#Fangs Fogarty x you

[yourjughead]

Forgotten Mail

Sweet Pea X Reader Oneshot

Synopsis: Following the death of his best friend, Sweet Pea finds the emotional toll a lot to bear even a year following Fangs death.

A/N: This is kinda a sad fic, gets a bit fluffy after getting a bit shouty.

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The unmistakable sound of a bottle opener cracking against its latest victim, a bottle of golden liquor. Sweet Pea took a drag of his freshly opened drink and sat in the darkness of home, the tv attempting to illuminate the tin shell. His head could only just be torn from the tv set as you stumbled in the door, groceries in hand, diner uniform begging to be swapped for pjs.

“Hey honey” Sweet Pea replied with a lowly grunt and took another sip, returning his eyes to the screen. You rolled your eyes and then went onto to unpack the groceries before a large manila envelope caught your eye.

“Pea…” you took it in your hands and walked to Sweet Peas side after flicking on a main light

“Mhm” you stepping in front of him in a bid to get his attention only to have him tilt to see around you. You reached down beside him, taking the remote and switched off the buzzing screen.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself!” you smacked the envelope into his chest and his face immediately dropped.

“Ohhh I was supp-osed to mail this wasn't I?” you huffed loudly before stomping off and slamming your bedroom door. Sweet Pea took a few misguided steps, putting his two hands on the doorframe to steady himself.

“I'm sorry I forgot” the door flew open in front of his face and you found yourself squaring up to the tipsy Serpent.

“You're sorry? YOU’RE SORRY?! THATS MY COLLEGE FEE! I COULD LITERALLY BE THROWN OUT OF COLLEGE BECAUSE YOU FORGOT”

“WELL I DI-DNT MEAN T-O FORGET!” you pulled your face further from his at the smell of liquor tainting his breath. You found yourself slamming the door again.

“YN! Ope-n the door, I forgot, I'll do it tomorr-ow”

“You said that yesterday!” You called from the other side. You curled up at the end of the bed, hugging your knees to your chin.

“YNN, I'll g-o do it no-w” he attempted, turning on his heels and stumbling toward the envelope. You unlatched the door, easily overtaking him and retrieving the envelope first.

“Don't bother. I'll do it myself, I do everything else”

“YN, you know the pa-st year has bee-n hard for me” he glanced to his feet and back again, to find your face softening.

“Sweet Pea. I know it's not been easy. No one has found losing….losing Fangs easy to deal with-” he looked away from you again, unable to cope with the words and your eyes. Sweet Pea reached back for the bottle he had opened only to have you snatch it from him again.

“Hey!”

“Sweet Pea, enough. You've had enough. Fangs wouldn't want you wasting here,a fucking shell of someone who was once great”

“You don't understand” Sweet Pea bit out, his tone taking a completely different turn, his face souring. The past year had been hard on both of you. You had bounced back as much as you could, if only so the both of you could survive. You helped Sweet Pea as best as you could but often you felt you were fighting a losing the battle.

“I understand Sweets” you tried to pull him back to softness, unable to. You could feel your heart almost leap from your chest as he suddenly caught the mud coloured bottle from you and sent it flying into the living room wall behind you.

“NO Y-OU DON-T” you flinched at both his action and his volume. Shock painted across his face at his own actions as pain decorated yours. You turned quickly, clutching the evenlope, reaching for your jacket and heading back towards the door.

“Get help Sweet Pea, I can't do it anymore” for a final time that night you slammed a door between the both of you. Enough was enough, you needed space from it. Sweet Pea threw himself back down on the sofa, cracking open the lid of a new bottle, bringing the opening to his mouth. He sighed into it, looking around the empty trailer, his eyes landing on the shards of glass. He couldn't believe he'd done that, that was so unlike him. He felt he didn't know himself in that moment and was unsure if he could find his way back to who he was again. Unsteady, he rose again from his seat, stalking over to the coat hanger and draping on his leather jacket. He needed a change of scenery, drunkenly lacing on his shoes and heading out in the direction you had just left.

Cool liquid swirled around the soles of his shoes, the puddles finally breaking down the worn walls of torn sneakers. He kept his pace even and eyes on the flooded path ahead as the rain and night encapsulated his entire figure. The fresh water rain whirled into the salty drops falling from his world-weary eyes and were almost immediately swept back away with a battered hand. A chill coarsed down his spine with bitter revenge, the sensation of multiple sets of eyes sank into his back. Sweet Pea let the next 10 minutes happen, too tired from his fight with you to fight off the Ghoulies earning their stripes, he let them tear him down as if only so his outside appearance could attempt to match the raging storm inside.

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Air laboured its way through Sweet Peas lungs as the smell of clean cotton woke him from his heavy sleep. His blurred vision attempted to take in the sterile light of his environment. Every inch of his body screamed at his gentle movement, placing a heavy hand to a swollen right eye.

“oh my god my head” he rasped out, the beeping of various machines competing with the volume of his heart beating.

“Take it easy Sweets” you guided his hand gently back down to his side, holding it in yours to trace small circles around the IV insertion site.

“YN” he breathed quietly out, closing his eyes gently again.

“YN!” Sweet Pea attempted to jolt forward, his aching bones bringing that movement to a swift and painful halt.

“Shhh Sweets it's okay, I'm here for you”

“What happened?” Sweet Pea brought his other hand to hold his throat, the scratching vocal cords burning from his side of the conversation.

“You're in the hospital. Last week….they jumped you…Ghoulies…..I shouldn't have left you alone that night” betraying tears fell from your eyes, landing on the crystal white cotton sheets as you sat on the edge of his bed.

“I threw…I threw something at you YNN” his own tears falling now, only to be brushed away gently by the back of your free hand.

“YN, I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry, I can't believe I did that” Sweet Pea pleaded and began to once again attempt to sit up, only to have you beckon him to stay put.

“It's okay Sweets, this has been a hard year”

“That's not good enough YN, I'm in a bad place. I want to feel like myself again. I want to be better, I'm going to get better” a small saddened smile found its way across your face as you leaned down and kissed his cheek forgivingly. He meant it, he'd try, he'd try to be better and you'd help him.

“Sweet Pea when I got that phone call about what happened you….I really thought you were gone” you fought back the sob, pressure building in your throat.

“YN, I will never leave you….besides I have a letter I have to mail” you gently nudged his chest as his soft laugh. Sweet Pea did get better from there, of course he had his moments but never again a moment like that night. Never again was all hope lost. Never again did he forget to mail your letters

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Fainting

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Fangs Fogarty x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 3747

Warnings: Bulimia, Self-harm, Starvation

Y/N: Your Name 

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Fangs and I have lived together for about a month now, and in that month I’ve managed to hide the fact that I fucking hate my body. No one knew and I was too worried about being judged to tell anyone. I knew deep down that Fangs would never judge me, I mean we’ve been dating for three years now, but the voices always win in the end. So that’s why I spend a lot of time in the bathroom whenever Fangs goes out without me. 

“I’ll be back in a bit, babe!” Fangs called. He was going out with Pea for a job with the Serpents. 

“Okay! Be careful!” I called back. Ironic I’m telling him to be careful when I sit at home and throw everything up. 

“I will, love you!” He said. 

“Love you too!” I said and heard the door close behind him. I waited a bit to make sure Fangs wouldn’t walk back in because he forgot something. The last time that happened I pretended to shower so he wouldn’t hear me. Once I was sure he wouldn’t come back I got off our bed and walked into the bathroom. I pulled out the scale and took a deep breath before I stepped on it. I closed my eyes and tried my best not to shake. I took another calming breath and slowly peeled my eyes open to look at the horrid number. 130 pounds… I sighed, at least I lost two pounds since yesterday. I didn’t really eat anything yesterday. Or the day before. Or the day before that. In fact, I couldn’t really remember the last time I ate a proper meal in which I didn’t throw up a few hours later while Fangs was asleep. It was probably a year ago? Someone at school made a comment about me that I brushed off in the moment, but it was like a silent switch flipped in my brain. After that, I went home and stared at the mirror, noticing all the imperfections about myself. That was the day I decided to lose weight. When normal methods weren’t working, I turned to the extreme. It was the only thing that gave me results… It didn’t help that I started comparing myself to people Fangs talked to. The girls were way prettier than I am. The boys were skinnier than me. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Fangs chose me out of everyone. I couldn’t think of any reasons that Fangs stayed with me all this time, or even why he asked me to move in with him after my trailer burnt down. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy with Fangs, but something in my head just isn’t on the same page as my heart. 

I sighed and looked down at the number once again. 130 pounds. It was below the average weight of my age group, but 120 or even 110 would be way better. I stepped off the scale and looked at myself in the mirror. 

Look at your thighs, they’re so fat. Don’t forget that huge stomach of yours. Did you see that girl he was talking to at the bar last week? Now she was perfectly skinny. The perfect body. 

I sighed and ran my fingers over my body. Fat. That was all I could feel. I was fucking fat. No matter how little I eat, or how much I worked out. I will always be fat. Fat and fucking ugly. I would never be perfect like those people Fangs talk to. I took off my clothes and looked in the mirror again. I stared at my stomach. Even though the scale says I got smaller, to me it looks like my stomach has grown another twenty pounds. My stomach growled as I lightly touched it. I hated the hunger pains, but the feeling of emptiness was too addictive. I love feeling like I finally was in control of my body. I moved my hands down to my thighs and felt the small scars that were slightly raised. When I first started that’s how I would punish myself when the workouts didn’t work, or if I gained another pound or two. That didn’t last long since Toni found out and told Fangs. I wasn’t too attached to the cutting, so that was easy to stop. The sharp pain as the razor glided through my skin, pulling beads of crimson up through the cut, wasn’t as good as the starving. It didn’t make me feel better like not eating. I shook my head and glanced over at the toilet. I’ve become very acquainted with it. My head was shoved inside it at least twice a day. Sure my stomach was empty, but I knew I could still get some stuff out of me. I kneeled down and gently lifted the lid. I stared down into the toilet and took a few breaths. Throwing up on an empty stomach always hurt, but it was worth it to lose those few pounds. I opened my mouth and took my pointer finger into my mouth. I slowly pushed it to the back of my throat and gagged once I found the spot. I was good at not pulling my finger out when I gagged now, so I just kept pushing on it. My stomach was screaming in pain as it tightened with each gag. It took a few minutes, but eventually, I felt the burning creep up my throat. I pulled my finger out and leaned over the toilet. I watched as the bile flew into the water and already felt a little lighter. It wasn’t much, but every little bit helps. I took a few breaths to recover and quickly pushed my finger back inside my mouth. Once again it took a bit, but I eventually threw up more bile. It still wasn’t enough though. I kept going and going until my head started to spin. I felt really dizzy and weak, but it was working. I felt lighter. I kept going until black dots invaded my vision. I fell back on my ass and held my head. 

“J-Jus-st a b-bi-it mo-ore…” I slurred to myself. I tried to get back up so I could finish, but I just fell to the floor more and my vision turned completely black… 

*Fangs POV* 

I walked back into the trailer with a smile as I carried some Pop’s for me and Y/N. I placed the bags and drinks on the coffee table and noticed Y/N wasn’t there. Must be in our room with her laptop or something. 

“Babe, I’m back! I brought Pop’s.” I called but got no answer. 

“Baby?” I called again, thinking she couldn’t hear me. Still nothing. 

“Y/N, you asleep or something?” I said as I walked towards our bedroom. She wasn’t there. I furrowed my brows and wondered if maybe she went out with Toni or something. I pulled out my phone and called her. I heard her phone ring and followed it to the bathroom. I quickly hung up and walked over to the bathroom. The shower wasn’t running so she should have heard me. 

“Y/N? Baby? You in there?” I asked as I gently knocked. No answer. My heart started pounding faster and I quickly opened the door. I stopped in shock as I stared inside the bathroom. Y/N was lying on the floor, looking unnaturally skinny and there was vomit in the toilet. I quickly rushed over to her and checked her pulse. The small thump from her neck made me sigh in relief. I carefully pushed my hands under her and lifted her up. I gasped when I felt how light she was. How did I not notice how much weight she lost? How did I not notice how her bones were starting to be visible through her skin. I shuddered and felt tears pushing themselves to the surface. How the hell could I be such a shitty boyfriend and not realize the love of my life was putting herself in so much danger. I carefully made my way to our room and gently laid her down. I grabbed one of my shirts and carefully put it on her, she was drowning in it. I tucked her in so she wouldn’t get cold and checked that she was breathing again. I sighed and left to deal with the bathroom. Once I was done cleaning I grabbed her some water and placed it on the nightstand. I pulled up a chair and sat next to her. I stoked her hair and tried my hardest to think of what could have made her do this, or even when she started. I blamed myself for not seeing anything different. I believed every smile Y/N always put on. Every laugh she made. How the hell did I not see anything!? I tried to calm myself down, but I was so angry with myself. Maybe even a very small part of me was mad at her for not coming to me, but I pushed that away. I shouldn’t be mad at her, she needs me more than ever. I grabbed my phone and decided to call Toni and see if she knew anything about this. 

“Hey Fangs, what’s up?” She answered after the second ring. 

“Did you notice anything off about Y/N lately?” I asked, getting right to the point. 

“Uh, no? Why? What’s up?” She asked, worry clear in her voice. 

“I came home and she was passed out in the bathroom with vomit in the toilet. She’s really fucking skinny Toni…” I said, feeling a tear involuntarily fall down my cheek. 

“What? How skinny?” She asked. 

“Like I can see her ribs starting to poke out.” I answered and she gasped. 

“W-What? H-How?” She asked and I sighed. 

“I don’t know, T. I didn’t notice anything different…” I said quietly. 

“How? Have you guys not… ya know?” She asked and my eyes widened. 

“We’ve both been busy, but every time she’s just wanted to ya know, please me…” I said and felt my stomach turn slightly. She’s been hiding this for so long… 

“Shit Fangs, are you at the hospital? Want me and Pea to come by?” She asked and I shook my head. 

“I just have my bike and I-I don’t know what the hell they’ll do to her. I’m scared to take her there. What if they say she’s dying, or they lock her up, or I don’t know…” I sighed. 

“Fangs if she’s really bad you’ve gotta take her to the hospital, they’ll help her.” She said, gently. 

“Toni I can’t, what if she never forgives me for that? Clearly, she’s been hiding this for a while I don’t want her to hate me…” I said, fully crying by now. 

“Listen, Fangs, you wanna help her, right?” She asked with a sigh. 

“Yes…” I whispered. 

“Then you gotta take her. I’ll call Pea and we can use his truck, okay?” She asked and I shook my head again. 

“Can’t I just wait till she wakes up? They’re gonna keep her there for who knows how long.” I said and she sighed. 

“I don’t think you should wait. What if this isn’t the first time she’s passed out?” She asked and my eyes widened. I didn’t think about that. 

“J-Just let me wait till she wakes up first. Let me talk to her.” I begged and she sighed. 

“Fine, but you call me after, you got it?” She asked. 

“I promise.” I said and she sighed again. 

“I’m still calling Pea and letting him know what’s going on.” She said and I sighed. 

“Fine, just keep him from barging in, I don’t wanna scare her.” I said and she agreed. We said our goodbyes and hung up. 

I sat there in silence as I just stared at Y/N. I couldn’t stop thinking about how awful I am for not noticing anything. She hid it really well, which hurt. I had stopped crying but didn’t bother wiping my face. I just held her hand and stared at her. That’s when she started shifting. She slowly opened her Y/E/C and looked around for a moment before they landed on my dark brown ones. Neither of us moved or made a sound, just stared at the other. 

“I’m sorry…” She mumbled after a moment. She looked down and a tear rolled down her cheek. 

“Never. I mean never, do that again.” I choked out as my tears returned. Y/N looked up silently and reached up with her other hand to wipe away my tears. 

“You shouldn’t cry over me, I’m not worth it…” She whispered as she continued to caress my cheek. I felt the anger return and pulled back from her. 

“No Y/N! Don’t you ever think that! You’re more than worth it, you’re my perfect girl. I don’t understand why you even thought you needed to lose weight in the first place, but you’ve always been perfect! You’re beautiful, funny, caring, and amazing! I love you, I always have. I can’t stand seeing you do this to yourself when you don’t need to. I saw what was in the toilet, when was the last time you ate?” I asked and she had more tears falling down her gorgeous face. 

“I-I don’t know. Yesterday at lunch? I don’t know. I-I…” She started crying harder. I pulled her in for a gentle hug and stroked her hair. 

“How long have you been doing this babe?” I whispered. 

“A-A ye-year…” She answered between sobs. My heart broke and I sighed. I held her for a bit longer and gently pulled her back once she calmed down a bit. 

“Baby, you need to eat and actually keep it down. You need to get better, Y/N. Please.” I said and she shook her head. 

“I-I can’t! Looking at all those people that you talk to, they’re so much prettier than me! They’re skinnier, hotter, cooler, everything! Those people at school made me realize that I’m never going to be like them. I’m never going to be good enough for you…” She said, sobbing into her hands. My eyes widened as I stared at her. Who the fuck said that to her? She’s always been perfect, my everything… I gently pulled her hands away and tried to catch her eyes, but she avoided me. 

“Y/N, look at me, please?” I asked quietly. She looked up and she looked so broken. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, I love you more than anything. I always have and I always will. No one in this damn world could ever compare to you, baby. You’ve always been my number one and I have never even thought of another person. Guy or girl. You don’t need to change yourself just because some jealous bitch said something to you. I will always love you no matter what.” I said and she sobbed. 

“Do you mean it?” She asked in a broken whisper. 

“Every word baby. I promise you that I love you with every piece of my heart. I just want you to get better right now. You passed out Y/N, do you know how scared I was?” I asked quietly. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” She cried and I pulled her into my chest. 

