#Serpents Southside core

[kentnaturaltribrid]

• “Incase you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in, and I don’t want to fit in.”

Even though it’s summery-style, still useful for back to school or in general. Nothing beats a cute little snake, or multiple snakes. 🐍 they’re so hard to find something nice to wear as, but so adorable. They just make a cute theme, and fangs out they’re all around fiery fierce but small. Plus, they’re easy to make into pretty much any cool items that are easy enough for them to fit in. Some of them anyway.

[owlbean]

I mean this entirely genuinely, Jughead's s1-6 arc in this show meant so much to me. He starts out the series unhoused, visibly less wealthy despite being surrounded by upper middle class friends, because he would rather that than go back to his abusive family. He's a kid with a lot of passion and an artistic mind and dreams- if he can't make it big, and he seems resigned to the fact he never will, he's content enough to dream of leaving this shithole town and finding a new life living with his friends. If he can't succeed, he just wants community and safety. Pop Tate is that. Archie is that. Betty and Veronica and the Serpents are that. Over the years he builds that family. He becomes a core member of his community- the Southside, Riverdale High, the entire town, they finally start to feel like home and family to him even when his birth family completely abandons him. He leaves town, but at his lowest point he's alone and afraid. So he returns. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't successful, but it was the family he needed more than anything. Tabitha fits into that family as easily as if she was always meant to. The Tates have been family from the beginning, of course she would. He spends his entire life happy with his family, even if it's just for a fleeting instant. When Jason Blossom was killed, Jughead was sleeping alone in a condemned drive-in and hiding out in the diner, but when the comet hits he's with the Tates and content to face it because in the end he got what he always truly wanted, a family and a place in the world

[kylo-wrecked]

Wood shavings. Moth balls, something chemical in still quiet. Just grazes.

Place smells colder than it is.

The Bat waits even so. Reasonable cause hiding in his caliber - (Getting the readouts on some of this guy's pricier hardware, but it takes a few seconds and digital thumbing, file after file. After file.) - but that's not what has his shadow suspended across a faux pad/lounge with its complement of eclectic, not-quite rock-and-roll joints and a couple Fenders. (Thinks it's a Mustang that catches his eye, but easier to move on as stillness grows. Expands.)

He's not so sure nobody's home.

The Bat departs from the limelight; this blood orange glow that drenches the trailer (so-called) from somewhere outside. Scouts a chalk scuff of blow on a glass table. Shadow exhaling over carpet; couch; crystallized lid where glass becomes a code-locked cartridge within table's core.

Starting to nose out a tinge of panic here. All this. It's in the secrecy.

Velvet noises, skin on skin rustling over Egyptian linen. You can hear the quality of the sheets if you really listen. The small breaths passing from one mouth to another.

Toward the back of the trailer, a tinge of panic and something else—restraint. And then it shifts, this restraint. This dark braid of unrefined energy comes slowly, foot by foot, from behind a shoji screen. 

The disdainful scowl, the surly pout, the cut of his profile, hollowed by too much work, too much party, too much time under fluorescents in studios. One would have to live in a cave not to recognize his face, but at any rate, Ben Solo, who ordinarily wouldn't be caught dead in sweats, stands shirtless behind the double-barrel of a firearm, squinting at the umbrage kneeling by his glass table. 

Dark as it is, it's easy to spot the ears. And behind that, the lattice on the ol' Kylo Ren helmet.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," he hisses. "You? Even you come sniffing my way. This city."

He snuffs, skims the drop of shadow between them, pallid behemoth navigating his grotto with scotopic vision, eyes wet and black in a temporary brume of amphetamine-induced aniridia, mutant coach gun raised, the needle of the serpent's tail poised to strike. 

"Reallyritzyfuckingtown, Gotham, par Southside." Grinding his teeth as he tracks the Bat with the barrel, Ben shakes his head. Whispers, "No, don't move. Hands where I can see them. I know what you're trying to do."  

He tracks; he moves with military poise. It's not acting. Click, and that thing, that custom no one, least of all Ben Solo, should own, is loaded, locked, locked, loaded, like the corners of his jaw. 

"Where was I when whatsisface died tonight?" His grin catches in that famous everlasting Gotham red. "Yeah, I know all about that. It's news. I'll tell you. You gotta hit the Iceberg for anything that's not fucking Drops, and it's shit. You think I'm panicking? TryIjustsnortedalumpofuckin'dryice. Jesus. I can't fucking work in this place. I have a set in two days. Gonna be in limbo, trapped in this      fucking     place for two days before that, before I get to live for a few hours. And that's touring, iswhatitis-done. But last year, I heard some pyromaniac freak called Firefly burned the west stage down, and everyone died."  

Serpent's eyes narrow, shining with a joyless kind of mirth. Snake voice with the merest baritone timbre rolling beneath. 

"So, I left this trailer at twenty-three-hundred-hours-to-buy drugs, Batman. Picked up some rocks from this other freakshow called the Penguin, which you already know. There's your answer. That's what you wanted. Now you got it, at the cost of wasting both our time. Now get the fuck out."

