juggie,” Betty said. 

Betty and Sweet Pea left Jughead alone in Y/n’s bedroom. Jughead limped over to Y/n’s bed. He sat down and immediately reached over so he could brush some of her hair out of her face. Her left eye was bruised, she had a split lip, and a scar on the right side of her jaw. 

Her left arm was wrapped up in gauze and ace bandage. Other parts of her body were riddled with bruises. Jughead leaned over and kissed her forehead. He was ashamed of himself. She was like this because of him. Y/n was beaten and bruised because of him. How would she ever forgive him? He failed her. 

“Hey you,” Jughead whispered. 

His sister lay unmoving. 

“If you can hear me I really need you to open your eyes,” Jughead pleaded. 

Y/n made no movement or sound. 

Jughead’s voice cracked. “Y/n, I can’t do this without you,”

Still receiving nothing, Jughead broke down. He let the tears fall and he hit the edge of the bed several times. He ignored the pain that filled his ribs. If Y/n died because of his stupid decisions Jughead would never be able to forgive himself. 

“Come on Y/n, we have cheer practice!” Betty exclaimed. 

Y/n looked at her in confusion. 

“Cheer practice?” Y/n asked. 

“Yeah, you’re one of my most flexible girls,” Cheryl beamed as she came over to join Betty. 

Glancing down, Y/n noticed that she was wearing a Riverdale Vixen uniform. 

“What the shit?” Y/n cursed. 

Betty and Cheryl only laughed. 

“Hey beautiful,” A voice behind Y/n greeted her. 

Y/n turned around to see Reggie grinning at her. 

“Move on,” Y/n said. 

“Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?” Reggie asked. 

“Boyfriend?” Y/n said in confusion. 

“Did you hit your head this morning?” Reggie asked. 

“Where’s Jug? Where’s my brother?” Y/n asked. 

“Y/n, you must have hit your head,” Reggie said. 

“Y/n, it’s been a year since your brother’s murder,” Cheryl reminded her. 

“Murder?” Y/n whispered. 

“Y/n, you almost died too, did you forget?” Cheryl asked. 

“What is going on with you?” Betty asked. 

Y/n backed away from the three people standing in front of her. There was no way Jughead had died by that bitch Penny. 

“Y/n, where are you going?” Betty asked. 

“I need to find my brother!” Y/n shouted. 

Y/n ran from the school and out into the parking lot. Y/n kept running and running until her legs and lungs burned. Slowing down she walked the rest of the way until she found what she was looking for. 

Forsythe ‘Jughead’ Jones the 3rd

Y/n stopped reading the headstone as she dropped to her knees in front of it. 

“Oh Juggie,” Y/n whispered. 

As Y/n leaned against the headstone she began to cry. 

Suddenly a voice broke the silence. 

“Y/n, I can’t do this without you,”

“Jughead?” Y/n whispered before she felt a jolt.

Y/n woke with a gasp. Blinking a few times she glanced around her bedroom. 

“Y/n?” A voice said. 

Looking to where the voice came from, Y/n saw her twin sitting on the edge of the bed with a tear-stained face. 

“Juggie?” Y/n’s voice was hoarse. 

“Oh thank god,” Jughead said as he moved to lay next to his twin. 

The two lay there in silence holding hands. 

“I’m sorry,” Jughead broke the silence. 

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize to me,” Y/n said. 

Jughead fell silent. Y/n looked over at her twin. She could see that he was mentally beating himself up over this whole ordeal. 

“Jug,” Y/n said. 

“What? What’s wrong?” Jug asked her. 

“Can we kill Penny now?” Y/n asked him. 

“Trust me, she’s made her bed,” Jughead snarled. 

The twins fell silent. Y/n moved over a little bit so she could rest her head on Jughead’s shoulder. Before any more apologies could pass through either of their lips the twins had fallen fast asleep. 

Later that evening, Jughead and Y/n joined everyone else out in the small living room of the trailer. Too many bodies were pressed against each other as they were all trying to get eyes on Jughead and Y/n. 

“So what is our next step?” Viper asked. 

“Yeah, Penny and her fucking Ghoulies can’t get away with this,” Hawk snarled. 

Fp held up his hands to quiet everyone. The room fell silent. Y/n snuggled in closer to Sweet Pea. Ever since she woke up he hadn’t left her side. Sweet Pea only tightened his grip on her shoulders to bring her in close to him. 

“Penny isn’t going to go unpunished for this, but we have to be smart about this,” Fp began. 

“Then what are we going to do?” Fangs asked. 

“We have to be smarter than Penny,” Fp said. 

“So we have to be one step ahead of her, right?” Toni asked. 

“Preferably, a few steps ahead, but yes, Toni, we need to get ahead of Penny so we can beat her at her own game,” Fp said. 

“I think I have an idea of how we can get some intel on Penny’s plan,” Y/n spoke up. 

“What are you thinking?” Sweet Pea asked. 

“We use Malachai to gather intel. He was clearly obsessed with me when I was there with him and Penny,” Y/n explained. 

“Like hell we’re going to let you anywhere near him!” Sweet Pea exclaimed. 

Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“It’s not like I’m going alone. If I can get him to meet alone we can hide Serpents around the area so if anything happens I won’t be alone,” Y/n said. 

“I hate to admit this, but Malachai mentioned Y/n to me. I think we should try this,” Jughead said. 

Sweet Pea glanced over at Fp. “You’re not really going to let her do this, are you?” 

“I hate it Sweet Pea, but if this helps us get ahead of Penny we need to try it,” Fp said in agreement. 

Sweet Pea stood. He looked around the room before back at Y/n. Without saying a word he stormed from the trailer. Y/n sighed and began to peel herself off the couch. Fangs quickly came over to help her up. 

“Let me talk to him,” Y/n said. 

Fp nodded and watched his daughter sorely limp out of the trailer after Sweet Pea. 

Y/n found Sweet Pea at the edge of the trailer park where there were a few picnic tables lined up. He sat on one with a cigarette in his hand. Crossing her arms over her chest Y/n went to stand next to where Sweet Pea sat. 

“How could you want to be around him after what he helped do to you?” Sweet Pea asked. 

“Do you really think that I want to be around the guy that did this to my face?” Y/n asked in reply. 

Sweet Pea sighed. 

“Pea, that man hurt me. He helped Penny hurt Jughead. They want to take down my dad and destroy the Serpents. All I want to do is take them down. So if I have to play nice with Malachai to do so then that’s what I have to do,” Y/n explained to him. 

Silence fell between the two of them. 

“I’m sorry,” Sweet Pea finally broke the silence. 

“Why are you sorry?” Y/n asked him. 

“Because I failed you that night of our date,” Sweet Pea hissed. 

“What? Y/n gasped. “No, you didn’t Pea!”

“Yes, I did!” Sweet Pea roared. “I got knocked out by Penny fucking Peabody. I wasn’t there to help you. You wouldn’t have gone through what you went through if I was a better man,”

Y/n grabbed Sweet Pea’s arm. He looked down at her grip on his arm and then back up at her.

“Did you stop to think of what could have happened to you if you would have fought back? She could have killed you Pea,” Y/n snapped. 

Sweet Pea clenched his teeth. 

“Sweet, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing that you died for me. I need you here with me. I can’t take down Penny or take over the Serpents without you. I couldn’t live without you,” Y/n told him. 

His whole body shook she could feel it in her hand. Sweet Pea climbed off the picnic table and stood over Y/n.

“And do you think that I can live without you? Seeing you bruised and bloody was horrible. Y/n. And then when Sheriff Keller lost you I felt my whole world crumbling down around me. Don’t even get me fucking started on the past few years with you living with your mom. It was a living hell,” Sweet Pea growled. 

“Fine! We both can’t live without each other. So what do we do?” Y/n asked. 

“Just shut up,” Sweet Pea hissed. 

“What did you say to me?” Y/n demanded to know. 

Sweet Pea didn’t reply. Instead, one of his hands curled around the back of her neck. The other arm went around her waist and he pulled her in close. A small gasp escaped her before he closed his mouth over hers. 

Y/n could have sworn that fireworks were going off behind her. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Sweet Pea’s neck. Sweet Pea only growled deeply before pulling Y/n in closer than he could imagine. 

Several long seconds passed by before Sweet Pea finally pulled back. She whimpered at the loss of contact. 

“Please, I’m begging you, don’t be alone with Malachai again,” Sweet Pea whispered. 

Sighing, Y/n looked up at Sweet Pea and nodded. 

“We still need to use him to our advantage,” Y/n said. 

“And we will we just have to be smarter,” Sweet Pea said. 

Y/n allowed for Sweet Pea pull her down in his lap as he took a seat on the edge of the picnic table. Y/n laid back against Sweet Pea and he tightened his grip around her waist. Together, the pair sat and watched the sunset trying to enjoy a piece of calm before the storm. 

[rdale-fics--fuck]

Lucky - FP Jones x reader | Sweet Pea x reader

Request: Can you write a fp one where the reader tries to get closer to him but he tells her she's too young for him and he's not interested so when she starts dating sweetpea he thinks she's trying to make him jealous but she's falling for pea and fp beings to regret his chance with her

Word count: 2837

Warnings: cursing, some angst, age gap at some point, implied sex

A/N: Loved this request! also not very edited oops ily

Forsythe Pendleton Jones, the second. A man you had admired since you were five. The man who you held in your heart since you were thirteen. Back then, it was a small crush, one nearly every girl had experienced at some point. Normally, that crush would dissipate quickly, but yours never did. The thought of pursuing your long time crush had never passed your mind until you were eighteen and a senior at Southside High. You had been a serpent for three years, following in your father’s footsteps much to the dismay of your mother. Your best friends were Toni Topaz, Sweet Pea and Fangs Fogarty, you were the Southsides ‘core four’ who truly just caused trouble and kept the life in the town. When Jughead came along, he slipped into the group with a struggle since Sweet Pea wasn’t a huge fan, but he eventually was welcomed into your group. Jughead was a great guy, but you felt uncomfortable being close to him when you had a crush on his dad. Yet, you were well aware you would either have to get over the crush, or just let your feelings out.

Today was that day, you were going to Jughead’s after school, and the gang was going to the quarry after, and you would have enough time to hang back and talk to FP alone. During your last class, you felt unbelievably nervous, scratching your arm out of habit until your skin was bright red.

“Yo, (y/n), are you good?” Toni asked, grabbing your hand to stop the scratching.

“Y-yeah, thanks..” You muttered, putting your class materials away. “We still going to Jones’ trailer after this?”

Toni ignored the sudden change in subject and decided to leave it alone, “yeah, us two are going to meet at his place and then we can ride to the quarry and meet up with Fogarty and Sweet Pea.”

You nodded as you listened to the plans for the night and smiled tightly when the bell rang. You rushed out of the school and to your bike, tossing your bag in the saddlebag, and placing your helmet on. You started your bike and drove off to Jughead’s trailer. You arrived about the same time as Topaz and Jughead and you kicked your kickstand down, hanging your helmet on your handlebar. Jughead led the two of you inside and you bit your lip nervously when you noticed FP’s motorcycle was home, which meant he was home as well. As you entered, you sat down on the couch and sighed.

“Do either of you want anything to drink?” Jughead offered, going to the kitchen.

“Sure, could I have a water, Jug?” You asked, resting your hand over the red, heated patch of skin on your arm. You had always had a habit of scratching your arm when you were nervous. You heard Jughead call your name and you turned and caught the water bottle he threw in your direction. “Thanks, Jones,”

You sipped your water contently until you heard heavy footsteps approach the three of you and you looked over to see FP. He was probably sleeping, considering he looked like he just rolled out of bed. “You didn’t tell me your friends were coming over, Jug.”

“We’re actually heading out in a few minutes,” He interjected and you bit your lip, taking the time to check FP out. He had taken a nap in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt with a flannel tossed over top.

“M’kay, just call me later so I know you’re alive,” Jughead nodded and grabbed his jacket and you felt a lump in your throat as you tried to think of a lie so you could buy yourself time alone.