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. You don’t have to be sorry okay? We’re gonna get you some help and get you better, okay?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Now, I gotta call Toni and tell her you woke up before she and Pea come breaking down the door.” I said and her eyes widened. 

“Y-You told Toni and Pea?” She asked with more tears falling. 

“I called to see if Toni noticed anything with you, I was so worried Y/N.” I said, caressing her cheek and wiping the tears. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch. 

“Toni wanted me to take you to the hospital and I know I should have, but I just didn’t want to lose you.” I admitted and she looked up at me. 

“I’m so sorry, Fangs…” She said and I shook my head. 

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby.” I said and kissed her forehead. 

“Now let me call Toni and maybe I can convince her to not take you to the hospital, but you have to eat a bit of the Pop’s I brought home, deal?” I asked and she nodded while taking a shaky breath. 

“I’m not gonna make you eat all of it, but you need to eat at least a little okay? We’ll work on this slowly.” I said and she nodded. 

“O-Okay…” She whispered. I smiled and kissed her head once more before I went to get the food. When I walked back in she was fiddling with her hands. She looked up and I saw her sniff the air subtly. Her stomach growled and I smiled slightly. I walked over and placed the food on her lap, but left the milkshake in the other room. It would be way too heavy for her right now, even if she did love them. 

“I got your favorite, but I think we’re gonna skip the milkshake today and just stick with water, alright?” I asked and she nodded. Her shaky hands took out the burger and fries and gently laid them on the blanket. 

“Alright, I’m gonna sit right here and call Toni and you’re gonna start eating, okay?” I asked and she nodded. I pulled out my phone and called Toni as I watched Y/N slowly start to eat the cold fries. I watched as she put the first one in her mouth and she moaned slightly. I smiled as she continued eating them. 

“Fangs! Is she awake?” Toni answered. 

“Yeah, she’s awake.” I answered and I heard her sigh. 

“Perfect, I’m with Pea and Juggie right now and we have the truck so we’ll be over in a few and we can take her to the hospital.” She said as I heard movement from her side. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna need to take her to the hospital.” I said as I watched her pick up the burger. She took a bite and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I chuckled and smiled at her. 

“Fangs she passed out, she needs to go to the fucking hospital.” Toni said, slightly annoyed. 

“I think we can deal with this ourselves, T.” I said and she groaned. 

“Seriously? You agreed to take her to the hospital when she woke up.” She said and I sighed. 

“Just come over and see, I promise we got this.” I said and she sighed. 

“Fine, we’re already on our way.” She said and hung up. I hung up and saw Y/N was halfway done with the burger. 

“Slow down babe.” I said with a small chuckle. She blushed and looked over at me. 

“Sorry…” She mumbled and I smiled at her. 

“Don’t be, I know you’re hungry, but like I said we gotta take it slow.” I said and she nodded. 

A few minutes later, our front door was opening. We heard three sets of footsteps coming towards us and Y/N looked scared. I grabbed her hand and gently gave her a reassuring squeeze. The door opened and in walked Toni, Pea, and Jughead. They all looked at Y/N with wide eyes and Toni rushed over to her other side. She pulled her in for a hug, which Y/N returned. 

“Are you crazy? Starving yourself or throwing shit up, whichever. How long has this been going on, huh?” Toni asked and Y/N looked down in shame. 

“Toni, relax. We already talked about it and look she’s already eating.” I said and grabbed Y/N’s hand again. 

“I’m sorry…” Y/N said quietly again. 

“Babe I already told you, you don’t need to be sorry.” I said. 

“No Fangs is right, sorry Y/N/N, I’m just worried.” Toni said, taking a seat on the bed next to her. 

“We all are.” Jones said. She looked up at Pea and Jughead and they each smiled at her. 

“Yeah, so who ass do I need to beat for starting this shit?” Pea asked and Toni rolled her eyes. Y/N laughed and I smiled at her. 

“If I’m honest I don’t even remember who said something…” She said and blushed slightly. 

“I just know it was about a year ago and that’s when I started looking at myself differently. I just hate how I look and constantly compare myself to everyone else and…” She trailed off. 

“Wait, that’s when you started cutting, were you doing this too?” Toni asked and Y/N shook her head. 

“No, I started after you guys helped with that…” She said with a guilty tone. 

“Oh Y/N…” Toni said and pulled her in for another hug. 

“I’m so-” 

“Nope, don’t you dare apologize.” Toni said, cutting her off. 

“Yeah, we’re sorry for not noticing anything.” Jones said and Y/N shook her head. 

“I hid it, there was no way you guys could have known. I mean I was wearing clothes that were a bit too big for me so you guys wouldn’t see my weight change.” She said and we all looked at each other. That explains a bit. 

“We’ll that’s fucking over, let’s go get you some more food.” Pea said and she shook her head. 

“I’m kind of full.” She said and I placed the rest of the food on the nightstand. 

“That’s okay, like I said, slow.” I said and she nodded with a small smile. 

“Fangs is right, we gotta take this slow, but we’re all here for you and we’re gonna help every step of the way.” Toni said with a smile. Pea and Jones also nodded and Y/N teared up. 

“You guys are the best and I’m really so-” 

“Stop apologizing Y/N/N, or I’m gonna kick your ass.” Pea said and she laughed a real genuine happy laugh. We all smiled at her and I gently squeezed her hand. This might be a hard and long road ahead, but we would all support her every step. I think she finally realized that she’s amazing and if not we would all be here to remind her.

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In need of better grades

Character: Fangs Fogarty x male reader, mentioned: Fangs Fogarty x Sweet Pea

Universe: Somewhere in Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

The body beneath your hands was tense and almost perfectly trained. Your gaze wandered over it lustfully, a nice six-pack, a strong chest, but still compact: A perfect twunk.

Put one of your hands on his back to hold him in place so you can contemplate his perfect body and pretty face, slightly flushed from bouncing on your cock so vigorously.

However, this isn't the first time an apparently straight man has neglected his sexuality for you. Maybe it's your naturally pretty face or the fact that people are attracted to you, but mostly - nowadays at least - it's all about getting something from you, and why not take whatever they offer you?

You only forced it once, and the guy who then bounced on your dick is making a living in the same industry that got him his degree.

But this guy was different than the one now enjoying your cock. For the first time, you feel something while being intimate with someone. His jet-black hair flies wildly, his bronze skin glitters in the faint evening light, and he really glows. Completely dissolved under your hands, and you're not even breathing heavily.

In your experience, for those who have just discovered the pleasure of taking a cock up their ass, the most important thing is to get exhausted before pursuing your desires.

His moans were like angels singing to you. He was perfect in every way. You wanted him, and by God, you would get him. He may be younger than you - by about seven years - but that doesn't detour you in any way.

However, now all you could do was watch patiently and predatorily as he tirelessly bounced on your huge cock. Watching him, you quickly realized that you would never get tired of watching him like that.

His hands grip your shoulders tightly, several cold rings digging lightly into your own heated flesh. But you didn't care as long as you could feel his touch.

You stare at his face, waiting for his beautiful dark eyes to open again. But as you waited for his eyes to open, your own wandered - if only for a second - to the tattoo on his shoulder. Maybe you should convince him to get more tattoos because, if you're to be honest, you find the black color in his bronzed skin pretty hot. Still, to this day, you wonder how a coward like him got a tattoo in the first place. You wouldn't have believed it if you didn't see it in the bar you visited on the first day in this small town.

You remember how he was dancing with a half-decent-looking girl, and suddenly a fight broke out. He was the first one out of the bar before you could bat an eyelash. You found his cowardice somehow... endearing. At least that way, you know he'd never get in trouble.

"S-Sir, I-I'm close!" His angelic voice called out to you.

You groan internally at hearing the deep, soothing tone of his voice. Even now, after all that high-pitched slutty moaning, his normal voice is still so deep.

As you take your gaze off his tattoo and lift it up to his angelic face, the boy's dark eyes immediately draw your eyes to them. Begging you with them in utmost desperation to allow him to cum. It usually takes weeks, sometimes even months, for them to be this submissive. But not him. He was already lost. On one side, you hate it because what you enjoy the most is completely breaking these straight guys apart so you can build them up the way you want them to be. On the other side? Oddly enough, you don't mind much as long as it was him willingly submitting to you like an already trained whore.

Because even in this regard, he already seems to be perfect, which turns you on even more. It must be natural to him because he told you he is straight and has never been with another man. So there was nobody before that could've made him such a submissive slut.

He shuddered under your cold gaze and even stopped bouncing on your dick. Your hand quickly squeezed his throat. "Did I allow you to stop?" Your voice was just as cold as your gaze, filling his eyes with fear. Without thinking twice, he did as he was told and fucked himself harder on your cock than before.

A moan slipped from your lips for the first time. It visibly excited him. But it made you angry. You didn't want to give him such high validation this early. So instead of letting him to his own devices, you slid down your chair a little bit, grabbed his waist, held him tight, and fucked hard and deep upwards into his sweet hole. Before he could even comprehend what you were doing, his moans turned to screams. From the sudden, brutal intrusion, he fell on top of you, his head close to yours, his mouth right next to your ear. You literally bathed in his delightfully loud screams.

“Cum!“

It didn't take a second longer before he spilled his cum all over your covered stomach and chest. Some of it even reached your neck - right under your chin.

“Woahhh, you were pent up… Good boy!“

Despite the visible loss of strength in his body, you could feel a satisfied grin on his face pressed against yours.

However, the sweet moment was cut short when you could feel him trying to move. With swift hands, you pushed him back down. When he could barely move an inch. But it was enough for your cock to come out exactly that inch. This time he groaned in pain, obviously sore from his first anal sex. How could he take your cock? You have no idea, and you also don't care as long as he's making those sweet noises.

“Wh-“

"Oh, baby... we're not done yet," you told him aloud but then shifted to a husky whisper, "not by a long shot."

You knew he would try to reason and tell you how sore he was, but now his weakened body was at your mercy. So you took the chance, put your arms under his legs, and pulled them up, but, at the same time, held his arms to keep him from falling. Eventually, only his head just fell back slightly. Seeing his full lips, you wanted nothing more than kiss him, but like this, you weren’t able.

So instead of trying to make that wish come true, you just stood up. You may be a few years older than this young twunk, but you exercise every day after becoming a gym rat in university. You've always liked sports, especially football. Because of your humble origins, your parents thought that this was the only way you would get into the prestigious school they wanted you to go to. But your brain did it for you.

Also, thanks to your brain, you found pleasure in sex early on, when you were only fourteen. You fucked your freshman-year roommate. It didn't even take long until he sucked you off. He was kind of an idiot. He most likely got there for his father's money - which you benefited greatly from at the time - but he was eager even though you were much younger. In most places, your sexual relationship would've been illegal. Neither of you cared, though. Especially not him, because he was already molted butter in your hands.

You went wild in university and afterward. But now? Now finally, all your experiences concluded with this boy. Fangs is a pretty appropriate name for a lively boy like him, even though his bite would likely be harmless. Luckily, you didn't meet him until a few weeks before he would've turned eighteen. Now that he's finally of legal age, you couldn't keep it any longer and took the first chance you got.

But from what you've heard about him in the school hallways. About how uptight he was for someone of such low status. You thought you had a picture of him in your head, the right one. But nothing could prepare you for the big grin on his lips after you got up and carried him through your classroom. You only looked at him to ensure he was still awake, but then you saw that grin.

It shocked you for just a moment before you realized you had to wipe that smirk off his face. Because you know it all too well, it's a cocky grin that only comes out when you know you got what you wanted because you know you would get it. You had a similar grin many times before, decorating your own lips. While standing, you grabbed his throat with both hands, which is only possible because – like the slut he seems to be – he automatically wrapped his arms around your neck and held it with his hands.

With his face close and all the leverage you needed, you began to jackhammer into the sly twunk. Hearing him whimper, his eyes wide with shock, you could tell by looking into them that while walking, you couldn't assault his ass as much as you did before. But he was sorely mistaken. He wasn’t the first guy to get mind-blown by your capabilities.

Staring deep into his eyes, you assaulted his ass with echoing thrusts. They were so loud you were sure if anyone else was still at school, they would have been watching by now. At least you could stop him from making any lewd noises with that filthy mouth of his by just putting your hands around his neck.

Wordlessly you fucked him mercilessly. At one point, you even went to the glass windows and pushed him against it, you could have kissed him there for anyone passing by to see, but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction just yet. Instead, you applied prolonged thrusts, pulling your cock almost all the way out, only to then shove him back in roughly without even thinking that he might get hurt. His ass was made for you, and now he even had the imprint of your cock in his gut.

At some points, you thought you could actually see the big head of your massive cock stretching against his perfectly chiseled abs. But that was undoubtedly more wishful thinking than anything else.

“Si-Sir, ple-plea-please-“

"Oh, you want more? Hasn't my baby had enough yet? Too greedy for another cock after your first one let you down, hmm?” you ask him in a mockingly sweet voice.

The realization seemed to have hit him harder than you thought, for his eyes betrayed him like a child or a dog that has done something it shouldn't.

"Don't avert your eyes!" you told him rather harshly. Without stopping your hard fucking, you took a hand off his neck - one hand was more than enough anyway - and forced him to look you in the eyes instead. "I have to admit... you played well."

Before your little fuck toy could do or say anything, you brusquely pulled off the glass pane, making him scream a muffled scream. His skin, which had been stuck to the pane of glass, was now slightly reddish, which you could see in the reflection within the same pane of glass, triggering a sadistic pleasure in you that you thought was long gone. All the will to make him happy and not hurt him? Gone in the moment, since you got to know he's a little liar. But now, you had to punish him for it.

Swiftly you turned around with Fangs in your arms while he closely monitored your anger, shuddering whenever your ice-cold gaze caught his dark, anxious orbs.

After just a few steps, you knocked all the objects off your desk with your left hand, which you had used to force him to look at you just moments before. Only to throw him painfully onto it moments later. This time he let out a real scream, but it didn't evoke the slightest reaction from you. 

One of your hands was already back at his throat. The other gripped his shoulder harshly. Still, with an icy exterior, you took the easiness of this position, pulled your long, girthy dick fully out, and rammed roughly back in.

The salty tears pooling in Fang's eyes calmed you a bit you still kept your harsh rhythm. "Did you think you could play me without consequences?" you asked him, breathing heavily. Seeing the pain on his face made your blood boil in anticipation, and the lust you felt before came rushing back.

Fangs tried to shake his head, but when he did, you slapped him so hard the sound recoiled off the walls. "Don't think I like being so hard on you!" You almost screamed in disappointment at the angle that was taking your cock so willingly. "I promised to be gentle with you. But I'm not your first like you make me believe, now am I?"

Now that you said it out loud, Fangs' fear you've already figured out that he lied to you had come crashing down. He could only cry because he knew he'd screwed up.

"You saw me in the bar, didn't you? Thought it would be easy to trick me, didn't you? Stupid little boy. You only saw an attractive teacher, and all you could think about was his cock.”

He just cried more. It makes you even madder, acting like he had no idea what he had done. And these consequences were all his fault. Your hands flew from his shoulder to his left leg, placed it over your shoulder, and you held it there tight. You were sure he would have bruises all over his body by the time you were done with him, and at that point, it was exciting for you.

His ass started sucking your cock again. You felt on cloud nine again. But Fangs couldn't know that even if you want him all to yourself, he needs to learn he can't just lie to you.

And you did just that, punishing him to a degree he will likely never forget.

About an hour and a half later, Fangs wasn't moving anymore, his eyes were blank, yet they followed your every move. He lay ravaged and sprawled out on your desk. His body was drenched in sweat, glistening in the sinking sunlight. Seeing him like that, you finally let yourself go. With a few final, hard thrusts, you ejaculated into his gut and fell onto his glistening body.

Breathing heavily, your composure is more than lost. Your cock throbbed inside him wildly, spilling more and more of your cum deep, coating his insides. When you finished cumming inside the angelic boy, you crushed onto his smaller body. Fangs got fully buried beneath your broader frame. The hand you had wrapped around his neck most of the time was now under his head, hoping to ease some of the pain your brutal assault on his little body had caused him.

"I'm sorry," Fangs whispered through tears. 

You hurt him, and he still apologized? His apology certainly wasn't about the best fuck he would ever experience or the drastic measures you resorted to teaching him to be a good boy. That only left one thing: his web of lies.

"Why did you do it?" Your mouth was close to his ear. You even went as far as to nibble on his earlobe.

Fangs couldn't answer his body was a complete wreck. Angrily you clicked your tongue before biting into his soft neck. A low, surprised moan rumbled from him. It almost made you flinch away. You just about managed to stay there with you were, with your mouth on his neck. When the horror of the strange sound faded, you realized it wasn't one of pain but of pent-up pleasure. So without further ado, to give a slightly longer-lasting punishment, you used your position to suck on his neck: Leaving a huge hickey.

Satisfied with your work - to hurt the poor boy any further - you slowly pulled yourself out of his abused hole. Looking at it, you couldn't help but grin smugly.

But it didn't stop you from reaching into your backpack and pulling some tissues out. You carefully cleaned as much of his ass as possible without penetrating too deep into his certainly burning hole.

With several filled tissues, you went naked to the trash can, and on the way back to your angle, you collected all the scattered clothes. 

First, you put on your clothes. You looked almost as marvelous as before, except for your now wildly hanging hair. Fully clothed again, you slowly helped Fangs stand up and waited patiently until he could do so without too much pain.

You carefully put his socks on, helped with his shirt, followed by his leather jacket, which seems to be in stark contrast to his cowardly personality.

The last was his pants and shoes. Just before you put it over his still-hard cock, he looked at you puzzlingly. "Where's my underwear?" he asked dizzily, looking around, unable to move quickly.