Gun to the hatch; and one has to wonder how the fuck he got in; but in Brooklyn, Ben saw rats like five feet tall. What was a six-foot bat in boots? Just another day in the fucking city. 

"Go on, Bat. That's stage left there." He gestures with the shotgun he now lowers out of a radiant, misplaced sense of chivalry. "Beat it. You bother me." 

Then, the panic the Bat clocked when his shadow passed Ben's threshold makes its voice known: "Babe? What's going on?" 

A feminine voice and Ben freezes. Thaws, his face contorting momentarily into a hellscape of wrath. He raises the gun again, cocks it at the cape. Sniffs. 

"Man, you're really fucking up my night."

The voice, keening: "Ky-looo?"

And Ben, seeming like he might turn on his heel, walk the five or so feet, and jerk the barrel through the Shoji blinds: "Shitting fuck." (More to the Bat, almost apologetically). "I told you, do not fucking call me that. What?" (Acidic, spitting, meant for the bitch too high to notice or care that there's a strange man decked out in high-tech rave gear hiding in Ben's trailer).

The panic in the voice melts into Halcion bliss: "I'm waaaait-ing." 

"You'll keep waiting... there's V. on the bottom right. On the tape. Top up and touch yourself. I need to handle this."

"MMmndf, handle whatttt?" 

"A giant bat."

"OhmyGod, grossssss." 

Ben keeps his eyes and his gun on Mr. Cloak and Dagger, unflinching, unimpressed. 

"It's just a bat, 'babe.'" He grins and blows The Bat a little plump-lipped goodbye kiss. "Don't worry. If it doesn't fly away after a friendly, animal cruelty-free chat, I'll shoot it right between its eyes, slice it up, and eat it off your ass like sashimi."

Trailer's like a vent. Oh, if that gun went off. The colors, the sound.

[ao3feed--bughead]

Southside Queen

by LuvMarii19

Born into the Southside Serpents, her Great Grandfather being one of the core founders and the very first Leaders with Thomas Topaz as his second in command. The serpents are Majesty's birthright and growing up with Antoniette Topaz as her best friend she already had her second in command, all she needed now was her King.

or

In the heart of the Southside Serpents, where bloodlines run deep and loyalty is everything, Majesty inherits a legacy steeped in power and danger. With Antoniette Topaz by her side, her trusted confidante, and a yearning for a companion who will reign by her side, Majesty's journey to find her rightful place as Queen begins.

Words: 7106, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Majesty Milani Moore, Christina Joya Moore, Montez Marcus Moore, Mahlik Monroe Moore, Mikayla Monique Moore, Jughead Jones, Alice Cooper, Hal Cooper, Polly Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Penelope Blossom, Cliff Blossom, Jason Blossom, Veronica Lodge, Hermione Lodge

Relationships: Original Female Character/Jughead Jones, Eventual Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones One-Sided, Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58186315

[celandineitsaflowerdickward]

preview for the bisexual-themed bookmarks for the @riverdaleprideandjoyzine

pride shake designs by the wonderfully talented @alpacalypseartb once again 💖💜💙

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Getting out of prison and paying your old friends a visit

Request; Yes or No

Three years in prison. Tried as an adult and locked up at sixteen. (Y/N) was pissed and he was out for blood. So, blood was exactly what he was gonna spill.

(Y/N) got into his car, nodding to his buddy. He fixed his leather jacket, glancing at the area where his old Serpent tattoo was at. He glanced at his friend.

"I wanna go see them." (Y/N) said, reaching into the glove compartment and taking out a pistol. He checked that it was loaded as they drove into town. The car slowed down when they passed by a diner and (Y/N) stretched his arm out the window, aiming at Jughead Jones and pulling the trigger. The car sped off as chaos erupted.

"These fuckers got another thing coming." (Y/N) mumbled, reloading once he spotted the motorcycles chasing after the car. He handed the pistol to his friend and climbed into the drivers seat as his friend got up and through the sunroof. (Y/N) heard more gunshots go off, seeing motorcycles fly forward.

"Come on." He patted his friends leg and drove out of the Northside and into the Southside. The car came to a stop at the Whyte Wyrm. Ghoulies shot up, ready to fight but quickly backed down when they recognized him. (Y/N) entered Whyte Wyrm, greeting the only man who visited him in prison. Hiram Lodge. Malachai averted his gaze, not daring to look at the male he once called friend.

"What do you need, Lodge? My new crew is ready to wreck shit." Prison not only grew (Y/N)'s reputation but it got him a new gang. One that was loyal and had connections. Unlike the Serpents who turned their backs on him.

Gifs aren't mine.

[bracelitperson]

the way jughead has two groups of friends... he’s won

[54fangirl]

Can’t Wait

Requested: [Y]/N - Can I get a FP Jones imagine where the reader is Fred Andrews daughter and Archie’s sister and during the time FP goes to jail she falls pregnant with his baby and Fred finds out cause he found the positive pregnancy test in the bathroom. She told FP she was pregnant before he went to jail. Also could Archie and the core four find out about her pregnancy and if you want add a part where they’re both raising their kid? Please

Summary: She’s pregnant, her boyfriend is in prison, her family is on the outs, what’s she supposed to do?