“Actually, I might stay for a few, I have a few questions about my bike, I think your dad will be able to help,” You told Jughead, feeling your nerves increase by the second.

“Sure, sure. Meet us there, (y/n/n).” Jughead said as he tugged his jacket on, exiting the trailer with Toni.

You sighed and gently scratched at your arm and looked at FP. “You’re a terrible liar. I don’t know how Jughead didn’t catch that,” FP said with a chuckle, sitting next to you. “What’s going on? Do you not want to go out with them?” He questioned, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

“I-well no, I do, I just..” You began but you couldn’t finish your sentence. Your stomach was in knots, your chest felt tight. This was it, you either confessed or forever hold your peace. He looked at you expectantly and you sighed, putting your head in your hands. “Just- I like you, a lot. And it’s not normal, FP. It’s not just a school-girl crush, I genuinely like you, and I care about you… I don’t know what to do.” You spouted off into your hands and you didn’t feel any better. The atmosphere just felt more tense after you confessed your feelings for the older man.

The room was silent for what felt like hours, even though it was mere minutes. “(y/n), you’re a teenager. I’m Jughead’s dad, hell, I’m old enough to be your dad.” You nodded and looked at him sadly and pressed your lips on his and pulled away when he sat still. “It’s wrong, (y/n). What you should do is find someone your age. This isn’t okay… Why don’t you go be with your friends,”

You held back your tears as you felt your heart break, standing up and exiting the trailer, defeated. WIth your helmet on, your tears struggled to trail down your face and you shook your head. You wouldn’t be able to make it to the quarry like this. You started the bike, kicked the kickstand up and rode the short way home. Once you arrived home, you felt relieved when you noticed a lack of cars, which meant your mother wasn’t home. You went inside and tossed your helmet and shoes off at the door and quickly moved to your room, laying down and crying over your first heartbreak. You felt your phone vibrate and you noticed it was Toni.

“Hey, (y/n/n), are you coming?”

“U-uh, no, I actually feel really sick… like I might vomit,” You weren’t completely lying, after having that horrific conversation, you felt like you might throw up your insides.

“Oh, okay. How about one of us stops by later?”

You felt obligated to accept, these were your best friends, “s-sure… have fun,” you said barely above a whisper before hanging up.

Toni had stopped by later that night and held you while you cried. She thought you were just crying from being sick, and you let her believe that.

For weeks you were sad and you became very distant with your friends, staying home and wallowing in your sorrows. They had become worried with you and decided to take you out to the Whyte Wyrm to comfort you.

“Topaz, I really don’t want to go-” you began until Toni cut you off.

“And I don’t care, you’re stuck inside moping around about something you can’t tell your best friends. You need to get out, (y/n),”

You rolled your eyes and nodded, standing up as Toni searched your closet for a outfit. As she reached the end, she grabbed a short skirt you never wore and smiled. “You’re wearing this,” She said, tossing it toward you with a cropped black band tee. You chuckled and changed into the outfit. You then slipped on black knee-high stockings and high heeled chunky boots. “Perfect,”

You blushed when you looked at your reflection. You hadn’t dressed like this in a long while, but you loved it. Your makeup had been done earlier since you had to hide your puffy eyes while you were at school. “Let’s go,” Toni grabbed your hand and dragged you out of your house. She was making you ride with her on her bike so you couldn’t ditch her later. You hopped on the back of her bike and she took you to the Wyrm. When you reached the bar, you felt sick. It was almost impossible you wouldn’t see FP tonight. You got off the bike and Toni frowned. “What’s wrong? Lighten up, (y/n/n),” She said gently rubbing her hand up and down on your back before leading you inside the familiar bar.

As you entered, Toni took you to your three other friends and you smiled weakly. Sweet Pea smiled, “welcome back, princess,” he joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You normally would ignore his flirting, but you enjoyed it at the moment. Leaning into his body, you listened to your friends as they began talking as they normally would. You felt relaxed and began to feel happier until you noticed FP from across the room. You frowned and looked up at Sweet Pea, biting your lip nervously before moving closer to him than before. “What’s going on, princess, finally falling for me?” He joked and flashed you a smile. You rolled your eyes and smiled back, shaking your head playfully.

“No way in hell, sweets,”

“You sure about that, princess? I bet I could prove you wrong,”

Normally, you would stop that there and go back to whatever you were doing, but you felt compelled to make FP jealous, make him know what he was missing. “Okay, then prove it,” The next moments consisted of his lips on yours, kissing you passionately and then abruptly pulling away. “I might need a bit more convincing,” You winked.

“Nope, nope, no more convincing here, this is turning into porn,” Jughead stopped the two of you and shot you a look of confusion. “Also, you’re into Sweet Pea, like our  Sweet Pea?” You shrugged and chuckled, Sweet Pea had always flirted with you, and the whole group found it hilarious since you never returned the attention. Yet, now that you were heartbroken, you were willing to delve deeper into his feelings.

Topaz laughed with Fangs, “I always knew you two would end up together at some point, you always had a thing ever since we were little.” You blushed and looked down. The two of you had just kissed, not asked each other out or gone on dates, just kissed. You slipped a glance over to FP and sighed since he seemed unphased. Unbeknownst to you, FP was pissed. He felt unusually jealous as you kissed Sweet Pea but he couldn’t bring himself to act on his emotions.

“Hey, let’s go dance,” you suggested, tugging on Sweet Pea’s jacket lightly. He smirked and nodded, walking with you to where other people had been dancing. You jokingly danced around to the song playing, laughing while he just watched you make a fool of yourself. You hadn’t felt happy since you had confessed your feeling for FP. The next song began to play and you clapped since you loved the song. When the beat dropped, you bent your knees and playfully twerked, your ass toward him as you did so. You giggled when he moved closer to you and you straightened up until he pulled your body against his and you began to grind on him. “That what you wanted, Pea?” you asked teasingly, swaying your hips. You didn’t receive a reply but you knew he was enjoying it and you stopped when the song stopped. You continued to playfully dance with him for a few songs before you decided to go back and join your friends again. Little did you know, as you danced with him, FP was watching with intensity, jealousy burning inside of him as he watched you. He was aware he was the one who denied your feelings, but it was for the best. At least he thought it was, but now, not so much.

“I think I just watched porn, straight up porn, starring my best friends.” Jughead said, shaking his head in disgust as you both sat down.

“Oops,” You said simply and shrugged, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. After a few hours, you covered your mouth as you yawned, “honestly, it’s getting pretty late. Topaz, want to take me back?”

“I could take you home, princess,” Sweet Pea offered and you nodded.

“Sure, that good with you, Toni?” You waited until she nodded and you smiled, walking out of the bar with Sweet Pea, leaving your friends behind, along with a jealous and regretful FP Jones.

Two months after the merging of the two schools, you grew much closer to Sweet Pea. You had become official, and were a power couple in the school, two serpents who were truly ride or dies for one another. Although you had pursued him as a rebound, you had revealed true feelings for him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He cared for you and you cared for him. You two were perfect for each other, you had a checks and balances system. You often controlled his anger, and he made sure you didn’t act out when you were upset since you were quite sensitive.

“Yo, (y/n)!” You heard Sweets call out and you turned around to face him as he approached you in the hallway.

“What’s up, baby?” You asked, kissing his cheek happily as you walked to lunch.

“Just wanted to see you,” He shrugged as you both walked outside to grab a lunch table with your friends. Fangs wasn’t here today, but Jughead and Toni were sitting with some of Jughead’s northsider friends. You shook your head and decided to sit with them since the had saved you a seat.

“Only one spot left, but I thought you guys could make do,” Toni said as she moved her bag from the spot. Sweet Pea sat down and pulled you onto his lap.

“If it isn’t the famous southside couple making an appearance today,” Veronica joked and you chuckled. She was right, neither of you would normally go to lunch, instead ditching to spend time alone or for you to take a nap since you always fell asleep in your classes if you didn’t.

“More like infamous,” Jughead corrected and you laughed.

“Hey, we aren’t that bad, Jug,”

“I beg to differ. (y/n), you two get in trouble all the time for skipping class together, or causing fights, or nearly fucking in the-”

You blushed and cut him off, “Okay, I get it, we’re a little much.” You giggled and turned your head to look at Sweet Pea. He was proud of you, proud to be reckless with you, and you loved it.

“Well, I’d like to hear this whole story about you getting caught nearly fucking somewhere?” Kevin asked and your eyes widened and you shook your head while the group laughed.

As per your tradition, you were meeting at Jughead’s trailer tonight before heading off to the quarry. You were in a crop top and short shorts, with your serpent jacket pulled over top. In this outfit, you could clearly see the serpent tattoo on your chest, directly above your heart. As you stood outside of his trailer, you approached the door and knocked until FP answered and you waved awkwardly. “Is Jughead home yet?”

“No, but come on in, he should be home soon,” you nodded and entered the trailer, sitting on the couch. You heard the sound of a motorcycle and you smiled, knowing it was Sweet Pea’s and you watched as he then entered the trailer, waving at FP before sitting next to you.

“Hey, baby,” you greeted, pecking his lips.

“Jug not here yet?” He questioned and you shook your head.

“Nope,” as you leaned into Sweet Pea’s chest, you felt FP’s eyes burning into you. You wished you felt validation from his possible jealousy, but you didn’t. Rather, you just brushed off the feeling of his stare and focused on Sweet Pea and his breathing. In an odd way, you were thankful for FP rejecting you. Although it broke your heart, and you will always have some feelings for him, no matter how small, it lead you to Sweet Pea. That heartbreak lead you to the person you loved.

When Jughead entered the trailer, he smiled when he noticed you two were already there. “Glad to see you aren’t ditching us,” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“I would never,” you faked hurt and smiled as it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“I think Topaz and Fangs are meeting us there tonight since they were both caught up in something. So I guess it’s time to head out,”

You both stood up and followed Jughead out and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as you left the house. As if any pent up feelings for FP had left you as you left the house. Letting out a happy sigh, you looked over to Sweet Pea and smiled. You were very lucky.

[mona-stay]

It Takes Almost Dying

Request by wattpad Prompt see pic

Warnings anguish, main character injury, fluff ending Pairing jughead x reader Story

You walked alone along the path leading up to pops. On your way to meet the gang as you called them. You, Jughead, Archie, Betty, Cheryl, and Kevin had been friends for as long as you could remember. There wasn't a day that you all didn't spend time together. Then Veronica came to town and completing the group making you the magnificent seven. Thursday's was group night, a night was you'd all meet in pops before going to the feature movie at bijou or during summer you'd hang out by sweet water. Now Jughead had joined the serpent's and was still in a meeting with them at the Whyte Wyrm often making him late for group night. 

"so y/n how long you gonna wait before telling Jughead yours in love with him. Some of those girls in the serpents are hot" Cheryl said. Everyone laughed knowing she was talking about Toni topaz, the pink haired serpent who'd stolen her heart. Cheryl smiled "well tee-tee only proves my point about serpent girls, get your boy before finds biker chick," she says raising her eyebrow. It was no secret among the group that you were head over heels for the raven-haired boy. You'd started crushing on him when you were about 12 and it only got worse the older you got. Now you only had eyes for Jughead but were to shy to actually tell him, afraid of rejection or worse a void in the close friendship you had with him.

Unbeknown to you Jughead had loved you for just as long as you'd loved him. He'd never known what to say about his feeling for you chose not to say anything at all, hoping if you felt the same that you'd make the first move so he didn't have too. His serpent meeting had gone on longer than he'd hoped, he took out his phone to text saying he was going to late. "texting your girlfriend" Toni teased. Jug shot a look at her to say shut up, "oh come on Jones just tell her and if you can't find the words just kiss her. She'll get the message" Toni said as she wiped down the bar. After listening to her continue to talk him into expressing his feelings, Jughead decided he was going to do it make the first move. As soon as the meeting finished he got on his bike racing to pops to find you "go get her tiger" Toni called as he pulled off. 