With a cocky grin, you held the fabric up in the air. He tried to reach for it. But before he could even get near it, you quickly tucked it deep into your front pocket. "Sorry, but that's mine now." You were unapologetically about it.

“Wha-?“

"If you want it back, you will have to meet me again, I'm afraid."

Silence fell over you both, but you used this moment wisely. Taking his arms and putting them over your shoulders. "Hold on to me!" Before he could react, he was already in the air, or rather in your arms.

Fangs blushed ferociously but said nothing, just silently wrapped his legs around you, not without taking a sharp breath from the pain in his abdomen.

"Do you have someone who could take you home?" You asked him worriedly, which surprised you. Luckily Fangs was mentally too far gone to comprehend that you let a feeling slip through your cold, calculated mask.

“I can-“

"No!" you told him sternly. “You are not in any state to drive," you continued almost angrily. "Give me your phone!"

Without objecting, he gave it to you. As you took it and activated it, you saw that he didn't even have a damn password! You rolled your eyes, but instead of lecturing him, you opened his contacts - there will be another time to educate him about safety. It was easy to find the number you were looking for, even if you hate this guy's affection for what is yours. Right now? There was no one else you would trust him with. And at the same time, you could show him who owns Fangs.

"What about my grade?" Fangs yawned cutely. He closed his eyes peacefully as if you hadn't just destroyed his body.

“A, D-“

It took Fangs a moment to understand what you were saying. But when he finally did, his whole head suddenly jerked up, and his eyes stared up at you in hurt.

"You didn't think for a second that you would get an 'A' if you gave me your ass once, did you? Come to me whenever you want, and we'll slowly improve your grade together!” Only when you had finished speaking did you look down at him and give him a cheeky wink. It made him blush even harder. Hoping you wouldn't see, he hid his face in your chest.

Inside you were chuckling, but outside? Your eyes were cold as ice.

In front of the school building, you carried Fang's to his motorcycle and slowly put him on it. "You wait here until your friend gets here. Don't even try to drive yourself! Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" he replied sheepishly.

"Good!" Your gaze finally softened. Without warning, you cupped his face and closed into him. "Have you ever kissed another guy?" You asked him huskily, your breath tickling his lips.

He shook his head shyly. But your grip on him tightened. "Don't lie to me again!" Your eyes shine like fire.

"I swear!" he wailed loudly. When you saw his sincerity, you believed him. You could only hope you were right to do so.

"Don't change that!" you told him cryptically before walking away. "Don't let Sweet Pea get too close! I don't like it when someone touches something that's mine. And frankly? He wants to fuck you."

“Sweet Pea? No. We are just friends.“

You could only scoff at Fang's naivety. But you were honest with him. He was yours now, whether he wanted it or not, and if necessary, you will make sure that what is yours stays yours.

Even though you left him on his bike, you never took your eyes off him. You didn't even drive off after getting in your car. Not even when Sweet Pea finally got there and got angry about what you did to his "Friend" which only made you smile sourly.

Fangs assured his friend, visible to you, of his physical condition. The bruises and bruises you gave him were obvious. He was probably doing his best to downplay it to his friend. When you saw the possessive shimmer in Sweet Pea's eyes from afar, you knew he didn't believe him. Though, you were sure - that due to tensions between the two groups - Sweet Pea would blame the "injuries" Fangs suffered on the Bulldogs. 

Almost immediately after, Sweet Pea had somewhat calmed down. He helped his friend get to his motorcycle. But the twunk's attention wasn't on him. Instead, his eyes searched the parking lot intensely, where you were still sitting in your car. As soon as he caught your eye, you could see the bright blush growing on his cheeks. He quickly looked away to most likely hide his blush. Which you thought was adorable

You could feel the monster in your pants growing again. Cursing softly under your breath, you finally started your car and drove off. In the opposite direction, Sweet Pea and your boy took. 

You already knew your night would be long, but at least you had some help. You felt your front pocket to make sure you still had it. With a sinister smile, you already imagined what you would do next to your angelic boy to break him completely and make him yours forever.

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“You’re going to be in so much trouble with (Y/N)!” Fangs said as he grinned at Sweet Pea who frowned and shrugged. He had been about to say something when he turned and saw that you’d caught them. His eyes went wide and he slowly turned to glare at Fangs.

“What I said you’d be in trouble.” Fangs said with an amused tone as he looked between you and Sweet Pea.

“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me.” You said with a sweet smile. Sweet Pea swallowed a little and gave you a sheepish smile.

“I wasn’t doing what you think I was I… I was totally doing it… you hoping to punish me?” He asked and grinned.

“Maybe.” You said with an air of disinterest.

“I probably need it… and deserve it. If I’m being honest.” Sweet Pea grinned at you and you huffed as you crossed your arms before smiling to yourself. They had broken into your room and were looking for the one thing that you’d told them not to. Or Sweet Pea had. You didn’t trust the overly innocent look that Fangs was giving you.

“Do you?” You asked as you walked around your bed and reached for Fangs. The three of you were alone and your roommates wouldn’t be back for a while. You knew exactly why they were hanging around your apartment. Fangs let you move him over to stand at the side of your bed while you wrapped your arms around his neck and started kissing. The kiss was soft at first but you turned up the heat as Sweet Pea watched carefully. When he tried to join you held out a finger and wagged it at him without breaking the kiss. Fangs let you unbuckle his belt and yank his jeans and boxers down. The three of you had hooked up a few times before. You were all comfortable with each other. Fangs gasped as you manoeuvred you both so that you could push him down onto your bed. Sweet Pea watched and fidgeted, wanting to share in the attention that Fangs was getting. Ignoring him you paused just long enough to undress before wrapping your hand around Fang's cock, twisting your hand as you pumped up and down. Fangs sighed and whined happily while Sweet Pea huffed and puffed. Pushing Fangs so he was laying down the length of the bed and stripped down to your underwear. You knew it was getting to Sweet Pea by now. He liked to take charge but you were going to drag it out as long as you could. Fangs gasped and his head hit the headboard loud enough to make a soft thunking noise as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth. His hips rose up off the bed as you bobbed your head up and down, taking more of him with each movement.

“This is unfair!” Sweet Pea whined as he crouched down. He was watching you intently as you tipped your head at an angle so that he could see. You locked eyes with him as you continued and he rested his head on the side of the bed.

“I’ve had enough.” Sweet Pea said as he stood and grabbed you. Fangs whined as he found himself suddenly unattended and quickly moved to grab himself as he watched Sweet Pea position his head between your legs. You groaned deeply and gutturally as Sweet Pea frantically kissed and devoured you. It egged Fangs on as he jerked himself off and moved close so he could watch. Your fingers dug into Sweet Pea's hair as he drove you closer and closer to the edge until you felt pleasure crash over your body. Fangs leaned down to kiss you as Sweet Pea kissed your inner thighs and pulled away.

“I think that was a very fair punishment.” Sweet Pea said smugly.

“Oh, this is far from over.” You said before you let out a wispy sigh as you took a moment to gather yourself and decide how you were going to win the upper hand again.

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No crossing borders anymore

by Ace_Fanboy0405

Things are hard when you’re the modern version of Romeo and Juliet, especially when you get pregnant with seventeen.

Betty and Jughead had their plans, they would graduate and finally leave this hellhole called Riverdale.

Being apart of the Serpents comes with certain dangers though.

Words: 3816, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 15 of Jughead x Betty works

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, FP Jones II, Archie Andrews, Alice Cooper (Archie Comics), Toni Topaz, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Fangs Fogarty

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Violence, Blood and Violence, Minor Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Kidnapping, Teenage Pregnancy, Protective Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Betty Cooper Loves Jughead Jones, Secret Relationship

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Sabotage

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader/Fangs; You fail at joining the Serpents, but find out Fangs and Sweet Pea sabotaged it because they were concerned about you being in the gang

“I’m sorry Y/N; we can’t let you join..”

“But I did everything perfectly!!! I had Toni help me with the dance and even…” FP Jones and Jughead both shake their heads.

“Listen Y/N sometimes it happens; we have too many members to control; we still have half the Toledo gang down here.. Some people just aren’t cut out for the gang life; it takes a lot.. We’re a family; and you have one..” Jughead looks uncomfortable and you follow his eyes until you land on what he’s looking at; Sweet Pea and Fangs who are hunched in a corner trying to hide. You narrow your eyes.

“I understand.” You can see when Jughead realizes you’re looking at them.

“Y/N they had..”

“Nothing could be a good enough answer for why they don’t want me.” You snap and Jughead winces. You can see him wave his hand and you shove past the other Serpents not willing to have a conversation with Fangs and Sweet Pea in a crowded bar about how they made you fail out of the Serpents.

“Y/N we didn’t make you fail we just..”

“Convinced Jughead and his dad I wouldn’t fit in; that I’m not part of your family all for what reason exactly?”

“Being in the Serpents is dangerous! There’s so much risk and neither of us wanted to risk you getting hurt…”

“So that’s an excuse to not say anything to me and make me fail out of something you’re both part of?” You snap and both Fangs and Sweet Pea are smart enough to stay quiet for a moment.

“Y/N we just; we got scared; we weren’t thinking properly because of it..” Fangs tries to explain and you soften. Sweet Pea nods in agreement.

“Y/N we just want to keep you safe; and yeah maybe we went about it in the wrong way but…”

“You should have talked to me; I know the gang is dangerous! You didn’t even ask why I wanted to join!”

“Why did you want to join teh gang then?” Sweet Pea huffs and you scowl.

“Does it matter now?”

“Well yes! If we hear the reason maybe we’ll realize that we were being huge idiots!” Fangs nudges Sweet Pea and Sweet Pea rolls his eyes.

“Fangs yes I know we’re already well aware that Y/N should have joined the Serpents and we were being insecure and overprotective! But we had a right to be!!! We’ve almost died how many times in the gang???”

“Which is exactly why I wanted to join!!!”

“To die?!?!”

“To have the gangs protection!! To protect you two idiots from not dying!!!!”

“That’s the entire reason we asked Jones to not let you in!!”

“I know!!! It’s why we’re all idiots.” You can’t help but laugh and let `fangs and Sweet Pea pull you into a hug.

“How about tomorrow we go and talk to Jones about it.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Mhm; for now we need to have one more night before our girl becomes a snake with us.”

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Fangs//all i need is six

Request: Can you do a one-shot where the Northsider River Vixen reader is dating Fangs and she is playing Katherine Howard in the school’s production of the musical Six? I haven’t seen anything on the Internet saying a high school can’t do that musical. Veronica is playing Catherine of Aragon. Betty is playing Jane Seymour. Cheryl is playing Anne Boleyn. Kevin is directing the musical. Toni is in charge of choreography.

hey! i’m so excited to post this! i honestly loved writing this, like i just thought it was a great idea! and who doesn’t love six! anyway, as usual the song lyrics/lines are in italics! enjoy!!!! also, trigger warning: katherine howard’s song has hints to being abused as a child, so please don’t read if that upsets you.

“I’m so excited, are you excited? I’m so fucking excited!!” Fangs practically vibrates in his seat as he cranes his neck to look at the dark stage. Sweet Pea shifts uncomfortably in the seat beside him, and throws an awkward smile over his shoulder at the people sat behind them. 

“I couldn’t at all tell.” He deadpans and flicks through the fake playbills Kevin had made for the show. He had to make sure he went all out for their final musical, and so he somehow managed to persuade Mr Honey into not only allowing the budget to be widely expanded for proper costumes and props, he also managed to get playbills and hire a few of the juniors to dress up like vendors and go around during half time. 

“Shut up.” He replies, the smile on his face not once faltering, despite the annoyance he’s feeling towards his friend. “Y/n’s gonna be great! I’ve seen her rehearse and she’s amazing.” 

“I know.” Sweet Pea sighs, not looking up from the paper and Fangs rolls his eyes at him when he notices he’s not even reading it anymore, he’s just flicking back and forth between the pages. “That’s the eighteenth time you’ve told me today.” 

“Well, it’s true, and quite frankly, I think I should say it more, or at least until you start to show more enthusiasm, your two best friends are in this, or are you forgetting that.” 

“You wouldn’t let me.” He says sweetly, his voice dripping with sarcasm and Fangs elbows him in the chest. He’s about to argue with him, when the lights lower and you follow the rest of your friends on stage. 

You sneak a quick glance at Toni, who smiles brightly at you, and you feel her hand squeeze your fingers for a brief second before she drops them. 

The stage goes dark and the opening of Ex-Wives begins and you feel a chill go down your spine. “Divorced.” Veronica begins and you and Betty share an excited smile, despite not being able to see each other. “Beheaded.” Cheryl continues and it makes Betty jump a little from the volume. “Died.” Betty says, her tone a lot sadder than the other two. The three of them drop the arms by their sides to the drum beats and bright light illuminates that half of the stage. 

The cheering behind you is louder than you ever could have expected and part of you suspects that Kevin may have hired a few people to cheer in order for it to sound as much like an actual broadway show as possible. Either that, or Fangs has managed to sneak in the entirety of the serpents just to cheer for you and Toni. 

“Divorced.” Josie begins the rhyme again and you feel your heartbeat in your cheeks as it gets closer to your time. Imagine how you would feel if you were actually being beheaded. “Beheaded.” You say and Fangs whistles behind you making you chuckle. “Survived.” Toni finishes and the lights flash on each of you as you drop your arms. 

“And tonight, we are...” Veronica says and walks across the stage, she looks behind her at the five of you, and winks as you get into position.

“Live!” You all sing and the clapping and cheering increases. You catch a glimpse of Fangs in the front row, grinning proudly up at you while Sweet Pea and Jughead roll their eyes at him. 

“Listen up, let me tell you a story.” Veronica starts and you can’t help but feel like a real pop star like this. With your microphones and real costumes, it really does feel more like a concert than a school musical and while the others sing their lines, you remind yourself to get something special for Kevin for pulling all of this off. 

“A story that you think you've heard before.” Cheryl sings and stamps her foot. 

“We know you know our names and our fame and our faces.” Betty adds and looks out into the audience.

“Know all about the glories and the disgraces.” Josie sings and you follow straight after, making sure to give it your all. “I'm done 'cause all this time. I've been just one word in a stupid rhyme.” “So I picked up a pen and a microphone.” Toni sings and you all exchange glances before singing together. “History's about to get overthrown.”

“Divorced. Beheaded. Died. Divorced. Beheaded. Survived!” 

“But just for you tonight.” You sing and walk in two circles around each other. You remember trying to do this in rehearsal and it always ended in Betty going the wrong way and bumping into Cheryl and you and Toni walking into each other, so when it goes without a hitch, you can actually feel Kevin’s sigh of relief despite being backstage. “We're divorced, beheaded live!” The six of you get lower and then quickly stand, holding your mircrophones with both hands. 

“Welcome to the show, to the historemix.” You all sing and swing your hips in unison. “Switching up the flow as we add the prefix.” You repeat the movement and send a wink to Fangs who looks away bashfully. “Everybody knows that we used to be six wives.” You bounce your leg in time with the music, and then swing your hips in the same direction on each beat. “Raising up the roof till we hit the ceiling. Get ready for the truth...” You pull apart and sing the next line. That we'll be revealing.” Before standing up straight again. “Everybody knows that we used to be six wives.” Your whole body sways this time before the six of you break apart and form a line. “But now we're ex-wives!” The beat drops and you jump around the stage, the audience applauding loudly “Divorced.” The five of you sing quietly and let Veronica sing her verse. She stands right at the front of the stage and all eyes are on her, well except for Fangs of course, he’s still looking at you and watching with such pride as you do your back up dancing.  “My name is Catherine of Aragon. Was married twenty-four years, I'm a paragon.” You raise your arms slowly and wave your hands like royalty. “Of royalty, my loyalty is to the Vatican.” You swing your arms and then make a crown, and try your hardest not to laugh at Betty’s weird looking crown. “So if you try to dump me, you won't try that again.” Veronica finishes her verse rather threateningly and with a sickly sweet smile before the stage goes dark for a brief second and Cheryl takes her place. 

“Beheaded.”

“I'm that Boleyn girl. And I'm up next, see...” You all take tiny steps in time with the beat until your facing different directions. “I broke England from the Church. Yeah, I'm that sexy.” She winks and the five of you stifle laughs. “Why did I lose my head?.” She asks and you drop your heads to the side. “Well my sleeves may be green. But my lipstick's red.” Her voice lowers and she blows a kiss into the crowd before moving with the rest of you. 

“Died.”

“Jane Seymour, the only one he truly loved.” Betty’s chorus is much slower and the six of you sway side to side, clicking your fingers in time with the beat while she sings the opening line.  “Rude.” You all say and send her an annoyed glare causing the audience to laugh.  She shrugs and sends a sarcastic smile at you before continuing. “When my son was newly born, I died. But I'm not what I seem, or am I? Stick around and you'll suddenly see more.” She grins before moving away and letting Josie get into position.

“Divorced.” 

“Ich bin Anna of Cleves.” Josie says and the five of you turn quickly to her. “Ja.” You say and then look away again. “When he saw my portrait he was like—Jaa” You interrupt and throw your arms up in the air. She looks between the five of you offended before continuing. “But I didn't look as good as I did in my pic Funny how we all discuss that. But never Henry's little— “Prick up your ears, I'm the Katherine.” You cut her off with the start of your verse and you can feel Fangs grinning at you, to be honest you also want to grin. This has got to be by far you’re favourite bit. “Who lost her head.” “Beheaded.”  “For my promiscuity outside of wed. Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons. K. Howard is here and the fun's begun.” You grin and wink at Fangs again making him shift uncomfortably. Sweet Pea rolls his eyes at him and Jughead just shakes his head making you giggle a little as you move to let Toni sing her part.