You went outside for some fresh air and a break from Cheryl you loved her but wished she'd leave this whole Jughead thing alone. You'd been sitting on the wall re-reading the text jug had sent 20 minutes ago, saying he was going to be late. Another text came through on my way now see you in 5 mins it said. You smirked "well hurry up I need to talk to you" you typed back. It was a few minutes later when you heard the sounds of skidding tires and scraping metal gave you the worst feeling. Running to the sound your worse fears were met. Jughead laid on the road, his bike on the ground under a car. You screamed as loud as you ever had before dropping to your knees next to him, not caring if they were cut or not. Filled with panic you start calling out his name screaming at him to look at you move say something. He didn't he laid still with his eyes closed.

The others saw you take off and came to follow, running when they heard your screams. Betty got out her phone to call an ambulance, while Kevin went to the other car to check the driver. He was mumbling something about not seeing Jughead he tried to swerve out the way but the bike came to fast. Everything around you was a blur time went by too quickly for you to notice the ambulance pull up. Archie and Cheryl were now next to you trying to pull you away from jug so the paramedics could see to him. You cried into jugs chest your arms wrapped around him holding on tight, almost like if you let go he'd die. Archie grabbed you by the waist dragging you from Jughead's body. The tears rolled down your cheeks as you struggled to break free and go back to the boy you loved.

Everyone was gathered around you, all talking at once some to you, other to each other or on phone calls. To you it was all just noise and sound, your attention was on the medics with Jug, you couldn't breathe properly through crying. Betty came over "the paramedic said one of us can go with him to the hospital," she said. You snapped out of your blank stir, "I'm going" you said pushing past them all. The whole ride there you sat watching the guy work on Jughead, at one stage he stopped breathing and they needed to resuscitate him. You went numb, your body shaking as you mumble "please don't die" over and over to yourself the sound burly audible.

Once you arrived at the hospital they wheeled Jughead through the hospital as you followed gripping tight to his beanie, you didn't even know when or where you picked it up. Nurses had been talking to you but you didn't really hear, some things you nodded and shook your head too mainly are you okay and is there anyone we can call. You had stayed outside the door they rolled Jughead into but wouldn't let you follow.

It had been almost 3 hours since Jug was rushed into surgery, a nurse came out asking if you were his family. Before your brain had a chance to lie your head shook no. "I'm sorry I can't tell you anything right now until I've spoken with his next of kin," she said about to walk away. You grabbed her arm "no, you can't do that please you have to tell me if he's going to be okay please" you beg, the second you speak the tears start to fall again. "I'm sorry miss I can't tell you anything unless your family," she said a little bolder but still sensitive enough to try and not upset you anymore.

A gruff voice behind her calls out "I'm fp Jones, his father and this is y/n, his girlfriend" he said moving around to you placing his arms over your shoulder pulling you in close to comfort you. "please can you tell us how my son is doing" this time his voice shook as he spoke. The nurse gave a small smile "he's still in surgery and is in a critical condition but we're doing the best we can" she said before another head popped out the door calling her in. Not long after both you and for were shown to a room to wait for a doctor with any news. You'd sat in silence still sobbing as fp hugged you, his hand rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. Not long after some of your friends had come in the room to wait as well. Fp looked at everyone, Betty held Archie her face tear-stained, while Archie bit his nail, his eyes red. Finally, he looked down at you thankful you'd finally stopped crying but was still concerned about you. 

Your hands were still gripped to his beanie shaking more, fp didn't need to be a mind reader to know you were thinking the worse. Clearing his throat he reached into his jeans pocket pulling out some money, "hey red, why don't you and Cooper go get us some drinks, I'm sure y/n could do with a coffee now I know I can" he said. Archie got up taking the money from fp, "don't rush" fp said low to him so you wouldn't hear. Archie nodded opening the door as him and Betty left. Part of you didn't really notice them get up and go but you'd heard the door open and close. "y/n" fp said low looking at you. "he'll be okay" he tries to say, "I know it's hard but we have to think of the positive side" he said this time with a little more meaning. You looked at him nodding, he smiled and kissed the top of your head.

A knock on the door made you look up at a man in a white coat walked in "are you Mr. Jones's family?" he asked. Both you and fp straightened up saying yes together. "well as you know the crash was pretty serious, Forsythe" the door said. "Jughead he prefers Jughead" you correct him knowing it's what Jughead would do. The doctor looked at you, probably feeling sorry for you, the state you looked "sorry Jughead has suffered internal bleeding, and he has also a punctured lung. Our team is still working on stabilizing him. Once we've done that we can assess the rest of the damage, things like broken bones, we know his arm is definitely broken but we want to also x-ray his leg too" as the doctor continues to list things written on his clipboard, your hope started to fade. Your grip on Fp tightens as the doctor started talking about the possibility of brain damage and other worries they have. When he left you looked at Fp your eyes filled with tears "they said he's critical! What if he dies? It's all my fault I texted him telling him to hurry!" you start but your breathing starts to become rapid. Fp knelt down on the floor grabbing your face "y/n look at me" he demanded "Jughead's strong, he'll fight this! This isn't your fault y/n and Jughead knows that. you have to stay strong y/n for him" he says trying you calm you.

Trying to distract yourself, you look up at him again "why did you tell that nurse I was Jugs girlfriend?" you ask. Fp raises an eyebrow at you "come on y/n don't act like it's not true. You two have liked each other since you were kids. I know Jughead better than he thinks and trust me when I say that boy is in love with you and It's obvious the way you feel for him otherwise you wouldn't be in the state you are now! You might be able to hide it from each other but to the rest of us looking in it's clear you're made for each other" he smiles. "and if I could choose anyone as a daughter in law it would be you y/n" he says as you hug him. His words meant more than anything to you since your father died Fp was the closest thing to a father figure you had. He always had a way to make you feel better, whether it's emotionally better by telling you things will be okay or help with things like school work or helping your mother with repairs around your house. He'd always been there for you. 

When Archie and Betty come back they smile seeing you looking a little better and not the catatonic shell you were when they left. Betty handed you a coffee sitting back down next to Archie. Another hour or more passed, Kevin came in he'd been speaking with his father. He'd found out the driver who'd hit Jughead had been drunk, his breathalyser had come back over the limit. Kevin then went on to say that his dad is waiting to arrest him once he'd been given the all clear to leave, after only suffering a few minor cuts and bruises. Fp jumped up fast heading for the door, everyone stood up all knowing he was going to find the driver. Archie and Kevin both tried to block the doors, "get out if the way!" fp roared at them. Both boys looked at each other Archie giving a shake of his head to Kevin. "what so you can find this driver?" Archie said, squaring his shoulders. "that bastard was drunk and put my son in the hospital. He gets to sit there with a few cuts while my son could die" fp shouted in a rage. "you'll get arrested too if you do" Kevin tried to reason. Fp looked at Kevin to say he didn't care about his dad "move now!" he said again. 

This time you stepped towards him "please don't, Jughead needs you, I need you to be here please don't go" you said putting your hand on his arm. Fp looks down at you knowing if the worst did happen had Jughead did die, you'd be a mess. Growling loud he sat back down next to you, you smile a small thank you when the door opens. It had now been 13 hours since you'd arrived here still waiting for someone, Betty and Kevin had been to find a nurse an hour ago but couldn't find anything out. The doctor from earlier came in, a smile on his face. "it's good news Mr. Jones, we've stopped the bleeding and repaired his punctured lung. We've also put a cast on his foot and arm" he said as he double checked the notes. "when can we see him?" fp asked, the doctor looked around the room "I can take you there now but only two at a time can go in" he answered. 

Everyone looked at you and fp no question of who the two would be. Betty stood up dragging Archie out of his seat too. "I'm so happy he's okay, I think Mr. Jones and y/n will want to go in do come Archie Kevin will come back tomorrow. If he wakes up, send him our love" she said hugging you before leaving with the boys. Kevin with his phone in his hand already texting Cheryl, Toni, and Veronica about Jughead's update. Once they left you looked back at the doctor "if you both follow me I'll take you to him but I have to warn you he's not awake yet and some of the equipment may look at little scary but I assure you that he will make a full recovery" he said leading you through the hospital.

The doctor wasn't lying the machines they had Jug hooked up looked terrifying. A tube down his throat and iv lines into his arms. You gasped at the sight, fp putting his hands on your shoulders leading you in "he'll be okay y/n" he whispered. The doctor and fp spoke most of it you didn't hear, instead, you sat next to Jughead's bed holding his hand willing his eyes to open. When the doctor left fp came over to the other side of Jughead's bed ruffling his hair "hey son, we're here" he said sadly. After that, the room fell silent the only sounds were bleeping from the heart monitor next to you.

Fp looked at the clock another 3 hours had passed and still no movement from Jughead. "y/n do you want" Fp stopped mid-sentence seeing you asleep, your head on the bed and your hand still wrapped tightly in Jugs. Standing up stretching out the stiffness of his body he came over placing his jacket over your body. He looked at the clock 16 hours they'd been at the hospital for, he was surprised you'd lasted that long awake. A nurse came in to do Jughead's obs, fp took the chance to get a drink. Fp stood next to the vending machine, his fist hit the wall as tears fell down his face. He'd kept strong the whole time for y/n, now she was asleep Fp let his emotions out a little. Fp sunk to the floor head in his hands sobbing, a group of people walked past him making fp stand up. Wiping his face he took a deep breath getting his drinks and heading back before ether Jughead or y/n woke without him.

As he comes to the door the nurse was walking out. "sorry" she smiled blushing, fp smiled back "hey, is there any way to tell when he'll wake up?" Fp asked her. She gave a bigger smile looking back into the room, fp followed her gaze to see Jughead eyes half open still sleepy looking down at a sleeping y/n. Fp stepped into the room "glad to see you in the land of the living" he smirked at his son. Jughead groaned trying to sit up a bit more "what happened" he said. Fp looked at him uneasy "what do you remember?" he sad back. Jughead rubbed his face thinking back. "I remember being at the Wyrm with everyone then leaving to meet y/n. A car was on the wrong side of the road, I tried to swerve out the way shutting my eyes on impact then waking up here" he finished.

Fp smiled at least Jug didn't have any memory loss. "yeah a drunk driver hit you, you got rushed into surgery" Fp said hugging Jug. Soon the topic changed from Jughead's injuries to y/n. "from what Betty said, she came in the ambulance with you, she was here when I got here begging a nurse to tell her how you were. Since then she's been in a state of worry, she thinks this was her fault, your accident. Oh by the way I kind of had to tell them she's your girlfriend, they wouldn't tell her anything or let her stay otherwise so play alone if anyone asks" Fp smirked. Jughead smiled at the idea of you being his girlfriend something he'd wanted for longer than he could remember. With his good hand, Jug moved some of your hair out of your face.

The tickle of his fingertips woke you up, your head whipped up to jug smiling at you "Hello sleeping beauty your finally with us" he joked "you're one to talk Mr. we've waited all day for you to get your lazy ass up" you joke back hugging him tightly. "how long was I asleep?" you ask fp. "about half an hour" he said a little disappointed, he'd hoped you'd sleep longer than that. A few minutes later a doctor walked in, at first he was surprised to see both you and fp sat there but smiled "I'm sorry but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you both to leave while I examine Mr. Jones. You can come back in the morning" he added to the end when he saw the look on your face. "no please can I stay with him" you begged but the doctor shook his head "I'm afraid it's not allowed" he said as kindly as possible. "come on y/n I'll take you home you can sleep easy knowing Jughead's alright and I promise I'll bring you in first thing in the morning" he said. You looked at him defeated. Giving Jughead a hug maybe a little too tight making him wince you said you'd be back the second they'll let you, before turning and leaving with fp.

The next day you got up at 8 am calling fp to get up too so you could go to see Jughead. When you got there he'd just woken up himself feeling more painful today than he had last night. "you didn't have to come in this early" he laughed looking at the tired groggy look on his dad's face. You both sat down next to him, fp showing him the things he'd packed for him, including his laptop and mobile. You all spent the morning chatting when fp left to get some dinner from pops for you all. "so your message you said you wanted to talk to me! what was it?"  he asked. Before the crash, you had all intention on telling him you loved him but now you were nervous and scared and had lost your bottle. "nothing it's not important I can tell you when you're out if here" you say hoping to deflect the subject. To your luck Archie, Betty Cheryl, and Toni came in, you all spent the day laughing cheering Jughead up. When it was time to go Fp took you home promising to take you back. 

It was a week before they let Jughead come home, longer if the hospital had their way. Over the last 3 weeks, Everyday you went to the trailer to care for him, you'd help cook his and Fp's meals or bring takeout from pops, You'd tidy around the trailer and genuinely keeping Jughead company. The pair of you spent your days watching different movies laughing and joking and enjoying spending time together as you normally would. But being this close had its disadvantages, normally you could push down your feeling for the raven-haired boy but after seeing him almost die those feelings were stronger and harder to ignore. It didn't help the longing looks you both shared or the long touches that felt more than friendly, you wanted to believe what you felt jughead did too but to part of you didn't want a solid answer in case the answer was he didn't share your feelings. 

Today was no different, you had both been sat curled up under a blanket watching so silly TV movie. Like all the other times in the last few days you looked at each other his thumb tracing circles on your arm, the feeling washed over you to kiss him. You stood up quick struggling to control your feelings, saying were about to start cooking now the movie ended when Jughead grabbed your arm, "y/n, the night of the crash" he said. Your heart started to pound, you knew this conversation would come up sooner or later. "Jug I can't remember what I wanted to say when I sent that text" you lied. Jughead rolled his eyes "that's not what I was going to say y/n. I was going to say I was speeding back to pops because there was something I wanted to tell you and if I don't say it now I don't think I'll find the courage again to say it" he rambled. You reached over and held his hand in yours. He looks you in the eyes smiling "y/n, I like you hell I think I love you and I have for a while now. Your my best friend and I..." Jughead started to lose his confidence, his words not finding the right meaning. He remembered what Toni told him about if he can't say it, Jughead land over his lips touching yours. 

You couldn't believe it, you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure it was real. You didn't know what to do, feeling like one of those people on TV who'd won the jackpot and it hadn't sunk in yet. Jughead started to feel nervous you hadn't reacted to his kiss. "please say something!" he said searching your face for any clue to what you were thinking. Biting your lip you looked back at him "I lied to you before" you say. Jughead felt his heart shatter, he'd told you his feelings and you answer by saying you lied, not even acknowledging the words he'd said. Jughead wanted to run if his legs would let him. The touch of your hand broke him out of his panic, "I lied when I said I didn't remember what I wanted to tell you. I actually wanted a conversation similar to this only I wanted to tell you that I love you" you smile at him. He blushed with a smile "you love me?" he asked confirming you'd said what he heard. "yes Jug, I love.." you didn't finish, your words cut off when Jughead kissed you again. This time you kissed him back, your arms wrapped around him as you melted into his kiss. You were both so caught up in each other to notice the door open, a forced cough from Fp made you both jump. "finally glad to see something knocked some sense into the pair of you" Fp smirked more than happy to you together "however I have pops, y/n you staying for dinner I got enough for all of us" he smiled giving you a wink.

The next day Jughead had enough of being stuck in the trailer and wanted to get out. It was Thursday and classed and group day, at pops you helped him up the steps ready to walk through the door. He held your hand as you started walking to a booth at the back. Cheryl saw you both standing up, "my my my what do I spy with my little eye" she said pointing to your hands. Jughead smiled putting his arm around you "wait are two?" Toni asked with a knowing smirk, "yep, where the newest pair to rival choni as cutest couple in Riverdale" you laugh. Cheryl smirked "no one can rival Choni, but I have to admit your are cute and all it took was almost dying for you two to see what the rest of us have seen for years" she smiled. Jughead kissed the top of your head as pop came over taking your orders. You sat in Jugs arms, it was like nothing and everything had changed and all for the better.

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lukas & conrad + jealousy

anon asked: “Really dumb fire emblem request but can I ask for my favorite SOV boys Lukas and Conrad headcanons where they get jealous of a dog that their s/o is playing with?”

a/n: THE BOYYYSSSS

lukas:

doesn’t really realize he’s jealous. really, he’s not too in touch with his emotions and jealousy is kind of a foreign concept to him. especially if you’re just playing with a dog, he just enjoys how happy you look petting it and speaking to it as if it’s a child.

eventually it starts following you around. even when you guys march to another location, the dog is there, never too far behind. it growls at anyone who gets too close to you (which lukas is thankful for, especially when python tries to flirt), but when it growls at him, then he sees the problem. you laugh and assure him that the dog, which you’ve now dubbed ‘ike’ (despite the fact it’s a girl) will warm up to him eventually.

he only starts to get annoyed when he comes into your shared tent and sees the dog sleeping in his spot. tries to shoo the doggo away but it doesn’t budge.     + lukas looks into the camera like he’s in the office.

he sighs seeing that you’re already asleep. he doesn’t want to disturb you so he resigns to sleeping in forsyth’s tent. (he would’ve went to python’s but he would be teased endlessly).

when you wake up and lukas isn’t by your side you get worried. you didn’t feel him come to bed so where was he? you get dressed and go searching with him, only to find him already eating with forsyth and python.

“hey lukas!” you call, and he looks up at you and the mutt bouncing after you. “where were you last night? did something happen?” lukas straightens up, hearing python start to snicker. “i came in and saw... ike sleeping in my spot and i didn’t want to disturb you, so i slept in forsyth’s tent.” you start giggling, floored that he would willingly give up his cot to a dog. “lukas, you could’ve just moved him. you act as if he’s not 25 pounds.” 

conrad:

unlike lukas, he actually loves animals. especially dogs, those are his weakness, so when he sees you playing with one during some free time you had, he’d run over to play with it too. 

it becomes like you two’s child, as the dog is never not following you or him around. celica would find it adorable, and would use the snapshot tome to take “family pictures” of the four of you. 

he starts to feel jealous when he sees you petting the dog more than you show him physical affection. he knows it’s a silly feeling, but he's a pretty emotional person, so he can’t help it.

he’d start to be more clingy when he realizes, thinking that if you’re showing more physical affection to the dog, newly named ‘minerva’, he’d just have to communicate the fact that he wanted more affection from you. 

you and conrad are out relaxing in a field near the camp, his head in your lap, playing with his hair, when he sees minerva come running up to you, licking you all over your face. you see conrad start to pout as you giggle and start talking to minerva in a baby voice. your hands come out of his hair and start scratching the dog on her head, that’s when he really gets jealous.

“why’d you stop?” he says, a bit pathetically, and you look down at him, his head still in your lap. you command minerva to sit and you let out a short laugh. “sorry, i was petting her.” you see the pout still gracing his features. “...you aren’t jealous of a dog are you?” conrad’s ears turn pink, suddenly realizing how stupid he was being. “a bit.” he admits quietly, “but i know you love me more... sorry i was just letting my emotions get the best of me, is all.” you lean down and kiss him on the forehead. “don’t worry about it. you’re much cuter, anyways.”

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Doll (FP Jones - Riverdale)

Request: Hello I wanted to ask you if you could make a series on fp jones with reader it is the mother of jughead and that jellybean is his half sister please

Summary:The story of FP’s first love, the mother of his son Jughead. 

I’m really excited about this and i’m planing to make a second part or more parts if you all want. 

Please tell me what you think. 

‘’Jug! Yell! Breakfast.’’ Y/N called out, putting two sandwiches and two apples in two paper bags. ‘Ju-’’

‘’Yeah, yeah,  i’m here.’’ A black haired boy cut her off before sitting down at the desk and digging in the eggs and the bacon on the plate in front of him.

‘’Good morning, sunshine.’’ Y/N smiled as she walked to him and kissing his forehead before giving him his orange juice.

‘’Morning mum.’’ He replied not showing any emotion just as Jelly  bean walked in the kitchen and joined her brother.

‘’Morning Yelly, how did you sleep?’’

‘’Good.’’ She replied, mirroring her brothers lack of emotion. Y/N still, after all this years, found it fascinating how much her son and his sister were alike.

‘’Well, you two, enjoy your breakfast and have a good day at school.’’ She told them before kissing Jellybean’s forehead and grabbing her coat. ‘’I can pick you guys up from school… if you two aren’t too afraid to look uncool with your mum picking you up.’’

‘’Nah, mum, you’re cooler than any of my friend’s mom’s’’ Jellybean told her with her mouth full of scrambled eggs.

‘’Aww thank you sweet pea, but i meant that you’ll look uncool compared to me.’’ Y/N winked making them both laugh.

‘’Your lunch is in the counter. See you after school.’’ She blew a kiss their way before grabbing her purse and walking out the doors.

‘’Hey there, doll.’’ A deep voice made the woman jump.

‘’FP, how many times do I have to tell you to stop sneaking up on me like that!?’’ She turned around, only to come face to face with her man.

‘’Can’t help it, you’re too cute when you’re scared.’’ His hands found their all to familiar spot on her hips as he pulled her close and places a soft kiss on her lips.

‘’I’ll give you cute. When I murder you in your sleep, Forsythe Pendleton, in your sleep.’’

‘’I’d like to see you try.’’ He chuckled before kissing her again.

‘’Don’t test me, FP.’’ She tried to fight a smile as she turned around and walked to her car.  

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As she drove  she couldn’t help but think about how her life has turned up side down in the last couple of years. 4

She and FP first met  when she was in high school, where they hooked up at one of the parties in the south side.

*

‘’Well don’t you look like the most delicious thing ‘round here?’’ A  guy that was probably twice her age asked Y/N, making her roll her eyes in annoyance.

‘’Also the most underage thing ‘round here, so move along.’’ She told him, mimicking his accent before waving her head as if to shush him away.

‘’Is that so? How are you in a bar then?’’ He asked with a smirk, showing his yellow teeth.

‘’Magic.’’ She  shrugged walking away.

‘’How about i show you a magic trick or two?’’ The man grabbed her arm pulling her into him.

‘’Dude let go!’’ She tried to pull away from him.

‘’Cmon honey, I’ll show you a good tim-.’’

‘’She’s not interested, Topaz!’’ A deep voice interrupted the guy, making him let go of her.

‘’C’mon Jones, I got her first. Go get yourself another one.’’ The guy, Who’s name was apparently Topaz.

‘’You didn’t.’’ The tall dark and handsome stranger shrugged, his voice icy and demanding. ‘’She’s with me. We’re together.’’ He wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her close to him and away from the old guy.

‘’Oh,’’ The guy let go of her and took a step back. ‘’Have at it then.’’ And with that he walked away.

‘’Thanks.’’ Y/N smiled up at her saviour, who still had his arm around her, keeping her close, not that she minded, of course.

‘’Oh, I didn’t do it for you. You owe me a drink now.’’ He said with a wink.

‘’Is that so?’’ She raised an eyebrow at him.

‘’Mhm.’’ He nodded and lead her to the bar.  ‘’What’cha drinking?’’

‘’Whiskey will do.’’ She said, not being able to keep her eyes of him. There was something about him, that just attracted her to him. Even tho he was a stranger she felt safe with him.

He sent her a look that said ‘if you say so’ and ordered two whiskeys. ‘’I’m FP’’ He introduced himself as he gave her her glass.

‘’Y/N.’’ She said before taking her glass  and clicking it to his glass before bringing it to her lips, not breaking eye contact with him and drinking it.

‘’So, Y/N, what brings you to the south side?’’ He asked, his eyes sparkling with fascination.

‘’I’m a teenager, I’m rebelling against my parents.’’ She said with a matter of fact-y voice. ‘’And you? FP Jones, what’s your secret?’’

‘’I see.’’ He chuckled at her sarcasm. ‘’No secrets here, doll.’’

‘’If you say so.’’ She shrugged. ‘’FP… What  does that stand for?’’