“Survived.”

Five down, I'm the final wife.” The music slows and the five of you face Toni instead of the crowd. “I saw him to the end of his life.” She says and you place your hands on your hips and turn to face the audience. “I'm the survivor, Catherine Parr.” You all throw your fists in the air. “I bet you wanna know how I got this far.”

“Well tonight we’ll let you know how we got this far!” You shout and jump up and down. 

“Everybody knows that we used to be six wives. Get your hands up, get this party buzzing. You want a queen bee? Well there's half a dozen. Everybody knows that we used to be six wives. But now we're ex-wives.” The song finishes and you end on your final poses, all of you with your fists in the air and the room erupts into applause. 

Fangs drags Sweet Pea and Jughead to their feet and you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, despite the smile that’s playing on your lips. 

“This, this is how I want to feel every single day.” Toni whispers in your ear and you look at her, her eyes shining against the bright lights and the widest smile you have ever seen. 

---

While you and the rest of the queens sing probably the most dramatic opening for a song, Cheryl sits behind you and texts you stupid things for you to laugh at after the show. You all know that there’ll be at least one picture of one of you and you’re both dreading and excited to see it. 

As the five of you part to show Cheryl, the room goes silent, everyone waiting with bated breath to see what happens, and then Cheryl lets out the most obnoxious laugh, causing everyone else to join in. 

She looks up in surprise and smiles at everyone before apologising and spreading her arms signalling for the music to start. 

Apart from your own song, Cheryl’s is your favourite, and it’s actually the part you’d auditioned for. Just the sheer amount of confidence that the songs exudes is amazing and as soon as you heard Cheryl sing it for the first time in rehearsals, it was like it was made for her. 

The song starts and she holds a finger out to the audience before taking a selfie and standing up. 

“Grew up in the French court. Oui oui, bonjour.” She sings as she walks down the stage, the confident smile never leaving her face and you think that if Cheryl got to do this every day of her life, she would never, ever be sad. She just looks so at home. “Life was a chore, so-”

“She set sail.” The rest of you sing and you walk behind her.  

“1522, came straight to the UK.” She sings and walks to the other side of the stage, stopping in front of Archie and looking him up and down before continuing. “All the British dudes lame.”

“Epic fail. Ooh-ooh.”

“I wanna dance and sing.” She smiles and shimmies in time with the music. 

“Politics.” You all say and look at each other bored. 

“Not my thing.” She continues to sway and click her fingers in time with the beat, smiling at everyone she can see. 

“Ooh-ooh.”

“But then I met the king and soon my daddy said "You should try and get ahead!" She winks and spins on her heel before running to the other side of the stage. “He wanted me, hah, obviously.” She says, her eyes widening as she runs her hand down her body and the five of you have to stop yourself from laughing along with the audience. “Kept messaging me like every day.” She points at Reggie and he whoops in reply. “Couldn't be better then he sent me a letter. And who am I kidding, I was prête à manger.” She over exaggerates the last part and runs her hand up her body, sending a wink to Mad Dog who rolls his eyes at her. 

“Ooh-ooh.”

“Sent a reply.” 

“Ooh-ooh.” You sing in a teasing tone and she rolls her eyes. 

“Just saying hi.” She waves you off and you send her a look. 

“Ooh-ooh.” 

“You’re a nice guy. I'll think about it maybe.” She starts sweetly but then practically shouts the last part. “XO baby” 

“Uh-oh.” 

“Here we go.” She huffs and walks back down the stairs. 

“You sent him kisses?” You all ask shocked and she waves you off again. 

“I didn't know I would move in with his missus.” She defends and you all share a look. 

“What?” 

“Get a life!” She dismisses. 

“You were living with his wife?” 

“Like, what was I meant to do?” She asks the audience and you all turn to face the audience, the music suddenly changing in tempo. 

“Sorry, not sorry ’bout what I said. I'm just trying to have some fun.” She sings and you bop from side to side. “Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head. I didn't mean to hurt anyone.” The six of you shuffle in sync while bouncing slightly. “LOL.” You stop and place your hands on your hips while tilting your head to the side. “Say 'Oh, well!'” You shrug. “Or go to hell!” You cross your arms and Cheryl smiles even bigger as she sings that bit, making sure to look at Mr Honey during that bit. “I’m sorry, not sorry ’bout what I said.” You kick your leg across the other and then back while moving your head in time to the music, before stopping abruptly and leaning forward. “Don't lose your head.” You swipe your hand over your neck, before following Cheryl and starting to dance. 

“Three in the bed, and the little one said. "If you wanna be wed make up your mind!" Her or me, chum. Don’t wanna be some girl in a threesome. Are you blind?” She motions to herself while Veronica stares at her offended. 

“Ooh-ooh.” 

“Don't be bitter.” She turns to face Veronica and the two of them have a silent staring contest 

“Ooh-ooh.”

“’Cause I'm fitter.” She adds, faking sympathy and Veronica’s eyes widen as she turns to face the audience. 

“Ooh-ooh.”

“Why hasn’t it hit her?” She asks the crowd before looking back at Veronica and patting her shoulder. “He doesn't wanna bang you. Somebody hang you.” She sings and her eyes widen as Veronica spins on her heel and throws her hands up. 

“Uh-oh.” 

“Here we go.” She deadpans and stares straight ahead. 

“Your comment went viral.” 

“I didn't really mean it. But rumours spiral.” She says, trying to play it off a joke but you all shake your head at her and she smiles awkwardly. 

“Wow Anne, way to make the country hate you!”

“Mate, what was I meant to do?” She asks and you run across the stage again. “Sorry, not sorry about what I said. I'm just trying to have some fun.” You repeat the steps from earlier and you can hear Betty and Toni giggling quietly beside you. “Don't worry, don't worry. Don't lose your head. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. LOL. Say 'Oh, well!'” You throw up a peace sign. “Or go to hell!” You all point to the floor and frown. “I'm sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said, don't lose your head.” 

The beat changes and you all start clapping as Cheryl runs in the opposite direction. She stands in front of Sweet Pea and Fangs, sending them a small wave before starting to sing again. 

“Tried to elope, but the Pope said 'Nope!' Our only hope was-

“Henry.” You sing and she looks at the audience with a pout. 

“He got a promotion, caused a commotion. Set in motion the-”

“C of E.” You sing and mimic praying. “The rules.” 

“Were so outdated. Us two wanted to get X-rated.” She shouts and rolls her hips causing a few parents to gasp. 

“Soon. Excommunicated.”

“Everybody chill. It's totes God's will.” She shrugs and winks at the audience before spinning around and pretending to walk down the aisle as wedding bells chime and the five of your fawn over her. 

She stops at the end and pretends to throw a bouquet which the five of you fight over and eventually Betty ‘wins’. 

“Let me tell you how it went down.” She sings and the beat changes. “Henry's out every night on the town, just sleeping around like.”

"What the hell?"

“If that's how it's gonna be. Maybe I'll flirt with a guy or three, just to make him jell.” She sings making you all gasp. “Henry finds out and he goes mental He screams and shouts like, so judgemental! You damn witch! Mate, just shut up! I wouldn't be such a b...if you could get it-

“Uh-oh.” 

“Here we go.” She panics and her eyes widen. 

“Is that what you said?” You ask and move closer to her, concerned looks on your faces. 

“And now he's going 'round like, ‘Off with her head!’"

“No!”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure he means it.” 

“Seems it.”

“What was I meant to do?” She asks you and you shrug, before she runs off towards Betty. 

“What was she meant to do?”

“Like, what was I meant to do?” She asks Betty who just looks at her sympathetically. 

“What was she meant to do?”

“Oh my God, guys. Seriously, what am I meant to do because he actually wants to chop my head off.” She screams and you all freeze. “Please, I’m scared.”

“Sorry, not sorry about what I said.” She jumps up and down and you all join, pulling stupid faces at each other. “I'm just trying to have some fun. Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. LOL. Say 'Oh, well!' Or go to hell!”

“Just go to hell!” You all shout at the audience and stand behind Cheryl. 

“Sorry, not sorry about what I said.” 

“Sorry, not sorry about what she said.”  “Sorry, not sorry about what I said.” She riffs the last part and you all stare at her amazed, before finally she finishes abruptly and the lights go out, leaving just her in a spotlight. “Don't lose your head.” You squeeze her hand and she returns it, while trying to hide just how happy she is, but as soon as the spotlight fades, she squeals and jumps up and down while giving Toni a quick hug. 

---

Betty finishes her speech, and you all stare at her in awe while the music starts. She looks so sincere while delivering her lines and you find yourself smiling at her when she places a hand over he heart just as the music starts. 

The only sound that can be heard is the beginning notes of the piano, everybody else is silent, nobody daring to make a sound. And as the lights go out on all of you, just leaving Betty in a single spotlight, you use the darkness to your advantage and sneak a glance at Jughead who looks utterly enamoured with her. 

“You've got a good heart. But I know it changes. A restless tide, untameable.” She smiles as she sings, and it makes the rest of you smile. It’s a nice break from all of the loud and jumpy about songs, it gives you time to breathe and truly enjoy the show the way the audience is. “You came my way. And I knew a storm could come too. You'd lift me high, or let me fall.”  She takes a deep breath and her smile falters before singing the next lines, but still she tries to look hopeful and in love and you watch as she steals a glance at Jughead who smiles back at her. “But I took your hand. Promised I'd withstand. Any blaze you blew my way. 'Cause something inside, it solidified. She places a hand on her stomach and steadies her breathing. “And I knew I'd always stay.”

“You can build me up. You can tear me down. You can try but I'm unbreakable. You can do your best, but I'll stand the test. You'll find that I'm unshakeable. When the fire's burnt. When the wind has blown. When the water's dried. You'll still find stone.” Her fist clenches by her side before she finishes the chorus and the room starts to clap and cheer. “My heart of stone.”

“You say we're perfect. A perfect family.” She forces a laugh, but her expression is bitter as she looks right out into the crowd. “You hold us close for the world to see. And when I say you're the only one I've ever loved. I mean those words truthfully “But I know.” Her voice wavers and now she looks scared. “Without my son, your love could disappear. And no, it isn't fair. But I don't care.” She sings louder, more defiant than the previously and you have to stop yourself from cheering for her. “‘Cause my love will still be here.” “You can build me up. You can tear me down. You can try but I'm unbreakable. You can do your best. But I'll stand the test. You'll find that I'm unshakeable. When the fire's burnt. When the wind has blown. When the water's dried. You'll still find stone.” She swallows thickly before forcing the next sentence out. “My heart of stone.”

“Soon I'll have to go.” She nods quickly, trying to force the tears from her eyes and hide the sadness from her voice. “I'll never see him grow. But I hope my son will know. He'll never be alone!” Her voice is strong and powerful and full of determination. “'Cause like a river runs dry. And leaves its scars behind. I'll be by your side.'Cause my love is set in stone.” She cries at the end and looks behind her at the five of you who all look at her sadly.  “You can build me up. You can tear me down. You can try but I'm unbreakable (I'm unbreakable). You can do your best. But I'll stand the test (Ooh!). You'll find that I'm unshakeable. The fire's burnt (The fire's burnt). The wind has blown (The wind has blown). The water's dried (The water's dried).” All six of you sing together and it makes you feel something you’ve never felt before. But it leaves a warm feeling in your stomach and it makes your head hurt with how happy you feel. 

“You'll still find stone. My heart of stone.” 

“You can build me up. You can tear me down (Can't break me, can't break me). You can try but I'm unbreakable (Stone). You can do your best. But I'll stand the test (Can't break me, can't break me). You'll find that I'm unshakeable (Stone). The fire's burnt. The wind has blown (Can't break me). The water's dried.” You all sing together, your voices harmonising together perfectly, but Betty’s stands out, her voice is powerful against that back drop of yours and you all smile as you finish and let Betty sing her heart out.

“You'll still find stone. My heart of stone.”

---

Okay, deep breath. You’ve said all your lines, people have laughed in the right places and everything has gone without a hitch. Nobody has dropped their microphones or tore their costumes. 

All you need to do is get through this song. It’ll be fine. You’ve practiced it more times than you’ve seen Fangs, you know the choreography inside out and backwards and you can sing the lyrics in your sleep, you actually have a few times much to Fangs’ concern.

But you’re still nervous, and a little sad. Because this is it, it’s something that’s been creeping up on your for months, and now waiting for the song to begin, it finally hits you. This is the last time until graduation that you’ll be on stage with these people, your friends, the people you’ve known since you were a child. 

They’ve been with you through everything, through all the happy times, all the heartbreak and the terror when you’ve feared for your lives. You’ve protected and hated each other. And in a few weeks, you’ll all be going off and starting a new chapter of your lives, with no set date on when you’ll all be together again. 

You feel like crying, despite the song not even starting yet, but then you make eye contact with Fangs, and he’s staring at you with so much love, like you created every piece of this musical and he’s watching you like you’re the only one on stage. And then you glance at Sweet Pea, Jughead, Reggie, Archie, and they’re all watching you with proud smiles on their faces. 

You can feel the girls looking at you, smile on their faces as they radiate love and warmth, and for a while, the fear just slips away. You remind yourself where you are right now, and right now, you’ve got a story to tell.

“All you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby.” The girls sing along to the peppy song and you walk in the opposite direction to them, making eye contact with one of the seniors in the front row. 

“I think we can all agree I'm the ten amongst these threes.” You motion to your friends behind you and you can feel them all rolling their eyes. A few people, mainly boys, cheer and whistle and out of the corner of your eye, you notice Sweet Pea gripping Fangs’ arm. 

“All you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby.” 

“And ever since I was a child, I'd make the boys go wild!” You sing, your voice happy, despite the sad undertones of the words. 

When you first heard the song, you thought it was quite an upbeat catchy tune, but the more you listened to it, the more you thought that maybe Katherine’s song and backstory was the saddest out of all of the queens. 

“All you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby.” 

“Take my first music teacher, Henry Manox. I was young, it's true.” You shrug and throw a look over your shoulder. “But even then, I knew. The only thing you wanna do is... mwah.” 

“Broad, dark, sexy Manox.” Your voice lowers in tone and you join in with the girls dancing. “Taught me all about dynamics. He was twenty-three. And I was thirteen, going on thirty.” You sing and the rest of the queens gasp. “We spent hours strumming the lute. Striking the chords and blowing the flute. He plucked my strings all the way to G. Went from major to minor, C to D!” 

“Tell me what you need.” You strut across the stage, followed closely by the others. “What you want, you don't need to plead. 'Cause I feel the chemistry. Like I get you and you get me.” You point and a sweet, loving smile pulls at your lips. 

“And maybe this is it.” You sing hopefully. “He just cares so much, it feels legit. We have a connection. I think this guy is different.” You feel hands squeezing your shoulder, but as quickly as they were there, they’re gone and your hips sway in time to the music. “'Cause, all you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby. Is touch me, love me, can't get enough, see. All you wanna do, all you wanna do, baby. Is please me, squeeze me, birds and the bees me.” You can feel yourself cringe internally when you sing that bit, but power through it and look out at the crowd, making sure to not make eye contact with anyone. “Run your fingers through my hair.” You twirl a strand of your ponytail around your finger before flicking it over your shoulder. “Tell me I'm the fairest of the fair. Playtime's over, the only thing you wanna do is...mwah.” 

The music fades a little and you go back to speaking, trying your hardest to convey the sadness that she must have felt. 

“But then there was another guy: Francis. And at the time I was living at my step-grandma’s house and he was working for her, working so hard.” You roll out the hard bit and wink. “So, then he asked me to be his little piece of ass-istant.” You grin at the end earning a laugh from the audience. 

“Serious, stern and slow. Gets what he wants and he won't take no. Passion in all that he touches. The sexy secretary to the dowager duchess. Helped him in his office, had a duty to fulfill. He even let me use his favourite quill, spilled ink all over the parchment. My wrist was so tired.” You smirk and move your wrist around before gripping the microphone. “Still, I came back the next day as he required. You see, I'm all you need. All you want, you don't need to plead. 'Cause I feel the chemistry. Like I get you and you get me.” You smile, hopefully again and bob up and down in time with the music. 

“And I know this is it.” You nod, so sure of yourself as you sing your heart out. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you, all of them following along with each word, some of them just realising what you’re singing about and giving you sympathetic looks, while others, including Fangs knew right from the beginning. 

Mainly because as soon as you realised Katherine’s backstory, you did your own research and gave him a history lesson. 

You must be doing something right, if they’re looking at you like you’re actually Katherine Howard. 

“He just cares so much, this one's legit.” You say, but it’s more like you’re trying to convince yourself as your voice wobbles a little. “We have a real connection. I'm sure this time is different.” You nod, now telling yourself and the audience that this one is right. 

“'Cause, all you wanna do, all you wanna do, baby.” You run your hands down your body, but it just feels forced this time, like you’re doing it out of habit and when you glance over at Kevin he gives you a thumbs up and a bright smile because this is exactly what you’d been working on in rehearsal. “Is touch me, love me, can't get enough.” You throw yourself from side to side. “See, All you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby. Is please me, squeeze me, birds and the bees me.You can't wait a second more, to get my corset on the floor.” You sing the last part angrily and then stamp your foot and let the girls take the next bit. 

“Playtime's over.” 

“The only thing you wanna do is... mwah.” You sing unenthusiastically and roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, that didn't work out.” You pull a face and start pacing across the stage. “It turns out some guys just employ women to get them into their private chambers. It was a different time back then. So I decided to have a break from boys just to focus on my career and my dad got me this amazing work place in the the court and you'll never guess who I met!”