He leaned in closer so his lips were brushing against her ear. ‘’If I told you, I would have to kill you.’’

‘’No secrets, huh?’’ She bit her lip, hoping he won’t notice her blushing.

‘’Give me one good reason for me to tell you and i will.’’ He smirked, leaning back against the bar, his eyes travelling up and down her body shamelessly.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or it was those dark eyes of his but she stepped closer to him, her lips inches away from his. ‘’So i’ll know which name to scream out when i come…’’ She could see his eyes widen, ‘’back to the south side, and i need a saviour.’’ She said after a pause.

‘’Well aren’t you something.’’ He smirked.

‘’Apparently so.’’ She smiled sitting down on the stool next to him.  

They ended up talking for hours, and one thing lead to another and she ended up spending the night.

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She was an uptown girl, making her and the 23 year old southside prince the perfect Romeo and Juliet of Riverdale. After that party neither of them could stop thinking about one another. So the serpent asked her out. It was the chilche of him asking her out and she refusing time after time, until one day she gave in. They did not know it at the time but she had gotten pregnant after the first time they were together.

As soon as her parents found out that their lovely daughter was knocked up by the south side trash, they kicked her out.

*

‘’This won’t work.’’ A 17 year old Y/N told her boyfriend of 3 months.

‘’What did i do now?’’ FP Jones rolled his eyes.

‘’Nothing,’’ She crossed her arms in front of her, in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that her stomach was getting bigger and bigger. ‘’I’m moving.’’

‘’Where?’’

‘’To my gramps.’’ She said, not telling him she was pregnant with his baby.

‘’What about school?’’

‘’I’ll finish it there.’’

‘’Why?’’ He kept his face neutral but his clenched fists and tensed posture told another story.

‘’They have a better program, with AP classes for uni..’’ She shrugged as if she hadn’t planed all of the answers in advance.

‘’And no other schools closer than that have a better program?’’ He  huffed in annoyance.

‘’No.’’ She shook her head, biting her lip to stop it from trembling. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ She stepped closer, wanting to kiss her first love one last time before promising herself she will never see him again. She will not curse her baby to live the south side life, she will protect that baby anyway she possibly can.

‘’Nothing to be sorry for.’’ FP said, his voice icy cold as he turned around and walked out of his trailer, leaving her alone.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ A single tear ran down her face as she looked down at her stomach.

*

‘’Hey gramps.’’ Y/N offered her grandpa a sad smile as he opened the door only to see his grand daughter standing on his porch with two suitcases in her hands.

‘’She really did it?’’ The oldman asked as he hugged her. ‘’Your mum really kicked you out?’’

‘’You know how she is. Dad offered for me to stay if i abort the baby, but it was already too late.’’ She explained once she let go of him.

‘’Come in, you’ll freeze.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ She went to pick up her suitcases but her grandpa beat her to it.

‘’No lifting heavy objects for you. You have to look after yourself, and the little guy.’’

‘’What’s making you think he’s a boy?’’ She asked as she entered the old house.

‘’A feeling.’’ He smiled. He was so happy when he received a letter from her, telling him she is pregnant.

‘’If you say so.’’ She laughed. She always loved her grandpa. The summers when she could come and visit him were the best she ever had. She knew he would take her in when her parents kicked her out.

*

The next six months were anything but easy. She started home schooling and finished her high school with the highest honours. She was determined to get her education. She never wanted to be one of the housewives that settle down and let their husband provide for them. Hell, she was becoming the complete opposite of that. She was a single mother raising a bastard baby. A sweet boy, who became more and more like his father as he grew up.

‘’Why do i have such a weird name, mama?’’ The boy of only 5 asked her.

‘’It belonged to one of the best men i knew. Why do you ask, Forsythe? ‘’ The girl told him, finally looking up from her work. She finished university and got her first job as a lawyer.

‘’Tell me about him.’’ He tugged on her skirt making her smile and lit him on her lap.

‘’I First met him when i was 16, almost 17. He was tall, and had black hair, just like you.’’ She ruffled the little boy’s black hair. ‘’He was in his early twenties at the time.’’ She looked out the window trying her best not to cry. She still missed him.  ‘’He was like a knight in a shining armor. There was this other guy who kept following me, and he wouldn’t leave me alone. So Forsythe Pendleton or FP, as everyone called him, came and saved me from that guy.’’

‘’So he’s a hero?’’ The boy’s eyes lighted up.

‘’Yes, Juggie, He was my hero.’’

‘’I wanna meet him.’’ The 5 year old said as he jumped from her lap and walked to his toys.

‘’Maybe one day.’’ Y/N, Said more to herself than to her son. ‘’One day.’’

*

A year has passed and the time for Jughead to start school came sooner than expected.

‘’For fucks sake!’’ Y/N cursed as she read the letter from the local school.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ Her grandpa asked, looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

‘’They say they don’t have any free spots in the first grade. They are the third school i tried to enroll Juggie in.’’ She let out a frustrated breath and threw the letter into the trash.

‘’Here, try this one. I have a good feeling about this one.’’ The old man offered her the last letter. Without looking she opened it and went straight to the paragraph that told her if they have any free spots or not.

‘’He’s in!’’ She almost screamed in excitement.

‘’See, I told you this one is going to be the one.’’

‘’Oh..’’ Her face fell as she realised it was the School in Riverdale. ‘’It’s my old school.’’

‘’That’s good. I think it would do both of you good to move back there.’’ He told her. He always tried to tell her that she shouldn’t keep Jughead a secret from his father.

‘’Looks like we don’t have much choice.’’ She smiled trying not to show her true emotions. She was scared of what her life will be like in Riverdale. But she’ll figure it out. Like she figured out this. She will figure it out, for her son.

‘’Juggie?’’ She called out.

‘’Yeah mommy?’’ Messy head of hair peeked around the corner.

‘’We’re moving, honey.’’

‘’Where?’’

‘’Mommy’s hometown.’’ She said, a strange bitter taste in her mouth as her words sank in. ‘’Riverdale.’’

‘’Sweet!’’ The boy smiled before running up to his room and gathering all of his toys.

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Ah yeah I'm actually gonna do this.

Pairing: FP Jones x Reader (reader is 23)

You and FP have been sleeping together for sometime. You guys decided to get drunk, and the next day he has a killer hangover, but you have an idea how to get his mind off of it.

Warnings: smut. Sex, blowjob, facial, dirty talk (a lil?) ,age gap? Is that a warning lmao. First time writing smut so it may be terrible. Idk what warnings to put here tbh.

You awoke fairly early for a night of drinking and besides a slight headache you felt fine. So you got up made some coffee and took some aspirin. You know you needed to hydrate but you can't start the day without coffee.

After making yourself a cup and downing it you decided to make FP a cup and wake him up. He had to work today and even though you two weren't seriously involved you cared about him and wanted him to get his life back on track.

You shook him awake and held the coffee out to him while he groaned.

"My head." He mumbled barely opening his eyes to accept the coffee.

"If you can't handle the hangover maybe you shouldn't drink so much." You smiled at him. You were obviously joking, you've had killer hangovers in your day.

"Yeah, kid, one day you'll be old like me and dealing with the same shit." You laughed lightly and handed him some aspirin.

He took the aspirin and sipped at the coffee. You suddenly had an idea, besides being hungover (even slightly) makes you super horny for some reason.

"Alright. You got work in about an hour and a half and you need to feel good right?" He glanced at you, a suspicious look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" But your hand was already headed towards the band of his sweatpants. "Doll, you know I'm always down for anything you want to do, but I don't think I could have sex without being nauseous."

"Well lay back, Jones, and let me make you feel good." He had some more protesting in him but soon your hand was wrapped around his cock and any protest he had left died on his lips.

You slid your hand up and down swiping at the precum when it leaked out and made sure he made eye contact as she brought it up to your mouth, sucking it off your finger.

"You're gonna kill me, doll." You smiled at him.

"I'm trying." He managed a laugh.

You went back to his cock and after a few more pumps you wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue. You instantly took his dick all the way to the back of your throat and fought off gagging.

He was moaning lightly, barely audible. You always tried your hardest to get him to be louder and occasionally you could.

You started bobbing your head up and down, faster and faster. He was getting louder and you could feel yourself getting soaked just from sucking him off. You slipped your hand into your panties glad you were wearing a skirt today.

"Fuck, doll, I'm so close." You looked up briefly making eye contact. "Do you want me to come all over you? All over your face?" You moaned in agreement.

The vibrations shot through his dick and he groaned. "You're so good at this baby." You were weirdly proud of yourself and started to apply a little more suction. "Alright, fuck," He could barely get his words out, "you're gonna have to stop because I want to fuck your pussy." You released his dick with a pop and he all but growled as he bent you over his bed.

He shoved your underwear to the side and thrust into you roughly. "Fuck you're so wet for me. All this because my cock was in your mouth?"

"Mm fuck yes." You moaned out.

He saw you bring your hand to the front of your panties and begin to rub. He pushed your hand away. "You can't come until I tell you to, princess."

You moaned again at this. He was pounding hard and you could barely contain yourself especially with all his dirty talk.

"You're mine. I own this sweet pussy and your pretty little mouth."

All you could do was moan in agreement, but it wasn't good enough for him. He pulled his dick all the way out of your pussy.

"Say it, doll."

"I'm yours." You managed to gasp out. You needed to come. You couldn't stop. He slammed his cock back into you.

"FP, fuck its happening." He began pumping faster and started rubbing your clit.

"Come for me." He said into your ear and you instantly came. "I'm close too, baby girl, and I made you a promise earlier."

You turned around and got on your knees in front of him as he came on your face. You couldn't help but moan out again.

After he was done he collapsed on the bed. He glanced at you still on the floor, looking for his shirt to clean yourself up.

"You look gorgeous right now, doll." You rolled your eyes at his comment.

"You're lucky you're so cute, Forsythe Jones, otherwise you wouldn't get away with a comment like that." You cleaned yourself up and laid on the bed with him. "Feeling better?"

"Much." He responded.

"Good because we both got work." You smiled at his groan as you pulled him off the bed.

He got ready and you had to get ready as well. When you were leaving he finally said something.

"Hey, you know all that....'your mine' stuff?" He said as you exited the trailer.

"Ummm, yeah. I assumed it was heat of the moment stuff. I don't mind."

"I think it was a little more than that..." He all but mumbled.

"Oh." You were speechless.

"Hey look I know you don't want to be stuck with an old guy like me-"

You slapped his arm, "Hey. I know I said heat of the moment stuff, but I really care about you FP. I'm not like in love, but I have feelings. Let's see where this goes."

"You really are a doll." He gave you a kiss before you got into your car. You waved as you drove off.

You did not expect that from FP, but it was...nice and new.

And to be honest you were excited.

[tea-and-cardigans]

Love To Hate You

Hey guys this is a fill for the short fics AU list that went around a little while ago. I am still working on the prompts that came through and this fill, combines #7 requested by @yougottahave-faith and #45 by anon.

Also I got a little carried away and it is longer than I originally intended.

Edit: just realised I did secret relationship instead of fake relationship as the prompt requested. Sorry guys. 😭

#7: secret relationship au

#45: pretending to hate each other au

The two friends were sitting together on opposite sides of their usual booth. Betty was twirling her straw in her vanilla milkshake while Archie recounted to her how her dad’s health was progressing. The shooting at the diner had been a wake up call for the town of Riverdale. A reminder that things had changed for the small town.

Nothing was ever going to be the same again.

The sharp ring of the bell overhanging the door of the diner rang out signifying another arrival to the quiet spot in town.

Jughead Jones spotted Archie and raised his head in acknowledgement before going to the counter to order his usual with Pop’s who nodded and returned to the kitchen. Betty was doing her best to ignore his arrival focused solely on the droplets of condensation running down her glass.

The loud clearing of his throat demanded her attention as she looked up, her head tilted in question as she looked him and down.

His hand rested on the back of the booth behind her head. “Is this seat taken?”

She made a display of rolling her eyes and huffing loudly as she shifted over allowing him space as he took the seat in the booth next to her.

“There is space over there Forsythe.” she exaggerated his name, watching him prickle at just her using it.

“But I want to sit next to you. Elizabeth,” he whined, mimicking her as she stuck out her tongue in response.

“Can you guys just be civil for one night?” Archie suggested from his seat watching who used to be his two best friends going at it again.

“I can be civil. Can’t speak for Cooper here though.”

“It’s Betty, you know it’s Betty.” She shot back in response. Archie sighed loudly and leant back in the booth praying that Veronica would just hurry up and arrive. She was always running late leaving him alone with the two scrabbling children who used to be friends.

“Sorry Cooper has a certain ring to it, don’t you think Archie.”

“Whatever.” He shrugged his shoulders craning his head again to see whether he could see the distinctive flash of purple that would signify Veronica’s arrival. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her arrive with the comforting ding of the shop door opening. She sauntered over to the booth where they were sitting delicately sitting next to her boyfriend before she smoothed down the skirt of her purple dress. Not a hair out of place.

“You’re late.” Archie grumbled his arms folded across his chest.

Veronica ignored his mood and leant over to press a kiss on his cheek. “Good things take time Archiekins.” Archie continued to sit in a huff so Veronica turned her attention to the pair opposite her. “Did I miss anything?”

“Just Jughead being annoying.” Betty replied as she threw a look at Jughead, who had placed a hand to his chest in mock outrage.

“Me. Annoying? Betty you wound me.”

“Right business as usual then.” Veronica surmised as she turned to Archie who nodded his head in shared exasperation.

It hadn’t always been this way. Her and Archie could remember numerous nights spent at Pop’s Shoppe sipping milkshakes, sharing fries and discussing the going ons in the small town. They had been the team that had brought to light the killer of Jason Blossom. They were those meddling kids. And it had felt good. Veronica had even entertained the thought that maybe the sleuthing duo weren’t just sleuthing in their spare time. That maybe Betty had found her knight is a grey woollen beanie. But then the fighting had started.

Neither her nor Archie knew what it was about. They had asked Kevin who also was in the dark as to why their friends had fallen out. They thought that it would pass eventually as most fights with close friends do. Once the realization hits that what was worth fighting over isn’t really and everything is forgiven. Only it didn’t. Three weeks on and there were still the jibes, the name calling and the refusal to even sit next to the other if they could help it. Except on nights like tonight when Jughead had seemingly decided that it was the perfect way to get under Betty’s skin.

Archie just wanted his best friends to be friends again. Or at least be civil to each other. To be in the same room without arguments or eye rolls or snide remarks. But it was soon going to be okay because Archie he had a plan.

It wasn’t a very good one, not by Veronica’s or Kevin’s standards. But it was a plan and Archie was proud of it. He just wasn’t quite ready to share it with anyone just yet. Just in case they talk him out of it.

“Hey guys I was wondering whether you might be able to help me out tonight.” There was some trepidation in his voice as asked aware that he was beginning to put his plan into action.

“Sure Arch.” Betty replied almost immediately always keen to help her friends.

“Thanks Betty. I have been working on a new song and was wondering whether you would be okay to listen to it. I mean I need an objective opinion. No offense Veronica.”

“None taken.” Veronica responded taking a sip of his milkshake.

“And since you two have been so vocal in your opinions of my music before.” Betty looked away from him at this statement remembering that time at lunch when her and Jughead had said some not so kind things about Archie’s style of music.

“Of course Arch. Anything we can do to help.”

“Yeah sure man.” Jughead replied nonchalantly as he nodded appreciatively at the waitress who had brought out his order. “We can eat first right.”

“Typical, always thinking about your stomach.” Betty said jumping on the chance to make a comment against him. Jughead stared at her as he took a large exaggerated bite of his burger, chewing as loudly as he could. Betty hated loud eaters Archie could already see her tensing up in response.

“Yeah you can finish your burger, Jughead.”

“Good.” He replied offering Betty a taunting grin as he took another bite and Betty crossed her arms in front of her.

***

Archie had taken them back to his house in his dad’s old pickup truck. It had been some awkward driving lessons with Fred still not yet cleared by the doctors to resume driving. So Archie was his personal taxi at the moment. But thankfully he had been able to pick it up quickly under Fred’s guidance.

The four of them entered the converted garage and Archie went over to pick up his guitar, before he began to look around the garage in confusion. He began to tap his jeans pockets as the others watched him. Jughead was impatiently tapping his foot, while Veronica and Betty looked concerned and began to scan the room not even sure what they were looking for.

“Damn.” Archie said looking at Veronica.

“What?” Veronica looked at him concerned.

“I think I left something up in my room. My lucky guitar pick.” A loud scoff from Jughead’s direction had Betty scowling at him. “Veronica can you help me look upstairs.”

“I can look too.” Betty offered, but Archie held out his hand stopping her movements towards the exit as she went to follow the couple.

“It’ll be too cramped in my room with all of us looking. Maybe I did leave it somewhere down here. If you don’t mind looking too.”

“No problem.” Betty smiled brightly.

“Thanks guys. Really. It’s red, with blue stripes.” He shouted as he pushed Veronica out the door. Betty and Jughead moved to the other side of the garage before Archie poked his head outside the door which was now only slightly ajar. “Just so you know this is for your own good. You two need to talk out whatever is going on.” They both stared at him confused until they heard the door shut behind him and the distinctive click of a lock being shut on the other side of the door.

“Oh no he didn’t.” Jughead exclaimed as he ran to the door twisting the handle and pushing to find that it didn’t budge. “He locked us in.” He turned to face Betty who was now by his side.

“Guess there is no ‘lucky’ guitar pick then?”

“Guess so.” Jughead sighed as he looked around the edge of the door for some way to shift it before deciding it was a lost cause and turned to face Betty who had closed the distance between them. There was a distinctive mischievous tint in her eyes one that he had seen before. “Looks like maybe Archie is taking our fighting a little more to heart than we thought.”

“We should tell them shouldn’t we?” Betty’s eyes searched his own already knowing the answer.

“I think it might be time. Before he takes even more drastic measures than locking us in his garage.”

“But for now we are here all alone. Locked in with no means of escape.” Betty ran her fingers up the flannel shirt that she had been itching to touch all night. Betty knew the real reason Jughead was frustrated to be helping Archie with his music. They had almost a standing date at FP’s trailer. Far away from prying eyes, mainly those of Alice Cooper, the two teenagers could become lost in one another.  

“What did you have in mind?” he asked having a pretty good idea of what she had in mind and he was in complete agreement.

“Well the garage is sound proof.” She said with a quirk of her eyebrow as she balled the material of his flannel in her fist and pulled him towards her, her lips locking on his.

The ‘fight’ had been her idea. The night of the Jubilee they had found themselves at the office of the Blue and Gold working on their final article together before Jughead would be transferred to the Southside. They had been through so much together and their friendship had only strengthened through the investigation of Jason’s murder.

She had thought about how much he meant to her, wondered if she now meant the same to him. But neither were brave enough to make a move until that night. While she leaned on his shoulder reading over the paragraph he had written he had looked up at her. Watching her lips purse carefully as he could already see her critiquing his work in her head. He noticed the way the light from the screen hit her face giving her an almost ethereal glow and he knew then that he would never forgive himself if he didn’t kiss her.

He cupped her cheek in his hand reaching up as she seemed stunned at his sudden action. He tilted his head around twisting so that he could capture her lips with his own. A soft kiss. Enough to relieve the pressure that had been building in his gut the last few months while also stoking the fire burning there. He pulled back briefly but she chased his lips with her own, returning the kiss in earnest. The rest was a blur to him as their lips moved against each other. His hand on the back of her neck, hers reaching under his beanie, a chair falling to the ground as he stood and pulled her to him. Everything seemed to be coming together.

But then they had found out Fred Andrews had been shot. That while they had been together tangled in the sheets of his childhood bed in FP’s trailer  Archie had held his Dad who was bleeding out on the floor of Pops diner. Then Jughead had needed to move to the Southside and it just didn’t see, like the right time to share their relationship with the rest of the gang. Betty had come up with the idea of them pretending to be fighting, knowing that Veronica and Kevin would catch onto them all too easily if they didn’t provide a distraction. It wasn’t the best idea but it was only meant to be a few days at most.

It didn’t take either one long to discover that they started to enjoy their teasing and performance a little which only made their eventual rendezvous more exciting. Perhaps that was part of the reason they continued to maintain the charade well past the time it was needed.

“It is so hard to keep my hands off you.” He murmured into her neck as he pulled her down to straddle his lap as he sat on the old couch of the garage. “Especially when you are so feisty.” He pulled himself up to nip at her lips which she kept teasingly just out of reach.

“Is that so, Forsythe?” A wicked smile played on her lips and he inwardly groaned at the sound of his real name. Although if anyone had to say it he preferred it to be her.

“That I won’t miss.” His hands slipped under her sweater and the thin blouse it covered. She was always so warm. He felt the softness of her skin as his hands trailed up her back, keeping her in place as he pulled her down for another kiss. Her hips ground against his own and he struggled to keep himself in check. He wanted to lay her down bare beneath him and take whatever he needed, knowing that she would be only too willing to let him.

Her fingers were in his hair in an instant. His beanie falling somewhere behind the couch.  They always found their way to his locks. Betty was well aware of the importance of his beanie and the barrier that it provided between him and the rest of the world. He couldn’t help the groan that left his lips as her fingertip traced over his scalp knowing all the right places to press and pull. His fingers meanwhile slipped under the band of her bra as he pulled her closer still. He felt her chest solid against his own as his lips moved away from her lips as she groaned in frustration at the loss of contact. He brushed his lips against the outer shell of her ear. “I want to see you come undone.” He whispered into her ear and her hips bucked into his in response to his words. She would have never had imagined the things that would come out of his mouth but was glad that she was the one that got to hear them. That his words were just for her.

His fingers moved downwards to the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. Before his lips were again on her neck, not wanting to break contact from her for longer than was needed. Her hands were exploring his body as he removed her hair tie letting her blonde locks tumble over her shoulders as he pulled back to examine her. Her eyes intense, lips swollen and it was all for him. Unable to resist for much longer he pressed his lips to hers again as she returned the kiss in earnest.

Their movements soon became hurried as they continued to kiss while each divesting the other of their clothing until they were down to their underwear. Betty let out a squeal as Jughead moved her to lay on the couch before trapping her with his own body over her. His lips travelled lower as he braced himself above her, they ghosted over her neck. Her collar bone. The touch was so light but Betty felt every sensation her senses taking in every movement as lips traced the outline of the lace of her bra and she raised her hips towards his.  She felt his hardness at her centre the thin material between them doing nothing to hide his arousal.

She wanted so badly for  him to claim her. “Please, Juggie.”

They jumped apart as the door to the garage swung open and the cool air of the night filled the garage.

“Oh my god. My eyes. My eyes.” Kevin took in the scene in front of him before clasping his hand over his eyes. Jughead grasped the cushion from the sofa and covered his lap and his obvious bulge, while Betty’s arms flew around her torso as she grasped Jughead’s t-shirt and pulled it up to cover herself. “Are you decent?” Kevin shouted as he peeked through his fingers.

“Sort of.” Betty’s meek reply came from the couch her heart was still thumping in her chest, partly from her recent state of arousal and partly from being caught in the act. Literally by her best friend. Kevin slowly removed his hand from his face as he took in the looks of the two lovers in front of him. Betty’s hair was loose from the usual ponytail and Jughead’s trademark beanie was nowhere to be seen.

“So how long has this,” he moved his hand between the two of them. “Been going on.”

“Since the Jubilee.” Betty answered. Jughead remained silent. While his eyes scanned the room for his jeans to provide him with some more modesty. “We were going to tell everyone eventually. But then so much was happening and it just didn’t seem like the right time.” Betty explained realising that their plan sounded even weaker out loud than it did in her head.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Jughead piped up as he grabbed his jeans from the floor, while he held the cushion tight to his body.