“Tall, large, Henry VIII.” You sing, your eyes wide with glee as you copy the other girls slow movements. “Supreme head of the Church of England.” You pause for a second and act like you’re waiting for applause from the audience, but when you get nothing you wave them off causing them to laugh. “Globally revered. Although you wouldn't know it from the look of that beard.” You tease and shake your butt a little bit. “Made me a lady-in-waiting, hurled me and my family up in the world.” You walk sideways down the steps and pray you don’t fall down them like you did in your final dress rehearsal. 

When you make it to the bottom a small smile pulls at your lips as you sigh in relief. 

“Gave me duties in court and he swears it's true. That, without me, he doesn't know what he'd do.” You place a hand over your chest and sing soulfully. “You see, I'm all you need. All you want, we both agree. This is the place for me. I'm finally where I'm meant to be.” You sing happily and then the hands grip your shoulders again and you feel yourself shrink under their pressure. 

“Then he starts saying all this stuff.” You throw them off you. “He cares so much, he calls me ‘Love’. He says we have this connection.” The hands come back and you slump as they grip your shoulders. “I guess it's not so different.” 

“Cause, all you wanna do.” You start dancing again but there’s no enthusiasm behind it, your basically just throwing your body around and it looks like you’re just being pulled from side to side by an invisible string. “All you wanna do, baby. Is touch me, love me, can't get enough, see. All you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby. Is seize me, squeeze me, birds and the bees me.” You cry out and the hands come back, gripping you tightly and stopping you from moving. 

You stare out at audience helplessly while you sing the rest of the lyrics desperately.

“There's no time for when or how. 'Cause you've just got to have me now.” 

“Playtime's over.” The girls sing quietly while surrounding you. 

“The only thing you wanna do is... mwah.” You look at the floor while singing the last part and a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“So we got married . . . woo!.” You force enthusiasm and cheer, making the audience laugh. “With Henry, it isn't easy. His temper's short and his friends are sleazy. Except for this one courtier. He's a really nice guy, just so sincere.” Your tone picks up and you look back up at the audience again, a hopeful smile coming back to your face. “The royal life isn't what I planned. But Thomas is there to lend a helping hand. So sweet, makes sure that I'm okay and we hang out loads when the King's away.”

“This guy, finally, is what I want, the friend I need. Just mates, no chemistry. I get him and he gets me. And there's nothing more to it.” The girls try to grab you again but you shrug them off you and try to remain focused. “He just cares so much, he's devoted. He says we have a connection.” You trail off and the girls place their hands on you again. 

“I thought this time was different.” The music speeds up, matching the anger in your tone and the lights flash randomly around you. “Why did I think he'd be different? But it's never, ever different.” You shout and throw their hands off you, but they keep grabbing you and shaking you causing more tears to slip down your cheeks.

“'Cause, all you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby. Is touch me, when will enough be enough, see?” You’re practically screaming by now, completely defeated and you know as soon as the shows over and you go backstage the girls are gonna give you a huge hug to say sorry just in case they actually hurt you. You can also sense that Fangs is upset just watching you, by the way he’s gripping the seat. “All you wanna do. All you wanna do, baby. Is squeeze me, don't care if you don't please me. Bite my lip and pull my hair. As you tell me I'm the fairest of the fair.” You sing and fight back against the girls as they try to grab you. 

“Playtime's over. Playtime's over.” They sing quietly while you sob and stumble a little. 

“Playtime's over. The only thing, the only thing...The only thing you wanna do is... mwah.” You cry while the girls grab you before letting go and leaving you alone to sob. 

The lights go off, just leaving a purple spotlight over you and the crowd goes wild as you cry. Fangs, Sweet Pea and Jughead are standing and clapping, all three of them making as much noise as they can and even the rest of the queens are clapping from the side. 

You look at Fangs, and watch him wipe his own eyes before looking back at you and grinning proudly, and it feels like your chest is about to burst open due to all the emotions swirling around in it, but the one thats stands out the most is love, and that’s all you need. 

---

“Fangs.” Josie says politely as she readjusts the bag on her shoulder. Fangs smiles awkwardly at her and scratches the back of his head while he stands up straighter. “Is there a reason you’re hanging around the girls changing rooms or is it just something you do in your spare time.” 

“I-” He starts, his voice breaking and Josie lets out a loud laugh. 

“I’m kidding.” She places a warm hand on his shoulder and he lets out a sigh of relief. “She’s the last one in there...like always. But she shouldn’t be too long.” She adds and he nods gratefully. 

“Thank you, you were great up there.” He replies and pulls a flower from the bouquet he’s holding to give to her. She takes it and smiles brightly at the dark haired boy before disappearing down the corridor. 

Fangs watches her go before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door. 

“Come in!” You shout and he smiles at the sound of your voice, not wasting anymore time before quickly pushing the door open. You stop what you’re doing and look at him through the mirror and a soft smile tugs at your lips. He feels his chest tighten at the sigh of you in the dim lighting, your hair half pinned and lids heavy with sleep. 

“You are beautiful.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper and you roll your eyes at him, while continuing to unpin your hair. It falls, framing your face and Fangs automatically reaches out to tuck it behind your ear, despite being on the other side of the room. 

“So, what did you think?” You ask and turn around to face him, he grins and strides towards you, a slight bounce in his step that makes you giggle. 

“I thought you were brilliant.” He says and presses a soft kiss to your lips. He feels himself get lost in it and he has to pull away soon after in order to remind himself to breathe. “And these are for you.” He says and hands you the mixture of purple and pink tulips, wrapped up in a white bow.  You take them from him and trace your fingers over the petals before playing with the bow. 

“I love them.” 

“They’re also missing one because I gave one to Josie on the way out.” He adds and your smile grows. 

“I love you so much.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close and he giggles at the way the flowers tickle the back of his head. 

“I also got you another present.” He says and pulls his other hand from behind back. You pull back a little and inspect the white gift bag in his hand. “Here.” He adds and shakes it at you. 

You look between him and the bag before grinning and grabbing it from him, he laughs at your enthusiasm as you practically tear it open and throw the tissue paper over your shoulder.

He watches you intently, trying to figure out what you’re feeling and when your silent for a few seconds too long he starts to worry that he’s got it wrong and that you don’t like it. 

But then you gasp and tears pool in your eyes and he knows he got it wrong. 

“I can return it if you don’t like it, I just thought it was fitting. It’s not fancy or anything, I got it from the fancy dress shop on Edward Road, but I saw it and it reminded me of you, because well you know, purple and pretty and you shine whenever people see you and you’re technically a queen...I’m sorry.” He rambles and tries to to the bag away from you, but you grip it tightly at look at him. 

“Fangs, I love it.” You laugh through the tears and he smiles shyly. 

“Are you sure.” He asks and you nod while picking it up. 

“I mean yeah. You bought me a crown.” You say and smile at him in disbelief. The purple and silver jewels shine in the low light and you hand it back to Fangs. “Put it on for me?” 

“I mean, sure but I don’t think it’ll suit me.” He jokes making you roll your eyes. 

“Come here.” He says and you duck a little while he places it gently on your head. “Beautiful.” He kisses your cheek and then spins you around so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror. “My queen.” He whispers and heat creeps up your cheeks. “And I promise, I’ll never behead you.” He adds making you snort a laugh. 

“Thanks.” You deadpan. 

“Anytime.” He winks.

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Two Player Game

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You watched him. Watched him as he shared glances with the girl. Shared smiles. You couldn't care less. Even if Fangs was your boyfriend, you weren't gonna stop him from seeing her. But you sure as hell were gonna destroy him for thinking he could play you, (Y/N) Peabody.

Did you want to stab him?

Yes.

Were you going to?

No. Not yet anyway.

You didn't need another assault charge on your record. You chose to play a familiar game. If he wanted to cheat, he could do so with as many people he wanted. You were gonna do the same while making the guilt eat him alive. Playing the oblivious boyfriend was easy. Almost too easy.

"Do you think Fangs would like a movie date?" You asked Toni, giving her a smile. Guilt flashed in her and Pea's eyes. She nodded, smiling.

"He'd love that." She replied.

Bitch.

You nodded, let out a soft hum. Fangs walked over, sitting down beside you.

"Hey, babe." You cooed, kissing his cheek. Fangs gave you a smile.

"You're not gonna eat?" He asked. You shook your head, running your fingers through his hair. Fangs started to eat, eyes flickering over to the girl multiple times. You wanted to grab his neck and just choke him but held back.

"Do you wanna go to the movies tonight? Or do you have another study group thing?" You asked. Fangs frowned.

"Sorry, baby, I really wanna get my grades up. As soon as the next report card comes in, I'll take you out." You almost laughed. Almost. You sighed.

"Feels like we haven't gone on a date in forever." You rested your head on your fist, looking away from him. Fangs immediately reached for your hand and held it.

"I know, I'm sorry." He apologized. You squeezed his hand, giving him a smile.

"I'm glad you're focusing on your grades, babe." You said, giving him a proper kiss. You almost recoiled. He tasted like gloss. Fangs gave a bright smile, going back to eating. You couldn't wait to tell your sister.

Penny cracked up.

"Gloss? Like lipgloss?"

"Yeah! You know that sheer lipgloss chicks smear over their lips? That type of shit." Penny laughed, shaking her head. You rolled your eyes.

"He's so.. Stupid. They both make it so obvious. I can't wait to see his face when he realizes that I know." You grinned. Penny faced you, placing a plate of food infront of you.

"And you're not hurt at all?" She asked. You cleared your throat, shaking your head.

"I already punched and broke something." You said, glancing at the doorway when someone walked in. You started eating, watching Malachai. Penny stepped off to answer a phone call.

"What brings you here?" Malachai asked.

"Telling my sister about my dick of a boyfriend. What's new with you?" You asked. Malachai raised his brows.

"The shortie? What did he do?"

"Cheat." You were comfortable with Malachai. Especially after he took your sister in.

"Must have some big ass balls." Malachai crossed his arms. You snorted.

"Barely." You two chuckled. You looked at Malachai, realizing he was perfect for your game. You finished up eating, taking the plate to the sink and starting to wash it.

"You know... I could use a friend." You started, glancing at him. Malachai cocked an eyebrow, watching you dry your hands and look at him.

"Oh?" He stepped closer, hand coming up to your hip. You nodded, staring up at him. Malachai quickly pinned you to the counter, face close to yours. Your phone vibrated and you took it out, looking down at the text from Fangs, saying he was gonna stay at Kevin's for the night. Your jaw clenched. Maybe you were a little hurt. Malachai gently took the phone out of your hand and began to kiss the side of your face. You let out a laugh, turning your head to capture his lips.

"Seriously?" Penny huffed. You chuckled, looking at her while Malachai ignored her, hands wondering. You knew Fangs had done more than kiss the chick, so you planned to do more than that with Malachai.

It felt nice. It was nice to wake up to a handsome face. It was nice hearing his gruff voice, asking if he wanted pancakes or eggs. It was nice to finally feel loved again.

"Am I gonna see you again?" Malachai asked, leaning against his doorway. You laughed softly, shrugging.

"Maybe.." You cooed. Malachai sucked his teeth, watching you with soft yet predatory eyes.

"If I have nothing to do, I'll stop by tomorrow." You said. Malachai grinned.

"You better. You know I'll show up at the Northside and show that dumbass I'm better than him." You wouldn't mind that.

"One day, you will." You cooed, leaning up and kissing him. Malachai hummed, arms wrapping around you and attempting to pull you back inside but you pulled back and shook your head. You went over to your motorcycle, getting on. You drove back onto the Northside, pulling up at the school.

"Hey, where were you?" Toni asked. You licked your lips, turning off your bike.

"At my sisters place." You replied. Toni and Sweet Pea shared an uneasy look.

"What? I can't be with family?" You questioned.

"It's not like that, (N/N)." Toni placed a hand on your arm. Her eyes flickered to your neck but she stayed silent. You watched her, offering a small smile. You looked over at Fangs who was talking with the girl. You played with your keys, watching as she laughed and touched his arm. She got closer to him, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. You decided to throw the plan out the window. He wasn't gonna make a fool of you. You took out your phone, sending Malachai and Penny a text.

Your day had gone by so slow. Kissing, hugging, and just plain out touching someone who stunk of perfume sucked. But the day was over and a grin stretched out on your face when you saw the red car pull up. You quickly approached it, tossing your bike keys to your sister. You didn't even have time to talk before Malachai had scooped you up into his arms and kissed you. Penny snorted and you could feel the Serpents intense gazes burning into your back. You were probably gonna be exiled, but did you give a shit? Not really.

Is this bullshit? Absolutely. Was I halfasleep writing this? Absolutely.

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Begin Again

Sweet Pea X Reader Oneshot

Synopsis: Sweet Pea is longing to have you be his again after a drunken mistake he made a few years ago.

A/N: Short-ish, fluffy.

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“Pea, do we have to do this every day?”

“Only until you say yes YNN” the tall Serpent practically towered over you as he leaned across the Whyte Wyrm bar top where you polished glasses.

“SP, give it a break, you're sounding desperate” Fangs smirked at his best friends daily ritual, sliding onto a barstool next to him.

“I'm just looking for another chance is all”

“Pea one of these days I'm gonna roll my eyes so hard at you I'm gonna go blind” you gently patted his shoulder smilingly before moving down the bar to take another Serpents drink order. Jugheads birthday party getting into the full swing of things.

“You've worked so hard to get back to this place SP, are you sure you want to risk losing it all again”

“Fangs, I just know we're supposed to be more but maybe it's time to just call it” Sweet Pea watched your outline drift into the sea of Serpents as you moved from behind the bar with a tray of drinks. You had known one another for over two decades, raised in the shadow of this very bar. Partners in crime with a healthy dose of one-sided outwards pining but mutual feelings. The two of you had dated before, it crashing and burning almost two years ago.

Sweet Pea scanned the room, his gaze landing on Veronica Lodge, laughing with her Riverdale counterparts.

“Ugh I know that look” Fangs followed his glance before taking a swig from his drink.

“What?”

“That's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and pretend it's yn because that's who I really want but can't have, look”

“Sounds like it needs a rebrand” Sweet Pea chuckled in return before pushing off the bar and strolling over to reacquaint himself with the raven haired girl boss. He squished into the booth alongside the Northsiders and began to work his magic on Veronica as you rejoined Fangs at the bar, apron and drink in hand.

“Finished for the night YNN?”

“Yeah, right on time to watch that trainwreck” you plastered a smile across your face that didn't quite reach your eyes as you took a deep drink from your glass and threw the apron around the other side of the bar.

“I know you want him back and you're scared what happened…will happen again”

“Woah Dr. Fogarty when's the daytime advice show airing?” you laughed as Fangs joined you. Fangs passed his drink from his hand to yours, taking your empty glass. You tore your eyes from the booth and landed them on Archie Andrews, back fresh from active duty. He moved through the crowd heading back to his friends from the bathroom.

“Oh god, not that look”

“What?”

“That's the, let me jump on the next thing that moves and distract myself from the deep unresolved feelings I have towards Sweet Pea, look”

“A rebrand should be considered” he laughed at you and your similarities to Sweet Pea. He considered a career in behavioural psychology as you sprung from your chair with a fresh drink and swanned over to Archie.

The night took a very drunk turn from there, for all parties involved. Dancing and drinking and shameless flirting were heavy themes of the night. You felt Archie's hands trace your hips as you both swayed to the music growing in volume. Throwing your head back laughing at whatever Archie said, his mouth quickly attached to your neck. Your surprise turned to rising pleasure and then very quickly to shock as the red head was suddenly pulled back from you.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself Andrews!” Sweet Pea stepped between the both of you, pushing Archie backwards by the chest.

“Sweet Pea leave it” you tried to pull him by the shoulder back only to have him shrug you off and whip around back to you.

“You're being stupid YN” you scoffed at him as Archie began to give out again. Sweet Pea whirled around, his bare fist meeting the side of Archie's jaw. Fangs launched himself from the bar, Jughead following suit, attempting to separate the two of them as they began to brawl. Your head started to swirl from the alcohol, fed up with the boys in front of you, you separated from them, and out the door.

You made it a little way along the road up from the bar as Sweet Peas drunken gait met you.

“YN, where are you going!?”

“Away from you!” You shouted back, matching his tone. He reached you quickly, catching your wrist and turning you to face him.

“Let go of me!”

“YN when are we going to stop pretending you don't still have feelings for me!” His wild eyes searched yours for answers, wishing to not hear what you said next.

“When are you going to stop pretending you didn't hurt me!” You snatched back your wrist and stomped in the direction of home again.

“YN, that was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake, she didn't mean anything to me-”

“-then why'd you do it?” You suddenly turned again, bumping into his chest. The street lights cut through the night as you bite back alcohol induced tears.

“I… I don't have any excuses. I've said I'm sorry but I'll say it again, I'll never stop saying it. I made out with that girl. I did and I have never not regretted it, I'm sorry” you looked into his genuine eyes as they dampened with tears. He caught hold of your shoulders and stepped in closer.

“YN, I am sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I said I'd be happy to have you in my life even just as a friend, that I'd make peace with whatever scraps you'd give me but….I need you. I need you to be mine again and I need you to need me” he gulped at the end of his confession and then leaned in to meet your lips. A flush of memories enveloped both of you, warm and comforting, familiar and pure. You separated again, dismay painting your face but not as much as Sweet Pea’s when the palm of your hand sailed across his face.

“That…That was for drunkenly kissing that girl the first night we went long distance” you then shoved him backwards, tears now streaming down your face as you gritted out “That…that was for once again getting behind the walls I built to keep you away” you grabbed the collar of his shirt then, hauling him back to you again. He went willingly, too dumbfounded to put up a fight. You pulled him down to meet your lips again prior to pushing him back, still holding his collar.

“And that…that was for making me want to try again” he gently lowered down your hands, keeping them in his. You rested your head off his chest, he dropped your hands and draped his arms over you, pulling you in. You both stood there for a long time in the glow of the street lights above you.

“Fangs owes me 100$”

“Why?” you laughed into him, reaching for his hand and pulling him into a walk again, not really sure what direction you were heading in.

“He said I'd never wear you down again, bet 100$ two years ago when we started being friends again��

“You owe me half of that” you smiled.

“I owe you everything

[avenging-fandoms]

fangs having a crush on u hc? 🥺

you and fangs were best friends for a long time

you moved to riverdale when you were 12

and you went to riverdale middle school

you became friends with archie, betty and jughead

the 4 of you becoming inseparable 

you guys hit high school

and everything changed

the serpents came into riverdale high

jughead introduced you to fangs and sweet pea

you sitting on the arm of the couch while fangs bit into his twizzler

you crossed your legs and fangs’ eyes went up and down your body

“fangs. fogarty”

“yn. yln”

“beautiful”

you and fangs had started to get a bit closer

even though when you first met him

you were a bit of a bitch

everyone whispered in your ear that the serpents were bad people

but when they walked into the school

they looked a bit intimidating

but they were really the nicest people you’ve met

nicer than the people in the northside of riverdale

you and fangs went to pop’s every friday

and one time cheryl came into pop’s and saw you two and flipped

she went off and ranted on how scummy and awful the serpents were

you saw fangs physically get smaller

hiding in his jacket as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes

“you know what cheryl? did you even bother to get to know a serpent? because if you did, you’d know how sweet they are. how kind. how loyal they are. you kept telling me to stay away from fangs when you saw us making small talk, but i’m glad i didn’t listen. because fangs is the sweetest boy i’ve ever met. sweeter than any northsider you’ve ever put me with”

“don’t say i didn’t warn you”

she stormed away

you sigh and looked down at fangs

fangs looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes

a giant smile on his face

“thank you”

“i just get so angry at people when they make judgments based off of looks. i was one of those people, and realized i was wrong. and i’m sorry everyday for doing that”

“hey, it’s okay. you owned up to it. it takes a lot of guts to do that”

he reaches over and holds your hands over the table

you look up and connect your eyes with his

biting your lip softly

“i’m gonna be really honest here for a minute, so please don’t get angry. but i’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since i saw you in the lounge. you just had this.. glow. this power about you. i would look for you in the halls. and when i asked you to come to pop’s every friday, and you said yes, i fell for you every time. there’s just something so amazing about you. i think about you all the time”

“wow.. fangs i- you took the words out of my mouth”

he smiled and you returned one

“would it be okay if i kissed you?”

“i think it’d be bad if you didn’t after that whole speech”

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Requested: @wayward-river​ lynz write me 15 and 38 with my bb boi Fangs 🥰😘 “I refuse to have a 👶 on Christmas” 38. “One normal Christmas, that’s all I wanted”

A/N: this is short but I decided to make you a moodboard too <3

Warnings: None

Word Count: about 1190

Let's be honest you never had a normal Christmas, something always went wrong. So much so that you never expected Christmas to go the way you wanted it to, that stopped years ago when you realized you were just cursed during the Christmas season. This year you knew once you got through the holidays that everything would be alright, your baby would come and though you knew there would be some hard times your baby girl would finally be here. You wanted Christmas to be normal. To wake up and open presents with Fangs and than go to his grandmothers and pig out on the amazing meal you were absolutely craving. It started two days before Christmas cramps you couldn’t explain, you thought something was wrong but the doctor assured you everything was alright and it was probably just the baby moving around too much. Christmas night Fangs sat talking to the baby girl that would soon be out of your belly, rubbing his hand along your stomach as you nodded off in and out of sleep. But you felt your baby girl kick to her daddy's voice. He always had such an effect on her.

“Oo”

“Baby, you okay?”

“Yeah, she’s just kicking” He leaned down pressing his lips gently to the skin your daughter kicking right in the spot

“baby girl you need to calm down so mama can get some sleep, okay, I can’t wait till your out and we get to hang out baby. Okay I love you, let mama get some rest and we can talk in the morning”

You fell asleep that night, everything as normal as it could be. Waking up was just the same, you actually slept in a little late, til 10:15 when usually your baby would be kicking at 7am. Fangs came in with breakfast made.

“Merry Christmas mama, merry Christmas baby girl”

“Thanks for the breakfast Fangsy”

“No problem, figured you finally get to sleep in mine as well take advantage, and when you are done we can go down and open some gifts” You smiled up at him as his lips pressed against your own and then to your forehead and down to your stomach. You finished your breakfast and carefully got up waddling over to the stairs as Fangs helped you down. Even being pregnant for 9 months did not make you used to the belly that you dawned, making your already clumsiness considerably worse.

Sitting down on the couch Fangs handed you your first gift. A necklace that had your baby's sonogram on it. It was funny considering you got him something quite similar which he opened soon after. You had got him a keychain that was cut out along the lines of your baby's heartbeat. You remember the first time he heard it, his eyes lit up in a way you could never explain unless you saw it again. It was like the love was pouring out of him. The both of you were enamored with each other and this pregnancy after trying for years this was your baby girl finally close to being born, a few more weeks and she would be here and you both couldn’t be happier.

While in your own head you didn’t even realize the wet spot that had been made underneath of you.

“Baby…”

“Sorry Fangsy was just thinkin”

“No... baby, the couch.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god, fuck, fuck, oh my god Fangs” He grabbed your arms standing you up.

“Does it hurt? Do you feel bad?” you just stared at the couch. “Baby c’mon you gotta talk to me. You need to look at me.”

“I refuse to have a baby on Christmas”

“Well baby, the baby kinda decides that…”

“Not funny Fangs”

“Look, mama,  everything is going to be alright okay. We have the bag packed we are going to breathe, and we are going to drive to the hospital okay” you nodded your head. “I want you to stay right here I’m gonna grab you a change of pants, and the hospital bag and we’ll go okay. Before you could say anything he ran up the stairs, coming back down and helping you change before grabbing you and walking outside. You looked over at Fangs trailing your eyes down to the sidewalk to pay attention to the ice when you realized he had no pants on.

“Uhm fangs…”

“What’s wrong baby!”

“You, you forgot your pants…” Fangs stood next to you dawned in boxers.

“Shit, okay. I’ll get you in the car and then go grab a pair” You couldn’t stop laughing, that was until you felt one of the worst pains of your life. You reached over beeping the horn until you saw Fangs stumbling out of the house one pant leg on as he was running to the car.

“What! What’s Wrong!”

“Put your damn pants on and let’s go have a baby, Fogarty”

“Wooo”

“Wooo, now drive, this kinda hurts you know”

He peeled out of the driveway, and on the main road as you made your way to the hospital. You got put into a maternity room hooked up to a bunch of machines, and you were ready to push. You grabbed Fang’s hand as another contraction coursed through you.

“One normal Christmas, that’s all I wanted!”

“Baby...”

“It’s your fault, Fogarty, you just had to fuckin knock me up when you did, I mean I love you, and I love her but fuck” You loved the man holding your hand, Fangs was your number one, well maybe your number two now with this little baby taking up first place. You loved him and this baby with all your heart, but you just wanted a normal Christmas. One with your families, that was relaxing and calm like most people had, but of course, that is not what happened, and no You wouldn’t trade it for the world because your baby girl was finally here but you wished she had come either sooner or later, not on Christmas morning.

After breastfeeding the baby you were super tired, you nodded off as Fangs was holding the baby. When you woke you were met with a small Christmas tree in the corner, presents all around, lights and garland strung across the ceiling, and your family sitting around you.

“Fangs”

“What..?” he handed the baby to you with a little red Santa had on her head.

“Well… I know we can’t have the “normal” Christmas like you wanted, but I think normal is vastly overrated and having this little peanut here with us is way better than any normal Christmas, but I know you wanted that, and I know we can't have Christmas at home like we planned but I hope this makes up for it”

“You brought Christmas to me…”

“I hope you like it”

“I love it, and I love you, and our little baby girl, thank you Fangsy. Best present ever”

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Body Talks - Fangs Fogarty x Reader

It’s been almost a year since you last saw Fangs Fogarty. You definitely never expected for him to show up on your porch after midnight with a bleeding Serpent. 

Warnings: Swearing, discussions of sex, injury, mentions of drug dealing. 

Word Count: 8k+

Thank you to @steve-harringtonnn for helping to edit this and writing the summary (because I am incapable of writing a good summary)! 

*Things in bold and italics are flashbacks*

Your eyebrows furrow at the sound of a pounding on your front door. Picking up your phone you check the time before standing up from your couch. 12:21 AM. As you walk from the living room to the front door you unlock your phone, preparing yourself to call the police. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at this time, let alone someone pounding at your door with such an intensity. Pushing back the curtains on the window by the door you peer through, immediately recognizing the figure standing in front of your door. Quickly you lock your phone again, turning the deadbolt on the door and yanking it open.

“Fangs,” you state in surprise.

“We probably shouldn’t do this anymore,” you say, chest rising and falling quickly as you struggle to regain your breath. Your body was slightly clammy with sweat, the bedroom hot and stuffy, thin sheet draped over your bodies.

Fangs groans and extends his arm across the bed, pressing it into the mattress and sliding it under you, pulling you closer to him. “You’re the one that invited me over, darling.”

You sigh as you feel his lips pressing against your shoulder. “And you need to start saying no to me.”

Fangs chuckles, reaching over and pushing a piece of your disheveled hair behind your ear. “I can’t say no to this, you can’t stop asking for it. I don’t know what the problem is.”

“You know what the problem is,” you whisper, sliding your arm out from underneath you, relaxing into the bed and resting your head against his bare chest.

Fangs runs his hand along your back, fingers brushing your skin so lightly it sends a shiver up your spine. “Yeah, I know, I’m a Serpent, you don’t want anything to do with me” he mutters, staring up at the ceiling in your bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, pulling out of his grasp, his hand grazing along your skin till it drops onto the bed where you had been laying moments before. “I just need to focus on school right now.”

“Would you be saying that if you were hooking up with a law student? An accountant?”

You pull your knees up to your chest, resting your arms on them and turning your body to look down at him. “Fangs,” you say with a sigh. “I don’t know, maybe not. It’s just different with you. I’m just worried…about everything you’re involved with. I don’t think I can keep doing this. No matter how badly I want to keep doing this, I can’t.”

Fangs nods and sits up, leaning over and pressing his lips against yours briefly before getting off your bed. You watch as he fumbles around the dimly lit bedroom, picking up his clothes and pulling them on silently. “I’m sorry,” you offer, crawling to the edge of the bed and getting up to pull your own clothes on.

“No, Y/N, don’t apologize. I get it,” Fangs tells you, turning to watch you finish pulling some clothes on. You walk with Fangs out of your bedroom and down the tiny hallway of your house to the front door. You stop and stand next to the door, sighing softly. “Good luck with school,” Fangs says, reaching down and taking your hand, “with everything.” Somehow both of you knew this was it. This was goodbye, that it was real this time. That you wouldn’t be calling him in two days asking him to come over so you two could hook up again.

“Thanks,” you whisper, leaning up and kissing him gently. “Please stay safe, Fangs.”

You take in Fangs’ disheveled appearance, eyes wide, fidgeting anxiously. “Fangs, what are you doing here? Are you okay?”

“Y/N, I need your help,” Fangs states, his tone fraught with concern as his words came out quickly. “My friend is hurt, he needs help.” His eyes are glazed over with tears as he shuffles around in front of your door.

“Slow down,” you say, looking out the door and noticing the headlights of a vehicle parked in your driveway. “What do you mean your friend is hurt?”

“My friend was stabbed, he’s bleeding, a lot. I don’t know what to do, I didn’t know where else to bring him,” Fangs runs his fingers through his hair, breathing quickly.

“Stabbed?” you exclaim, not believing the words you were hearing. “The hospital, Fangs. That’s where you take him!”

Fangs shakes his head. “No, no, we can’t go there. We were doing Serpent business when it happened, the cops will be all over us if we go to the hospital.”

You inhale sharply, heart racing in your chest as adrenaline pulses through your veins. “I don’t know what to do Fangs, I’m a nurse, I’m not a doctor.”

“Close enough.”

“No, not close enough. Very far from close, an extra four years of school and three years of residency different. I don’t have the equipment, the supplies that a hospital will have. Can’t you just make up a story about what happened to him?”

“We already have records, Y/N. He’s going to end up in prison if we go to the hospital,” Fangs states, almost hesitantly as he glances back to the truck in the driveway.

“Or he’s going to bleed to death,” you snap, staring at Fangs in shock.

“We can’t take him to the hospital. Please, Y/N, are you going to help him or not?”

Sighing you push past Fangs, rushing down the couple stairs leading to your front door. “Well I’m not going to let him bleed out in your truck in my driveway,” you say with reluctance, walking to the truck with Fangs at your side.

“Let’s get him inside,” you tell Fangs, watching him hurry to the passenger side of the truck. Fangs opens the truck door, leaning over the figure in the passenger’s seat and struggling to get the tall figure out of the truck. Walking to the man’s other side you place an arm around him, doing anything you could to help him up to your door and into your house. “How long ago did it happen?”

“Twenty minutes, half an hour?” Fangs answers, unsure. By that estimate you could almost completely rule out any damage to any of the major arteries, which was a shining light in this situation.

As soon as you manage to stumble through the door under the weight of the guy your eyes land on the couch, only a small distance from the front door. Once you make it to the couch you unfold a blanket and lay it down, hoping to contain at least some of the blood. “Just hold on for a minute, I’ll be back in a second,” you assure both him and Fangs once he’s on the couch, turning and hurrying down the hallway. In the bathroom you pull the medical supplies you had stashed under the bathroom sink. You had always thought it was irrational, the collection of supplies you had built up over the past couple years. But there had always been a nagging worry that Fangs would show up at your door, except in all your worries it had been Fangs who was bleeding. Fangs used to love joking about how convenient it would be to have a nurse around, but you had never been able to shake the feeling that it wasn’t always a joke. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already had his share of injuries.

Sighing softly, you run your fingers down his bare chest and to his stomach, his skin warm beneath your touch. Your fingers graze over a raised scar and you lift your head off Fangs’ shoulder, glancing at the scar before looking into his eyes. “What’s that from?”

His hand wraps around yours, enveloping your fingers and lifting your hand away from the scar, setting it back down on his chest. “I was shot,” he mutters casually, his eyes remaining locked on the ceiling.

Pressing your hand into the mattress you push yourself up, looking down at him with wide eyes. “You were what?”

Groaning Fangs turns his head slightly to look at you. “It’s not a big deal.” Fangs places his arm around your waist, hand landing on your lower back and pulling you back onto the bed beside him.

“Fangs, what the fuck do you mean it’s not a big deal?” you ask in exasperation, rolling onto your stomach and lifting your head to look up at him.

“I don’t want to talk about it. It happened. I’m fine.”

“Okay,” you whisper, rolling onto your back and looking up at the ceiling in Fangs’ bedroom. You couldn’t push to hear more. You had no right to push to hear more. You weren’t his girlfriend, you weren’t even really his friend. You had never talked to him outside of lead up to or directly after sex. If he didn’t want to talk about it you didn’t have a right to push him to do so.  

Carrying the medical supplies back to the living room you set them down on the coffee table, taking a breath to calm your nerves before sitting on the edge of the table and looking down at the guy lying on your couch.

“What’s your name?” you ask him, picking up a pair of scissors from the collection of supplies you had placed on the coffee table.

“Sweet Pea,” he groans, his hands clasped over his abdomen, head turned to look at you.

“Okay, Sweet Pea. It’s nice to meet you. Wish it was under different circumstances, but we’ll have time to get to know each other once I get you patched up. I’m going to have to cut your shirt off though, I hope it wasn’t your favourite,” you say, keeping your voice as steady as possible. You needed to keep him optimistic, despite your own fears. A stab victim coming into the ER was one thing, a stab victim lying in your living room was another thing entirely. Working quickly, you cut through his t-shirt, pushing the fabric to the side to expose the bleeding wound on his lower left side.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you hear Fangs muttering as he paces a small distance back and forth across your living room.

“Fangs,” you state, grabbing a pair of gloves from your supplies and pulling them on before picking up some gauze and applying pressure to the wound as you wait to get Fangs’ attention. “How about you go and wait in my bedroom?” you suggest. The last thing Sweet Pea needed was to hear his friend in a complete panic. You didn’t need to hear it either, since you were currently trying to fight back that panic yourself. Once Fangs reluctantly walks out of the room you turn back to Sweet Pea.

From what you could tell, the damage wasn’t bad. It was a stab wound at the end of the day, so that in itself was bad. But it definitely could have been a lot worse, could have been a lot deeper, a lot wider. The bleeding was easy to get under control. Using some of the supplies you had gathered you thoroughly clean out the wound. “Alright, Sweet Pea. Good news is that you’re not bleeding anymore, everything is going to be okay. But you need stitches. I’m not a doctor, I’ve assisted with suturing wounds before, but I’ve never done it myself. I also don’t have anything to numb the area, so it’s going to hurt, a lot. We can still take you to the hospital, it’s not too late to do that, it’ll be less painful and safer. It’s your choice,” you tell Sweet Pea, looking into his eyes. He was still conscious and alert, which was a good sign. But it also meant he was awake through each and every moment of this pain.

“No,” Sweet Pea mutters, “no I’m not going to the hospital. Just get it over with.”