“I got a text from Veronica to say that Archie had locked the two of you in here. She was worried that given how things were at the moment that the two of you might tear each other apart. Not tear each others clothes off.”

“We’re sorry Kevin really. I guess we just sort of got caught up in each other.”

“I can see that Betty.” Betty’s blush intensified as she looked away. “I’m going to go and Archie and Veronica while you get dressed. Then you can tell them yourselves.” Betty looked sheepishly towards Jughead who scooted closer to her on the couch. He reached down to hand her her clothes which she accepted shimmying into them as she handed him back his shirt.

“Look on the bright side Betts,” Betty stared at him for a moment before he sighed. “No need to call me Forsythe again. Ever.” She rolled her eyes as he pulled her in for another kiss not caring anymore who saw them.

[sweetimagines]

A Night To Remember - Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Jellybean Jones 

Description: AU where JB is only a year younger than Jughead. Archie screwed things up with her, will he redeem himself? 

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Word Count: 1579

A/N: @nylalushlifexx asked for part 2, sorry it took so long, hope you like it! Had to use a random gif because my internet has not been cooperating with me. @ju-gg thanks for the inspiration on how to write texts <3 (this time is a tweet, but I think it still counts). I’m leaving the ending loose, so if you guys want I can write another part!

Archie’s expressions are all over the place, from confusion to disbelief, joy and acceptance but also regret and guilt. “You can’t tell JB.”, he requests his friend. “She’s my SISTER, Arch.” Jughead doesn't think he can keep anything from her either way. “That would hurt her, is that really what you want to do?” The ginger boy can’t bear the thought of hurting that sweet girl. Jug pounders for a second. “Fine. But as long as you keep away from her.” Jughead doesn't want to be put in this position again. “What?”, Archie asks, barely audible. “It’s the best thing for JB.”, Jug reasons, noticing the disappointment in his friend’s face. “Fine.”, Arch agrees, even if everything inside him is screaming for him not to, for he never felt such a strong connection with someone so fast. The raven-haired boy looks towards the window just in time to see Alice walk out of Betty’s room next door. “That’s my cue. Talk later?” Juggie feels bad for his friend, but his sister comes first. “Sure.” Archie just drops back on his bed, still smelling like the dark-haired Jones’ girl.

Jellybean knocks on Archie’s open bedroom door before walking in. “JB. Hey...” The ginger boy rests his guitar on the bed and stands up nervously, brushing the back of his hair. “Your dad let me in... Am I hallucinating or your mom is back in town?”, she asks sardonically. “Yeah. Long story. What are you do...”, he’s interrupted. “Came to return your shirt.” She walks dangerously close to him and hands him the folded fabric she worn to sleep the previous night. Their fingers brush against each other for a second, making it almost impossible for him to keep his promise to Jug. Right now all he wants to do is grab her cheeks and kiss her lips. It seems as if this is exactly what JB’s desiring since she’s standing on her tiptoes, inching closer to him. Arch remembers his dumb mistake from this morning and leans back, making the girl stumble down, confused. “JB, we shouldn't...”, he can barely get the words out as every single one feels like it’s burning his throat. Jellybean holds in tears that instinctively want to fall. “Right. I’m gonna go...” Her voice sounds coarse from the knot that formed in her throat. Andrews watches her walk away, regretting letting her go. But he’s afraid the truth will hurt her more than that.

JB rushes back to her house, closing the front door behind her and leaning against it, covering her face with her palms. “Hey, kid. What’s wrong?” FP brings his daughter close to his chest and brashes his fingers through her long dark hair calming her. “Stupid Archie.”, she confesses as soon as her cries lessen. Forsythe doesn't look surprised at that, rather ‘disappointed’. “Want me to send Sweet Pea to take care of him?” Jellybean laughs and nods no. “You sure? He’d be more than willing.”, he jokes, for seeing a smile on his daughter’s lips is all he needs right now, even if just for a second. “I just wanna watch Kill Bill and eat Rocky Road...” She walks towards the DVD shelf and picks her movie. “You got it, JB.” FP gets their snack from the kitchen along with two large spoons while the girl brags extra pillows for them. 

The dark-haired girl rests her head on her dad’s shoulder as they eat the ice-cream right out of the carton while her favorite film plays on. Jug arrives half way into the movie and notices his sister’s puffy red eyes. He knows full well why and some of it is on him. The boy seats next to her on the couch and wraps his arms tightly around her. The comfort from her brother’s arms make her fall asleep. Both Jones’ man are relieved, for now she’s no longer in pain. 

At school, Archie keeps hoping he’ll bump into her in the hallways or catch a glimpse of her in the cafeteria so he can apologize and explain everything, hopefully getting another chance not to screw up. However, she’s nowhere to be seen all week.

Jellybean has been eating lunch at the Blue and Gold office with Jug and Betty to avoid having to watch River Vixens flirt with Andrews. Jughead feels guilty. He wasn't aware his sister actually liked his best friend. The beanie clad boy just figured it was a meaningless drunk hook-up. But upon seeing the light vanish from Jellybean’s eyes he knows he made the wrong decision, even if his intention was to protect her, but she got her heart broken either way. 

Jughead can’t have both his sister and best friend miserable because of each other any longer. He cancels date night with Betty and invites Archie for a sleep-over of games and junk food. Archie denies at first, since it’s not the same anymore. But Jug insists so much, he budges and accepts. Still, the defeated boy plays distractedly, being beat by Juggie on his favorite game. Archie keeps glancing at JB’s bedroom door closed, hoping she’ll come ask to play with them like she always does and everything will be back to normal. Instead, it remains closed, concealing the girl inside with headphones on to block Archie’s voice.

Archie wakes up a little earlier than usual, wishing he’ll find JB in the kitchen preparing waffles or pancakes, drinking coffee before her dad wakes up and sees it, humming words to her favorite songs. But she’s still hiding in her room, scrolling through Twitter. 

@AndrewsBullDog: Have you ever regretted something so much you wish you could redo it all?

@JBJonesI: You and me both...

Jellybean replies to his tweet, not intentionally. She just hits send instead of delete. The girl doesn't panic, though, maybe he needed to know how she feels. 

Archie takes her reply as a hint he has a second chance, instead of how she meant it, that she’d take it back. He runs to Betty’s house and knocks constantly until a very angry Alice opens the door. “Hey, Mrs. Copper. Is Betty in?”, he asks, catching his breath. “Yes, in. In a quest to drive me crazy.” Arch hears Bets upstairs and runs up. “Sure, come in...”, Alice mumbles to herself before closing the door.

He shows her the tweets, hopeful. However, the blonde understands it better and tells him what JB truly meant by her answer. Archie ignores it, probably because it’s not about what’s true, but what he wants to believe in. He begs for her help and she accepts. Betty wants to see them working out whatever there is between them. He asks if she knows any of Jellybean’s classes but all Bets knows is where her locker is. That seems to be enough for him as he hugs her in appreciation.

He leans against her locker at school, impatiently waiting for her to arrive. When he spots her gorgeous dark hair pulled back by her headphones, he smiles. How could he had never realized how beautiful she is before? She sees him standing by her locker and walks in the opposite direction, but he follows her, deviating from passing students to get to her. Archie grabs her wrist and makes her turn around to face him. JB rests her headphones on her neck and Archie almost giggles at how pretty it makes her look, even with a furious expression. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but just hear me out, please?”, Archie pleads and she can see the genuity in his request so she nods yes. “There’s no excuse to what I did. But I was oblivious to how you felt until you told me. I've been figuring out how I feel...”, He tells her with a sorrowful voice. “And how is that?”, Jellybean tries not to show any emotion, but she’s nervously fidgeting with her headphones cord. “I really like you, JB.” He pauses because the thought of saying it to someone who doesn't feel the same anymore can break him, but she is worth the possible pain. “I feel stupid for not knowing and I’m sure I made a huge mistake.”, Arch explains. “That’s an understatement, Archie. I told you I was in love with you. You kiss me and the next day you ditch me.”, Jellybean says angrily. “I know... I’m really sorry.” He brushes his finger on a loose strain of hair falling on her face and tucks it behind her ear. “Can we redo this?”, He practically begs. Her strength fails her the second he touched her face. JB’s brain is screaming her to say no, but her heart is melting from looking at his puppy eyes. “We can.” She holds in a smile, but can’t help a grin from forming on the corners of her lips. Archie can barely believe her answer. “We’re gonna start right this time. Wanna go to Pop’s after school? As in a date...”, Arch asks, nervously. He’s not usually this insecure, but he doesn't wanna do anything wrong that will make him lose her again. “I’d love that. I’ll meet you up front and we can walk there.” JB’s eyes light up again since this is what she wanted all along. “Perfect. Can I walk you to class?” She smiles and agrees. They walk the halls of Riverdale High and he grabs her hand, interlocking their fingers as she blushes and leans closer to him.

[madelainesvixens]

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT: CHAPTER SIX | ME AND MY BROKEN ARM

Saturday, October, 10th

4:21

Turned out it was indeed broken.

Or, at least, that's what Dr. Richard said. He used to patch up soldiers in the military but lost a foot during an explosion and was forced to retire. Now, patch up people who can't afford hospital fees in an old basement on Southside.

Dr. Richard casted FP's arm without asking questions. With Serpents frequently coming in with gun/knife wounds, the old man knew better than to ask. The less he knew, the safer he was.

Once they were done with the cast, Alice walked FP home, saying she had left her bag there. Truth was, she didn't brought her bag tonight; she simply wanted to make sure his dad wouldn't aim at him again.

FP couldn't help but feel like an infant as Alice helped him undress - it was a struggle with his cast. His arm would hurt every time he'd try to move it. How was he supposed to take off his jeans and tee shirt with one arm without moving his right arm? It was impossible without someone's help.

''If I can't undress by myself, how am I going to have sex with this damn cast?'' the teenager asked as Alice pulled his tee shirt over his head.

She snorted. ''Tell your big dick not to worry. The swelling will go down and the painkillers will kick in. You'll be fine.''

''The painkillers?'' 

Dr. Richard wanted to sell them for fifty bucks but FP's wallet was dry...so they didn't get them. That's what he thought.

Alice pulled out the bottle from her leather jacket's pocket and wiggled them in front of FP's eyes.

''Did you steal them?'' he asked, popping open the painkillers's cap and swallowing two pills dry.

''No, Dr. Richard keeps his good shit locked up. He has like, five padlocks on his cupboard.''

''Wow. That...intense.''

They moved to the jeans and FP undid his belt, working on the button and zipper. ''How did you get them, then? Please tell me you didn't pay-''

''You're a good fuck, Jones, but, I wouldn't spend fifty bucks on you. I just showed him my boobs and he let me the bottle.''

''You did what?! That man's a fucking perv.''

''You didn't have anything to pay, I wasn't going to let you in pain.''

She helped him out of his jeans and FP pulled her onto his lap before kissing her. ''I'm the one you should be showing your boobs to.'' He dipped his head and bit at the part of her breast that was peaking out from her bra.

The blonde laughed and swatted his good arm. ''Stop it, you're gonna pierce my shirt.''

FP snickered. ''I'm not a fucking shark.''

''I know. I wouldn't let you go down on me if you were.''

A smug grin spread on the boy's lips. ''You love when I do that, don't you?''

She hummed, closing the gap between their lips, tongue sliding in. FP's hand snaked under her shirt and she pulled back. ''I should get going. It's almost four-thirty.'' Standing from the Bulldog's lap, she straightened her clothes and headed toward the door. ''Night, Jones.''

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16:09

When FP woke up, he quickly realized the painkillers had stopped working their magic. He groaned, rolling over and grabbed the bottle of medicine from his nightstand, taking two. Checking the time on his alarm, FP almost couldn't believe he it was ten past four. He had never slept in this late before. Maybe it was the painkillers's fault?

The stillness of the house told FP that his dad hadn't returned from work. He let out a breath, relieved. After last night, the teenager didn't feel like sharing a room with his old man. He fucking broke his arm, it wasn't some little bruise he could cover. People would ask questions at school. Around town. At work. Can he even work with his cast?