Inhaling sharply, you nod. That wasn’t really what you wanted to hear. You hoped he would ask to go to the hospital, take some of the pressure off of you. But you had said you would help, you couldn’t back out of that now. Picking up the small suturing kit from the selection of supplies on the table you look down at the wound, you try to calm your nerves for a moment before beginning the process of suturing the wound. Working quickly while ensuring you didn’t make any terrible mistakes you get the wound closed, finishing it off by putting a large bandage over the area. “How are you doing?”

“Been better,” Sweet Pea mutters, beginning to chuckle before abruptly stopping and groaning in pain.

Wincing in sympathy you pull the gloves off your hands. “You’re probably going to want to try not to laugh, or cough, or move suddenly for a little while, and sex should probably be out of the picture for a bit too.” Standing up you gather the supplies from the coffee table, clutching them in your arms. “I’ll be right back with some painkillers for you.”

Walking down the hallway you stop in the bathroom, dumping the medical supplies onto the counter before opening the medicine cabinet and grabbing a bottle of Tylenol. Leaving the bathroom you walk towards your bedroom, hesitating a moment before stepping into the room. Your eyes land on Fangs, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Fangs,” you say softly, registering his tense appearance. “He’s fine, it really wasn’t that bad…for a stab wound. As long as it doesn’t get infected, he won’t have any issues…I mean, probably a pretty bad scar, my stitching skills aren’t great, but he seems like the kind of guy who won’t care too much about a scar,” you say with a soft smile. Lifting the bottle of Tylenol up you gesture back towards the living room. “I’m going to take this to him now.”

Fangs stands up as you step towards the hallway. “Thank you, Y/N. Sorry for showing up like this, we’ll go now.”

You pause and look back over at him, sighing quietly. “You don’t have to. It’ll be easier on Sweet Pea if he doesn’t have to get back into the truck right away,” you say softly. “And I don’t think you should drive right now anyway,” you add, taking in Fangs’ disheveled appearance, his eyes still full of panic, adrenaline evidently still pumping through his body. “Come on, we can move him in here, so he can be more comfortable,” you say after a moment, gesturing for Fangs to follow you out of the room and down into the hall.

“No, Y/N, I’ve already bothered you enough. You said it wasn’t even that bad, right? He’ll be okay, he’s tough. I don’t want you to have to give up your house for this too,” Fangs says, following you out of your bedroom and down the hall.

“Fangs,” you say with a quiet laugh, glancing over at him. “It’s one night, I’m not suggesting you two move in with me.”

After giving Sweet Pea some Tylenol you help Fangs get him to his feet and into your bedroom. “Just call if you need anything,” you tell Sweet Pea. “The Tylenol should help some, but it’s not going to take the pain away completely. If it gets significantly worse though, let me know,” you say before leaving the bedroom with Fangs, heading back to the living room.

Flopping down onto the couch you sit sideways, pulling your legs onto the couch and leaning into the corner of it. You watch as Fangs sits down on the other end of the couch and you stare at him in silence for a couple minutes.

“So,” you say quietly, “it’s been awhile.”

Fangs nods, turning his head to look at you. “Yeah, it has.”

Another couple minutes drift by in silence before you take a deep breath and sit up straighter. “Fangs, what happened tonight?” He had always been so secretive about these kinds of things, you remembered that clearly.

“Fangs,” you whisper, his lips on your neck before he’s even through your front door. “Your eye…what happened to your eye?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he mutters against your skin, fumbling as he reaches behind him to push your door shut.

“Yes, it does, Fangs. You have a black eye. A black eye you didn’t have last night. When did this happen? What happened?”

“A couple hours ago,” Fangs states vaguely, hands on your hips as he pushes you against the wall behind you. “Drop it, Y/N.”

“How many times do I just have to drop it, Fangs? How many times are you going to show up covered in bruises before you tell me the truth?”

Fangs groans and steps away from you. “You don’t need to know, you don’t need to be involved in it.”

Sighing you nod slowly. You weren’t involved in any other aspect of his life. He was right, you didn’t need to be involved in it. “Alright,” you say, reaching over and taking both his hands, pulling him back to you. “I’ll stop asking.”

“You don’t need to know,” Fangs tells you simply.

“Yes, I do, Fangs. I was fine with you not telling me before, when we were…when we were just sleeping together and nothing else. But you brought me into this, you involved me in this, and I deserve to know what’s going on.”

“You don’t need to know, Y/N…I don’t want you to know!”

Scoffing you shake your head, standing up from the couch and pacing the living room. “Why? Why does it matter, Fangs? Do you think I’m going to turn you into the cops? If that’s what you’re concerned about, I’m not going to. You showed up here with your best friend who was…who had just been stabbed and I helped him, but I don’t get to know what happened? Why it happened?”

Fangs stands up and walks towards you, placing his hands on your arms and forcing you to stop pacing. “Because I don’t want you to think less of me. Because you’re an amazing person and if I tell you about everything I do you’ll think I’m an even shittier person than you already think I am.”

You swallow hard as you stare up at him, speechless. “Fangs, I don’t think you’re a shitty person,” you whisper. “You don’t realize that by not telling me I’m only imagining the worst possibilities. But even if it is the worst possible thing, why does it matter? It’s not like we have a relationship that would be wrecked by it. We never had a relationship, we didn’t even ever see each other outside of when we were hooking up.” You didn’t plan for all of that to come out, for the edge in your words when you pointed out that you had never spent time with him outside of having sex.

“Well,” Fangs comments, chuckling softly. “That’s not completely true,” he says quietly.

Your eyes narrow as you look up at him, not knowing what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”

The rumble of an old truck catches your attention and you lift your head, peeling your eyes off the concrete in front of you. The truck comes to a stop in front of you and you watch Fangs get out, hurrying around the front of the truck. The sound of music pulsating from the house you were sitting in front of breaking the silence of the night.

“Fangs,” you giggle, placing your palms onto the curb beside you, tiny pebbles digging into your soft flesh, attempting to push yourself to your feet. “Oh God, why is the ground moving?”

Fangs walks over and leans down, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you to your feet, holding you as you stumble forward. “Fuck, Y/N, how many drinks have you had?”

You lean into Fangs, walking the few feet to his truck. “I don’t know, definitely more than one,” you say, giggling as you watch Fangs open the passenger side door of the truck for you. He helps you into the truck before shutting your door and walking around the truck to get back in. “Can we get fries?”

Fangs chuckles, looking over at you as he pulls his seatbelt on. “Sure…put your seatbelt on.”

You drag the seatbelt across your body before Fangs pulls back onto the road, heading to the closest fast food restaurant on the way back to his trailer. “Do you know that they say French fries were first made in Belgium?” you comment, opening the paper bag as Fangs hands it to you. “Not France, even though that would make sense.”

“I didn’t know that,” he chuckles, thanking the woman working at the drive-thru before pulling away and heading back to his place. Once he shuts the truck off you get out, leaning against the side of the truck as you steady yourself on your heels.

Fangs walks over to you, his arm quickly circling around your waist to help you up to the front door. Inside you kick off your shoes, walking with Fangs into his living room and sitting down on the couch with him. “I almost failed an exam last week,” you state after a few minutes of silence pass.

Fangs looks over at you, clearly surprised by your sudden seriousness. “But you didn’t?”

“No,” you mutter, pulling your legs up onto the couch. “But I almost did, how could I almost fail an exam? I studied so hard and then I almost failed, I’m so stupid,” you tell him, not realizing you were crying until he stands up, walking over and dropping down onto the couch beside you.

“Hey,” he says quietly, pulling you into his arms. “You’re not stupid, Y/N. It’s one exam, and you didn’t even fail it. You’re going to be fine.”

“What if I can’t do it? What if I’ll never be good enough?” you whisper into his chest, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to ignore the way the room seemed to be spinning.

Fangs presses his lips to your forehead, arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you tight against his body. “You’re already good enough, Y/N. More than just good enough. Everything is going to work out, you’ll graduate and become an incredible nurse. But even if none of that happens, you’ll still be enough.”

Sniffling you pull out of his arms to look into his eyes. You reach up, wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. “I really like you, I know I’m not supposed to, but I do. Like sometimes I just want to text you to hang-out, but I know I can’t do that. I know that isn’t our arrangement. I know that we’ll just end up having sex, and I really like that too, you’re really good at it,” you stop, giggling quietly as you lean back into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “But sometimes I just want to spend time with you without hooking up.”

“You’re not going to remember telling me this when you sober up,” Fangs says, running his hand along your arm.

“You’ll remember,” you whisper, reaching over and taking his hand, folding your fingers between his.

“Yeah, I will,” he mumbles, moving to the edge of the couch and helping you up to your feet. “Come on, you should go to bed,” he says, walking with you to his bedroom and giving you a t-shirt to change into before you crawl into his bed.

“Fangs,” you say softly as he gets into the bed beside you.

“Yeah?” Fangs questions, laying on his side to look at you.

“Thank you for picking me up tonight,” you whisper.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N,” Fangs assures you.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” you groan, covering your face with your hands for a second. “So, we didn’t have sex that night? And why didn’t you tell me that I told you all that?”

“Because you didn’t tell me when you were sober, so I assumed you didn’t actually want me to know,” Fangs says.

You stare up at him in disbelief, shaking your head and looking away from him. “So, what? You just pretended you didn’t know that I wanted more every time you were fucking me,” you snap, your heart pounding, arms folded over your body, clutching your arms.

“You broke it off—whatever it was—a week later, Y/N. I thought if you really meant what you had said that night, I would have heard from you since then, but I didn’t. You said goodbye almost a year ago and I haven’t heard from you since, if you wanted more with me why didn’t you ever say anything?”

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders, avoiding making eye contact with him. “Because that wasn’t our relationship, that wasn’t what we had. We had casual sex, that’s all it was supposed to be. But then I couldn’t just do that, I couldn’t stop myself from falling for you. Believe me, I tried. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see you since then, I did, I really did.”

Your bedroom is quiet as you sit in the center of your large bed, legs crossed as you stare down at your phone. The screen shines brightly in the dimly lit bedroom. The contact information open on your screen, contemplating pressing the phone button. Fangs. It had been two weeks since you told him that your casual hooking up needed to end. He was a Serpent. That’s what you had told him. The truth of the matter was that you were developing feelings for him faster than you could control. Faster than you were comfortable with. You were in two completely different worlds. He was part of a gang, he dealt drugs and god knows what other things he wouldn’t let you in on. You were a full-time student, working towards a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. There simply wasn’t compatibility, at least, in theory, there shouldn’t have been compatibility. Yet every time you hooked up you longed for something more, to wake up the next morning and share breakfast. To go on dates. To cuddle and kiss with no other motive than to share just that intimacy. Finally, you press your finger to the button on the side of the phone, watching the screen fall into darkness. You needed to remember that it was never supposed to be more than sex. You needed to let go of the feelings that you had developed.

“You could have said something, you could have called me,” you say, turning around and pacing away from him, clutching onto your arms before spinning around to face him a few feet away.

“You’re right,” he admits, shrugging. “I could have…but you’re the one who said you were done, I wanted to respect that, to respect you.”

“Fuck, Fangs. Why do you have to be such a nice guy?” you mumble, walking over to the couch and dropping down sideways onto the couch, pulling your legs up onto it.

“I’m not.” Fangs walks over to the couch, sitting down in front of you. “We were dealing tonight. There’s another gang, the Ghoulies. They’ve been causing issues for us since I joined the Serpents. They trailed us from the Whyte Wyrm, claimed that we were dealing in their territory. We weren’t, but it wouldn’t have mattered if we had been or not. They were just trying to take out Serpents, they were using the dealing as an excuse.”

You stare down at your lap as Fangs explains what happened, fiddling with your fingers. “Oh,” you whisper when he stops talking, not knowing how you were supposed to react to the situation.

Fangs sighs and leans against the back of the couch, tipping his head back and staring at the ceiling for a second. “We can go now, we don’t have to stay the night. I know this isn’t the kind of life you want to be involved in.”

“Fangs,” you whisper, sliding your legs underneath yourself, moving onto your knees. You reach over, placing your hand on the side of his face and gently pulling his face to look at you. “All that time, I was imagining so much worse. What part of that is the part that you think is going to make me want you to leave?”

Fangs shrugs, “I don’t know, Y/N. The drugs, the gang shit. I just never thought you would be okay with it.”

You bite the inside of your lip, dropping your hand from his face. “I’m not…I’m not okay with it. I guess I’m just not as scared of it as you thought I would be.”

Fangs reaches over, his hand landing on your thigh as he pulls it across his lap. You follow his movements with little resistance, placing your hands on his shoulders as you straddle him. “Fangs,” you whisper, not having a moment to say anything more before his lips are on yours.

His kiss is familiar yet electrifying. Your whole body reacts immediately, one hand sliding to the back of his neck, your hips rolling forward. As the kiss becomes more eager, his hands roaming over your body, you realize what’s happening. A pit forms in your stomach and you pull back, your hands moving to his chest. “Stop,” you whisper against his lips.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Fangs whispers, your faces still close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Squeezing your eyes shut you shake your head a little, fingers curling over the fabric of his t-shirt. “I-,” you begin to say, slowly pulling yourself off him. “I’m…I’m not…I’m dating someone, Fangs,” you admit, sitting beside him on the couch and avoiding looking into his eyes. Your chest was heavy with guilt. You shouldn’t have kissed him. Yet it felt so right before you realized what it meant.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Fangs mutters.

Laughing softly, you turn your head, finally forcing yourself to look at him. “Why are you apologizing? I kissed you back, I wanted-,” you stop yourself, sighing and looking away from him again. Pulling your legs up onto the couch you bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them.

“Finish your sentence, Y/N,” Fangs instructs, not a hint of humor in his voice. If you had imagined him ever saying that before you would have expected him to say it as a joke, or at least in a teasing way.

“I wanted it,” you whisper. “I wanted you…I, I want you.” You run your fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath, trying to ease the tremendous shame weighing on you for saying those words out loud.

Fangs leans over, pressing his lips to your temple before standing up. “I’ll go get Sweet Pea, we can go now.”

“No,” you practically whimper, reaching over and catching his hand before immediately releasing it. You swing your legs off the couch, clambering to your feet and standing in front of him. “I mean, go…if you want. But I’m not asking you to leave. I don’t think you should move Sweet Pea, let him get some rest. If you want to go you can leave him and come back in the morning, I don’t mind,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. “Or I can go…I’ll go. Just, um, I’ll come back in the morning and you guys can leave. If you need to leave before then just call me and I’ll come back so you don’t leave the house unlocked…do you still have my phone number? I haven’t changed-,” you’re mumbling as you walk past him, heading towards the front door.

“Y/N,” Fangs states, walking after you. “It’s your house. You’re not leaving. Where are you even going to go?”

“I’ll go to Logan’s,” you say quietly, leaning down to grab a pair of sneakers from beside the door.

“Logan,” you hear Fangs comment and you glance over at him, straightening to look at him, leaving the shoes where they were. “That’s his name, Logan?”

“Yeah…Logan,” you confirm, forcing a smile as you press your back into the wall beside the door. You wished you wanted to leave, wished you wanted to go see Logan. It would make everything so much easier, to truly not want Fangs’ hands all over your body, his lips on your skin, wanting to lay beside him in bed, clammy bodies tangled together discussing whatever post-sex thoughts popped into your mind in the moment.

Fiddling with the straw in your glass you hold eye contact with the stranger across the bar. The eye contact was over the top, excessive beyond reason at this point. But all night it seemed you two had exchanged glances, it all culminating into this. Into a challenge. Who was going to give in first.  It hadn’t been out of the picture when you got ready to go out with your friends for the night, the prospect of hooking up with someone. But you hadn’t gone out looking for that either. But now, whatever was going on with you and this stranger was definitely adding to the possibility. Picking your glass up from the bar you place the straw between your fingers, guiding it to your mouth and slowly wrapping your lips around it, eyes locked on his. After a quick sip of the liquid you part your lips, holding the straw in your mouth with your teeth for a second longer before slowly pulling the straw back, letting it run across your bottom lip. A slight smirk adorns your lips as you watch him shift in his seat, eyes drilling into you from across the bar. He relents first, giving in to the tension that had fallen onto the silent exchange between the two of you. He gets up, his hand clutching his drink as he walks around to where you were sitting.

“So, we’re just going to skip the small talk and get right to you showing me what else those pretty lips of yours can do, right?” his voice is surprisingly deep and quiet as he comes to stand just behind you. You swallow hard at his words, desperately trying to contain yourself.

Turning your head you look over your shoulder at him your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips and then back up to his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper, feigning innocence.

He chuckles quietly, shaking his head. “Fine, we can do small talk.” He steps beside you, sitting down on the barstool next to you. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Y/N,” you reply to him, your forearm resting on the bar as you turn your body to the side, to face him. “And you are?”

“Fangs,” he smirks, eyes glancing down at your arm on the bar, fingers closing the distance between the two of you.

“Fangs?” you question, eyebrows raised slightly.

He simply shrugs, picking up the beer sitting in front of him and taking a drink. “Yeah.”

You nod, humming contentedly at the answer. You didn’t need to push it. You didn’t actually care about the small talk. “What’re you drinking?”

“Beer,” he replies simply, eyes not leaving your face.

Laughing softly you swirl your straw around in your own glass. “You’re pretty bad at small talk, Fangs.”

He extends his hand till it lands on your thigh, silent for a moment as he gauges your reaction. The slight smile on your lips and flush that spreads across your cheeks and tinges your ears only eggs him on more, fingers angling towards your inner thigh. “I know I am, darling. How about you let me show you what I am good at?” his voice is quieter now, the words exchanged remaining between the two of you.

With that you’re out of your seat, following him through the bar to the door. His hand laces with yours to guide you through the crowd until you’re both outside in the cool night air. “Your place or mine?” Shrugging, you glance back over your shoulder at the bar door, slowly swinging shut. Maybe this was a bad idea. Usually you waited a little longer before running off with someone. “Hey, we don’t have to do this, up to you.”

Turning back to him you smile softly, his reassurance only making you want him more. Stepping closer you lean up, eyes flickering closed as your lips find his. His hands land on your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses back. You taste the beer on his tongue, the unspecified beer, though you didn’t mind not knowing the specifics. Specifics meant you would still be sitting at the bar, vagueness is what led to you standing in front of the bar making out with him. “Where do you want to go, princess?” Fangs whispers against your lips after pulling back, hands not leaving your waist.

“My place is only a couple blocks from here.”

“What are you thinking about, darling?” Fangs voice draws you out of your thoughts, swallowing heavily as you shake your head.

“Nothing,” you lie, nervously biting the inside of your lip. “You…us,” you confess. Reaching over you pick up the set of keys from the table by the door. “I need to go, Fangs. I can’t do this…I kissed you, I fucking kissed you and I’m dating Logan.”

“Y/N, I’ll go, you’re not leaving your house to get away from me.” Fangs places his hands on your arms, moving you away from the door. “I’ll text you before I come back in the morning, call me if you need me to come back and get Sweet Pea. Thanks for letting him stay here,” Fangs says as he walks through the front door.

You lean against the wall, listening to the sound of his truck door shutting, the engine coming to life a moment later. Eventually you step away from the wall, walking back to the couch. It takes only a few short moments to fall asleep after laying down on the couch.

“Hey,” a voice rattles you from your sleep, rolling onto your back and looking up to see Sweet Pea standing a few feet away from the couch, staring down at you groggily. “Sorry, I don’t remember your name. Last night’s foggy,” he grumbles tiredly.

“Oh, yeah, it’s Y/N,” you tell him, sitting up as you hear knocking at the door.

“Someone’s at the door, I didn’t want to answer it because it’s not my house, but they’ve been knocking for like ten minutes,” Sweet Pea informs you, gesturing towards the front door.

“Okay,” you mutter sleepily, barely able to get your thoughts straight as you climb off the couch. “Um, you can go look for something to eat or drink or whatever from the kitchen if you want. Or just sit down and relax if you’re not feeling great and I’ll get something for you in a minute,” you tell him, walking to the door and turning the deadbolt. Slowly you open the door, the brightness forcing you to squint to ease the pain in your eyes, the cold air sending shivers through your body. “Logan,” you whisper in surprise.

Logan was everything you should want in a guy. He was kind and considerate. He had a steady job as a software developer and seemed to love it, though you could never understand even half of what he actually did day-to-day. He was loyal and trustworthy. Your family loved him, and his family loved you. He brought you flowers for no reason other than to be an a good boyfriend. Planned extravagant dates to impress you, made you dinners and brought you coffee during your breaks at work. Yet it always felt like your feelings for him had never been at the same level as his feelings for you. You were biding your time with him and you knew it wasn’t fair. Stringing him along in hopes that it would get better, that one day you would wake up and realize your feelings for him had suddenly magnified. 

Logan chuckles, leaning against the door frame and looking down at you. “Nice to see you too, baby,” he replies, leaning down and kissing you gently.

“What are you, um, what are you doing here?” you ask, trying to hide the anxiety in your voice as you glance behind you.

Logan laughs uneasily, pulling away from the doorframe and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “We were going to go for breakfast? We made the plans a couple days ago? That new café that opened just down the road from the hospital?” Logan states, everything coming out as a question. “Is someone else here?” Logan asks as you glance behind you again.

“No,” you say quickly, not a moment before the slamming of a cupboard door rings through your house. “Yes…but it’s not what it looks like, Logan. It’s really not.”

Logan narrows his eyes, pushing into the house, his shoulder brushing against yours as you remain planted where you were standing. “Logan, wait.” Shutting the door, you turn around, close behind him as he walks into the kitchen. Sweet Pea stands shirtless facing the sink, filling the coffee pot with water.

“Y/N,” Logan’s voice comes across in a warning tone, wanting an explanation to ease his concerning assumptions. Sweet Pea turns around at the sound of Logan’s voice, water dripping from the coffee pot as he stares across the kitchen at your boyfriend. “Jesus, fuck, what the hell is going on?”

Sweet Pea’s side is covered by a large bandage, a couple bruises scattered across his torso. “Logan, I know how this looks, but-,”

Logan scoffs and shakes his head, looking over at you, his arms folded across his chest. “No, you don’t, because I have no idea what this is.”

You nod understandingly, “yeah, well, I can’t explain it. I just need you to go right now and I’ll call you later, we can talk about this later.”

“Y/N,” Logan says quietly, reaching over and placing his hand on your arm, pulling you gently out of the room. “Are you okay? What’s going on? Are you in trouble?”

You laugh softly at his question. “I’m fine, everything’s fine. I’m just helping out an old friend.”

Logan glances in the direction of your kitchen before looking back to you. “You were friends with him?”

“No, not exactly,” you mutter, turning around as you hear a knock on your door.

“Y/N,” you hear Fangs call, opening the front slowly. “Y/N, I’m here to pick up Sweet Pea.”

“I was friends with him,” you tell Logan, sighing softly and crossing your arms as Fangs walks into your house, coming to a stop when he spots Logan standing behind you.

The room fills with a tense silence, Fangs staring past you at Logan and Logan doing the same. “Logan, I’m assuming,” Fangs states coldly.

“And who are you?” Logan asks, taking a step forward to stand beside you.

“Fangs,” he says, glancing between you and Logan, his body tense.

“Fangs?” Logan mutters, scoffing as he shakes his head. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I don’t want you, or your friend-,” Logan stops talking to gesture towards the kitchen where Sweet Pea had remained, “around my girlfriend anymore. You got it?”

Fangs chuckles, arms crossing over his chest. “Your girlfriend…Y/N,” Fangs states your name forcefully, like a reminder to Logan that you indeed did have a name and weren’t just ‘his girlfriend’, “can make her own decisions. If Y/N tells me she doesn’t want me around, that’s fine with me. But you don’t get to make that call.”

Logan looks over at you expectantly, waiting for you to back him up, to tell Fangs to leave. “Logan, I asked you to leave. I’ll call you later, I promise. We can figure this out. But right now, I have some stuff I need to take care of, and it’s just going to be a lot easier if you leave.”

Logan is silent for a moment, staring at you in surprise. Finally he makes a move, walking towards the door, bumping against Fangs on the way by him. There was no doubt in your mind that he had done it intentionally and you can see in Fangs’ expression that he knew it was intentional too. “Don’t,” you mouth the word to Fangs as you see his fists clench, jaw tightening. Thankfully Fangs listens, though his stature doesn’t relax till the sound of the front door slamming shut resonates through the house.

“He seems charming,” Fangs states sarcastically.

Sighing you run your fingers through your hair, looking around the room to try and stop your mind from racing a mile a minute. “That’s not fair,” you say, turning your gaze back to Fangs. “You don’t get to judge him based on this interaction. He came over here to take me on a date and found a shirtless guy covered in wounds in my kitchen and then you come marching in here like you own the place. He really is an amazing guy, Fangs. He is, I promise he is. He loves me, he treats me well, so you don’t get to judge him like that.”

Fangs raises his hands in defense, eyebrows lifted. “I made a joke, Y/N. Why do you feel the need to justify him so much?”

“Don’t do that, don’t pull some fucking counselor shit with me,” you huff, gesturing towards the kitchen. “Sweet Pea’s in the kitchen.”

Fangs shakes his head, turning towards the kitchen and walking in that direction, some clothes in his arm for Sweet Pea to change into.

Sighing you pace the room a couple times, taking deep breaths, running your fingers through your hair, desperately trying to figure out what you were going to do about this whole situation.

“Y/N,” Fangs voice is soft, making flinch at the realization that he was standing only a couple feet behind you. Turning around slowly you wait for him to continue, not sure if your voice would betray you and expose your unease if you said anything. “We’re going to go now. Thank you again for helping us. I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but I promise this is it, you won’t be involved in anything else.”

You nod, your arms defensively crossed over your body. “I know you and I never had anything serious, but I want you to know that I did care about you as a person, Fangs. I still do care about you. You don’t need to thank me, I’m just glad Sweet Pea is okay. And uh, make sure you watch for signs of infection in his wound…fever, redness, swelling, or warmth of the skin around the wound, cloudy or bad smelling drainage.”

“I really liked the way that started. But you really know how to turn it around,” Fangs chuckles, a slightly sad smile on his lips. “So Logan doesn’t want me around, does that mean this is it then?”

You shrug, glancing over Fangs’ shoulder as Sweet Pea walks out of the kitchen, leaning against the wall by the door. “Like you said, I’m the one who gets to make the decision. But I don’t really know, Fangs. Obviously, I like you and I don’t know if I can be just friends with you, I don’t think it’s fair for Logan for us to hang out when I feel that way about you.”

“Will you let me know when you figure it out?”

You watch Fangs turn around and walk towards the door after you give him a nod in response. Him and Sweet Pea leave your house, the front door shutting gently behind them. Groaning you walk to the couch, flopping down on it and covering your face with your hands. How had your life been turned completely upside down in one twelve-hour period?

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Part two coming soon!

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Hi there, 21 and 30 for dom!sweet pea and dom!fangs, x sub!reader?

21. Knife Play 30. Threesome

“Are you sure about this?” It’s what Sweet Pea always asks. You know it’s become more of a way to settle you into subspace than anything else. You both know you have each others consent for the scene.

Fangs watches nervously. He’s never been part of how you and Sweet Pea play before but you can tell he’s excited and eager about it; even if he’s not one hundred percent  sure about what’s going on.

“Fangs you can’t just watch, that’s not why we invited you.. If we wanted someone to watch we’d have just invited Jones.”

“Jughead’s into-” Fangs cuts himself off and shakes his head before walking towards the bed.

“So you’re okay with me..”

“if you don’t use the knife I’ll use it myself.” You huff, and Sweet Pea gives you a warning glare; you stick out your tongue at him and laugh. 

Valentine’s Day Challenge

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Sweet Pea & Fangs//3..2..1

Request: Can you do a polymory imagine with fangs and Sweet Pea where the reader is pregnant and it's twins but one is fangs and the other is sweet peas or something please thanks.

hey! i hope you like this! it’s very sweet and domestic and cute! there’s like one mention of sex...because duh. there’s also excited/idiotic sweet pea and fangs and that’s my favourite kind of sweet pea and fangs! byeee ✌️

Sunshine warms your face while the cold glass of lemonade chills your hands. A small breeze shakes the leaves of the large oak tree providing some much needed shade to half of your body and you tip your head back against the wooden chair. 

Your eyes flutter closed and you place a hand over your stomach, your bump now ready to pop and you give it a small stroke, just to let your babies know that you’re still here. The world moves around you, cars go past, neighbours talk over fences and birds sing in trees. But you stay perfectly still, content with how you’re own little world is right now. 

You can hear Sweet Pea and Fangs in the spare bedroom. Their muffled voices singing along to some old song playing on the radio and every few seconds you hear a laugh making the smile grow on your lips. 

Yeah, life is pretty good right now. Nobody thought you’d get to this point, not even yourselves. You thought you’d be destined to remain in Riverdale for the rest of your life, after all, nothing good happens to Southside Scum. 

But here you are. Eight and a half months pregnant with twins and sat on the porch while your fiancé’s paint the nursery and sing. 

“Are you having a good day?” You ask and look down. Your wiggle your toes in an attempts to see them over your bump, but it’s no use and you let out a defeated sigh, sitting back again. You feel something move and you shift excitedly. “Hi! Are you guys awake in there?” You huff at the feeling of them kicking but force a smile onto your face anyway. 

They may be cute, but it doesn’t mean the kicking doesn’t hurt. And even though you’ve loved spending every day for almost 9 months with them, it is getting a little more difficult to carry them around now. You’ll miss them when they’re out and here in the real world, but a small part of you is looking forward to it. Just so when you do get twenty minutes to sleep in between feeds, you’ll be able to sleep comfortably. 

“Can you hear your dads?” You wonder and they move around, almost as if they’re answering. Sweet Pea belts out the last few words to Celine Dion and you smile softly. “They’re painting your room for you. Neither of them can settle on a colour so this is the third change they’re made. But everything else is ready for you. We’re just waiting on you to decide when you want to meet us. And whenever that is, we’ll be waiting for you.” You whisper the last part, resting your hand down flat and a foot kicks against it. “Do you want more lemonade?” You ask and there’s another kick. “Me too.” You nod and take a sip

“Y/n!” Sweet Pea shouts and making you throw the liquid over yourself. 

“Jesus Christ, are you trying to scare the babies out of her.” Fangs scolds, quickly following him and you roll your eyes at the two of them. You grab the napkins from the glass table and start dabbing at your now wet clothes. “Holy shit!” Fangs’ eyes widen as he pushes past Sweet Pea to get onto the porch. 

“What?” Sweet Pea follows, shoving him to stand in front of you and his eyes widen at the sight. “Fuck, I didn’t actually scare the babies out of you did I? Okay, Fangs get the bags, I’ll get the car. This is what we’ve been training for!” He rambles and Fangs nods frantically. Both of them rush off in different directions, before you get the chance to see anything and you pull a face.

“3..2..1.” You mumble and check your phone. When you look back up, they’re both stood in front of you. 

“You’re not actually in labour are you?” Fangs asks and you shake your head. 

“Nope. I just got a fright and split my drink.” You explain. 

“Oh thank god. We are not ready for actually labour yet.” Sweet Pea lets out a relieved sigh and you and Fangs stare at him, alarm evident on both of your faces. 

“Well that’s not concerning at all.” You say and Sweet Pea forces a smile. 

“Anyway.” He sits down beside you. “What’s new with you?” 

“Since you saw me an hour ago?” You ask and he nods. Fangs rolls his eyes playfully and sits on the other side as you. “Well, your children decided to kick me for a little bit.” You shrug and they smile down at your stomach. Both of them reach forward and place a hand on the rounded bump and warmth floods your chest. 

You place your own over the two of them and the three of you sit in silence for a few minutes, basking in the peace while you still have it. This is one of the last times it’s just going to be the three of you. 

Soon you’re family will grow to five and that excites and terrifies the life out of you. But knowing Sweet Pea and Fangs are here for it too and are just as terrified as you are, reassures you that no matter what happens, you’ll be okay. 

They’ve never let you down before, you don’t think they could if they tried. 

“Okay. I have a theory.” Fangs starts and Sweet Pea groans in annoyance. You look at him amused before switching your attention to Fangs. 

“Not this theory again.” Sweet Pea shakes his head and Fangs tuts, before grinning at you. 

“What theory?” 

“Do you think there’s a possibility that one of those is mine and the other is Sweet Pea’s?” He asks and glances at your stomach. Your eyebrows furrow as you look between the two of them. 

“Are you being serious?” 

“Unfortunately he is.” Sweet Pea shakes his head. “He’s been convinced. I think the looming threat of fatherhood is making him go slightly crazy.” He adds and Fangs throws a balled up napkin at him. 

“I’m being serious. Think about it, the logistics make it feasible.” 

“Did he just liken our sex lives to a logistic?” You ask Sweet Pea and he nods, letting his head drop into his hands. 

“I’m just saying.” Fangs throws his hands up defensively. “It could happen.” 

“I think that’s very unlikely.” You shake your head. 

“Ah, but it does happen though.” Fangs replies and pulls his phone from the front pocket of his overalls. 

He looks absolutely ridiculous in them, well at least that’s what you and Sweet Pea have been telling him ever since he put them on. But he doesn’t seem to care, he’s just been strutting around the house in them and posing in every mirror he passes. 

“See, look. There’s tons of articles about it happening.” Fangs says, throwing you his phone. Sweet Pea catches it before it hits you in the face and you lean over his shoulder to read.  

“Yeah, but what are the actual odds. You’d need a miracle for that.” You say, rolling your eyes while shifting.

“Don’t doubt the universe. It works in mysterious ways, we all know that.” Fangs replies, downing the rest of his water. You and Sweet Pea share a look, a look reserved only for Fangs, but a sharp pain through your stomach changes your slightly bemused expression to one of pure pain. 

“Shit.” Sweet Pea stands up and frantically looks around. 

“What? What is it?” Fangs asks, now also panicked as he looks from Sweet Pea to you. His eyes widen as he slowly realizes what’s happening and within seconds he’s running into the house to grab your bags. 

Sweet Pea helps you stand and you grab his hand, squeezing hard as a contraction comes. Fangs stumbles back through the door, three bags hanging off his arms as he struggles to lock the door and then he’s rushing down the porch steps and chucking the bags in the trunk of the car. 

“Careful!” Sweet Pea shouts at him and then he looks back at you and his expression softens. Fangs runs back up the stairs and stands on the other side of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and the three of you struggle down the stairs. 

“Fuck!” You shout, gaining the attention of a few neighbours and Sweet Pea and Fangs smile apologetically to them. “Forget about them, I’m about to push your giant babies out me.” You groan and the two of them share a look. 

“We really are going to need a miracle.” Sweet Pea mumbles and Fangs nods quickly. 

“I heard that.” You seethe and squeeze his hand again. A high pitched yelp escapes his lips and he looks at you surprised. 

“Contraction?” He asks.

“No.” You glare at him and he gulps. 

It turns out the universe does work in mysterious ways and getting to this point in your lives wasn’t the only miracle it was working on. 

Because after you and Sweet Pea caved about a DNA test just to shut Fangs up, it was proved that he was in fact right. Which was definitely a miracle. 

Right now though, as Sweet Pea and Fangs stare down at new lives they created, you know you’ll never doubt the universe ever again.