''How am gonna explain this to everyone, Ali?'' FP asked as they were taking the turn on Elm Street. He raised his cast. ''I can't tell them what happened.''

Alice pursed her lips. ''You have time to figure it out...or I can push you down the stairs.''

Standing from his bed, FP made his way to the bathroom to shower. He took one after the game but with everything that happened last night, FP doubted he was still smelling fresh. Like always, the water was on the colder side - thanks to his dad for not replacing the water heater. To add to his unpleasing shower, he had to put a plastic bag around his cast to keep it from getting wet - very trendy if you ask him.

The doorbell rang mid-shower but FP ignored it. At this hour, it's probably an Avon ambassadors or hawkers.

To his annoyance, the sound persisted and the teenager quickly rinsed off, wrapping a towel around his waist. He went downstairs and opened the door, leaving a trail of water behind him. A tall man with slicked back salt-pepper hair, a matching beard and a heavy, worn in leather jacket stood of their doorstep.

''Is Forsythe here?'' the man asked, skipping presentations and greetings.

''Who's asking?''

''A...friend.''

FP pursed his lips, judging the man.

Beside his work buddies, his dad didn't have many friends and FP was pretty sure he had never seen this man before. Who was this man and why was he trying to pass for father's pseudo friend?

''Do you know what time he'll be back?'' the man pressed.

''Erm, no,'' FP lied, having a bad feeling.

Jaw clenching, the man cursed. ''You're Forsythe's son, aren't you?'' He raised an eyebrow at FP, seeing a resemblance with his dad. ''Tell your old man he better bring us the money soon or else he won't be walking on his two legs,'' he threatened before turning around, leaving the Jones's property, giving FP a full view of the patch on the back of his jacket. A beige skull with a red ring around it and one word at the bottom of the design: Ghoulies.

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18:45

Forsythe came home half an hour after the man left. He didn't stay long though. He changed out of his work uniform and headed back out for the night - probably to some bar. A part of FP wanted to confront his dad about the man who came this late afternoon, last night's fight came into his mind as he glanced down at his casted arm and he decided to ask another time. He already one invalid arm, he didn't want to risk another injury.

Taking advantage of the absence of his father, FP turned up the sound of his and put on one of his favorite cassette tape - thanks Fred for the birthday present. He laid on his back, only clothed of plaid boxers and an old band tee, letting Nirvana's Come as You Are fill his ears. The music was so loud he almost didn't hear the phone ringing downstairs. If the song hadn't ended and the caller hadn't persisted, he honestly would've never heard it.

FP paused his music and headed to the kitchen, picking up the device from its receptor. ''Hello?''

''Hey, FP, it's Gladys. My dad is letting me borrow his car for the night, wanna go to the drive-in with me? There's a special showing of Dirty Dancing.''

FP scoffed. Dirty Dancing? Not really his genre... ''Why would I go see Dirty Dancing?''

''There's some steamy scenes in it...and we don't have to actually watch the movie,'' she said suggestively.

Although a good fuck would've helped him releave some tension, FP couldn't say yes to Gladys. He would have to explained how he got his arm in a cast and, honestly, he wasn't feeling up for that. He also didn't want her to scribble pink hearts all over it with a marker.

His left hand and crumpled magazines will have to do for tonight.

''Tempting. But, I'll have to pass.''

''Since when do you pass on a good fuck?'' There was a short pause and Gladys blurted out a new offer, afraid FP would hang up. ''I'll suck your dick. I know you love my lips around you.''

''Another time.'' FP laughed, shaking his head. ''Bye, Gladys.''

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21:03

Around nine, FP's stomach felt funny and he realized he had been popping painkillers all day on an empty stomach. Very bright. Knowing better than checking in the fridge - he knew it was empty -, he put on a thick flannel over his tee shirt and a pair of ripped jeans and headed to Pop's.

The diner was empty when he walked in.

''You know it's your day off, kid?'' Pop said from behind the counter as he saw FP walking in.

''Can't I crave a good burger on my day off?''

Pop smiled. ''Sure can.''

The elder man went to the kitchen and got started with FP's order. Two cheeseburgers, on large fry and a chocolate milkshake. Once everything was ready, he returned to the front and set the teenager's order on the counter.

''What happened to your face?'' Pop asked as he put FP's burgers down, catching sight of the cut on his forehead.

''Partied too hard last night. Fell on the way home,'' FP explained, lying through his teeth and lifting his cast.

Pop hummed. ''You should go lighter on the beer, next time,'' he suggested with no judgement. ''Still able to come in tomorrow?''

''I guess so.'' FP took a large bite of his burger, calming down his stomach.

''I've seen a blind man flipping burgers. You sure can take orders and clean tables with one hand.''

Two girls walked in, taking a seat at one of the booths. Pop went over to take their orders, telling FP he'll be back shortly.

''A brunette with brown eyes passed and asked for you earlier tonight.''

Gladys, FP guessed. She must've passed to see if he was working before calling.

''Is she your girlfriend?''

FP snorted. ''No, Pop.''

The man hummed. ''Why not? She seemed nice. And beautiful too.''

''We're just fooling around. Nothing serious.'' He'll admit, Gladys was a beautiful girl but, FP couldn't see himself dating Gladys. She was a bit too eager for his taste. ''Since where are you interested in my love life?''

''I've known you since you were barely two foot, FP. I've seen you grow up and become the handsome man you are today. I'm just surprised that the Bulldogs's MVP isn't already taken.''

Just as Pop finished his sentence, the bell dinged and Alice walked in, looking dashing as always in her ripped denim and leather jacket.

''Rumor has it, FP Jones has some erectile trouble.''

FP turned, a frown on his face. ''What the fu-?'' His eyes softened, catching sight of her. She had a grin on her lips, knowing very well it wasn't true.

''I was at the drive-in with friends and I heard a group of girls saying Riverdale High's BMOC had problems below the belt. Is that true, Jonesy?'' She raised an eyebrow and took a seat beside FP, stealing a fry from his plate.

He flashed her a smug smile, holding her gaze. ''You're best placed to know, don't you think, Alice?''

''You came here to drown your sexual frustration in burgers?''

''Pop's burgers are the best, can't you blame me? Oh, that's right, you haven't tasted them yet.''

She rolled her eyes, stealing another fry.

''Did he mention today's his day off?'' Pop informed her, butting in from behind the counter.

FP narrowed his eyes at his boss.

''It's your day off?'' She gave him a judgmental look. ''Who in their right mind go to their work place during their day off?''

''Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. These are still fucking delicious.'' He took a large bite of his burger and exaggeratingly moaned at the taste.

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21:51

Secluded in FP's bedroom, the raven haired boy pushed the material up Alice's torso until her breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. He pressed a kiss right between her two breasts before moving his mouth to the side, closing over her nipple and Alice moaned. She arched her back as FP sucked gently, stopping for a brief second to switch and take her other nipple in his mouth.

Alice sat up, reluctantly pushing FP's mouth off her body. ''Let's play a game tonight, Jones.''

FP cocked an eyebrow, pushing that annoying piece of hair away from his face. ''A game?''

The blonde nodded, a mischievous look on her face. ''Since Dr. Richard said you had to rest, I thought...maybe I should be in control tonight. What do you say, FP?''

It wouldn't be the first time she'd take control. She had the ridden the stallion before and - wow - that girl was something. She knew what she was doing and wasn't the kind to get tired after two minutes, she was a strong one.

''I say it's a fucking brilliant idea.''

She rose from her spot and removed the rest of her clothing, laughing as FP was still in the process of removing his belt. He gave her the finger and she laughed even more, clearly amused.

Once he was ridden of all clothing pieces, FP sat comfortably against his pillows. ''Ma lady.'' FP took Alice's hand and pulled her over his lap, one leg on each side.

''Do you still have condoms?''

He nodded and reached to his bedside table, ripping the packet with his teeth. At least he knew how to do that with one hand.

Guiding Alice closer with his good arm, she closed the gap between their bodies, pressing her lips to his. Her hands moved to the side of his head, fingers lost in his dark tresses as FP's dick brushed her entrance. He groaned at the contact, jerking his hips up to meet her but she fled his touch, an amused grin on her lips.

While it was fun to tease FP, she too was horny for the good dick so she reached back, holding FP's erection and sunk down without warning, feeling his fingers curl on her waist, digging into her skin as he disappeared inside her.

"Fuck, Ali," he muttered under his breath, feeling her tight walls around him.

She rose up on her knees and sunk down again as FP licked into her mouth and met her every moves. At that, she let out a small noise that he wanted to hear for the rest of his life...so he did it again.

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Sunday, October 16th

6:53

When FP arrived at Pop's on Sunday, he was surprised to see Pop alone behind the counter.

''Morning, Pop. Where's Fred?'' he asked his boss.

''At home.'' FP pulled his eyebrows together. ''He called saying his father had been admitted to the hospital during the night.''

''Mr. Andrews? How come? I've seen him no later than Friday at the game. He was looking in great shape.''

Pop shrugged. ''Fred didn't say a lot. He sounded pretty shaken up. You should give him a call. He'll need the support from his best friend.''

FP nodded, taking note. ''Will do.''

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19:30

After his shift, FP headed straight to Fred's. If he's not home, he'll go to the hospital.

FP pushed the doorbell and a few seconds later, the door opened, revealing a tired looking Fred. Without saying anything, Fred stepped away from the door and FP followed him inside. They sat in the kitchen, Fred at the head and FP to his left.

''I heard from Pop about your dad.'' FP paused, seeing his friend stiffening. ''How is he?''

''He's stable. The doctors was sketchy, though. I think they're holding something from me.''

That can't be good, FP reasonned but said nothing. He was there to show his friend support, not make him worry and feel worse.

''What happened?''

''Heart attack,'' Fred replied. ''I-I found him on the floor when I got home from the party. I shouldn't have gone-'' Fred put his head into his hands.

''Hey, it's not your fault. You couldn't have know, Freddie.''

''The doctor said if I had found him five minutes later he would-''

''Stop. Your dad's alive. That's all that matters.'' Fred rubbed his eyes, nodding. ''Whatever happens, he'll get through it. Your dad's a strong one.''

Fred nodded and FP pulled him in a bro hug.

''I'm scared for him. I...I can't lose my dad, FP.''

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Monday, October 12th

10:10

In English, Hermione took Fred's seat and sat beside FP.

''I saw you.''

FP glanced at her, eyebrows pulled together.

''With that Southside hoe at Mantle's party,'' she continued, scribbling down on her worksheet, making it look as if they were discussing about the lesson. ''Lowering your standards, I see. Let me guess, did all the hot girls saw through your player game and ditched you for your teammates? Next thing, you'll be hitting on Penelope Blossom.''

The raven haired boy snorted. ''As if,'' he said, chewing one his gum.

''Maybe that's not such a good idea, after all. I heard tiny dicks gets caught between brace archwires.''

''Thinking about my dick, uh?'' FP called back with a smirk.

She wrinkled her nose. ''Ew, gross.''

''What exactly is going down with you and Alice?''

''Nothing serious. We're just messing around.''

''Does messing around include a pain kink or? Last time I saw you, your arm was fine and that was before you left with that blonde psycho.''

''Shut up, Hermione. You don't know shit,'' FP replied through gritted teeth, defensive. ''I was drunk and fell on the way home.''

She laughed, shaking her head. ''Disreputable. At least Hiram can hold his alcohol.''

Why was she bringing Hiram into this? Wasn't she into Fred at the party?

FP scoffed. ''Such an admirable Romeo.''

The sarcasm in his voice made Hermione narrow her eyes at him behind her glasses.

''Laugh all you want, Forsythe. One day, I'll be on the edge of glory with Hiram and you'll be at the rock bottom, scrubbing toilets in one of our properties all because you got downgraded from the football team in high school. Why was it again? Being caught pants down on school grounds?''

''Fuck off.''

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