Pairings: FP Jones x Andrews!Reader

Words: 2568

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy (ADULT PREGNANCY. NONE OF YOU TEENAGE HOOLIGANS)

A/N: This took so much longer than I thought it would? It also ended up a lot longer than I thought. If anyone wants, I’ll do a part two with the kid and everything, but y’all gotta show interest (sorry, not sorry)

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale (CW) or any of its characters.

Part 1 => Part 2

xxx

“FP’s been arrested”

Archie told her over the phone that Jughead ran out of the school and that they were looking for him, but all Y/N could focus on were those three words.

Her dad took her mom and Hermione to the dance as well, leaving her home alone to deal with her emotions.

There was some screaming, then a lot of anger, a plot to break into the police station and break him out, then a whole bunch of crying.

xxx

She was crying again when there was a knock on the door a few days later. Knowing it wouldn’t be anyone from her family, seeing as they all had keys, she approached it cautiously. Opening it slowly she was graced with Tall Boy’s presence. She was familiar with him from her time spent at the Wyrm with FP.

“I had a much bigger group for Jones’ boy, but I figured your neighbors might not appreciate the gesture.” He took in her tear-stained face, “I’ll tell you the same thing I told the kid. Serpents look after their own. No matter what happens to him- however long he’s gone, we’ve got your back. He told me about the munchkin...”

She looked to be on the verge of tears again. Tall Boy sighed, not really prepared to deal with a pregnant woman’s emotions.

“Some of the younger Serpents miss you hanging around the bar, you should come by- maybe it could help.”

She gave him a genuine smile, seeing he was trying his best.

xxx

Her boyfriend was in prison.

She was pregnant.

Her dad had been shot.

And her brother was spiraling.

“Tell me again, how am I supposed to deal with any of this?” Y/N asked.

“I’d offer you a drink, but...” Toni nodded towards her stomach with a smile.

“Full of helpful advice aren’t you?”

“Always.” The girls chatted for a bit longer until Archie called telling her Fred had woken up.

xxx

Fred was awake and chatting with Archie when Y/N came in.

“Hey, there you are!” Archie hugged his sister with all his might. When she looked over at her dad she could see him looking at her with a strange look on her face.

“Hey, Arch, why don’t you go get something from the cafeteria so I can talk to your sister alone for a minute.”

Archie seemed just as confused as his sister, “um, okay dad. I’ll see you when I get back right?”

“Yeah, I’ll wait.”

Y/N sat next to his bed after Archie left and waited for her dad to speak.

“So you’re pregnant?”

She froze, feeling like her heart stopped along with the words.

“I found the test in the trash. If it’s Veronica’s-”

“No, it’s mine.” They both paused, “Yes, I am pregnant.”

Fred sighed and rubbed his face best he could.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”

“It’s...complicated, to say the least.”

“Complicated as in-”

“Complicated meaning that for the foreseeable future he’s not in the picture.” Tears springing to her eyes as she thought about her love, locked up.

“Oh, sweetie...”

“Don’t tell anyone, please?”

He sighed, “You know I'll always be here for you, right? What about your brother? Your mom?”

“I’ll tell Archie later, he’s not okay right now.”

“Are you okay right now?”

Y/N sighed, “No, but I will be. I have to be.”

xxx

“I’m telling you guys, something is off with my sister.”

“What do you mean off?” Betty asked.

“Like she’s disappearing for hours, her and my dad are having secret conversations- she’s hiding something.”

“You could follow her.”

“Archikins are you sure she’s not just dealing with everything that happened?” Veronica asked.

“No, we never have secrets...” He trailed off, realizing just how distant he’d grown with his sister.

She didn’t agree with his thoughts that the Black Hood was most likely from the southside. She certainly didn’t stand behind the Red Circle. She firmly stood with her beliefs that he was the little brother and it was up to her and her dad to protect him, not the other way around.

Maybe they never had secrets before, but they weren't sharing a lot these days.

xxx

Toni: Maybe skip the Wyrm tonight

Your brother is causing trouble

Not that we don’t love you

Just don’t want you getting shit because he’s a dumbass

Y/N wasn’t sure what Archie could’ve done, he wasn't here when she got home from the jubilee with her dad.

“Are you ever going to give me even the slightest hint of who got you pregnant?”

“Probably not.”

“Why the hell not!? Her dad yelled at her, making her eyes go wide. Fred doesn’t yell very often. “I’m not asking for much but give me something! I get it! You’re an adult! But I’m your dad, I wanna know who knocked you up before they split-”

“He didn’t leave me!” She yelled right back, tears falling down her face. “He’s a good man and I love him and I know you won’t approve so just leave it alone! Please!” She begged tearily.

“Y/N, I’ve given you space, I’ve let you keep this from your brother, I haven’t asked for much from you, but neither of us can keep living in denial. You’re pregnant and that’s not going away anytime soon. Your brother is going to find out- rather soon too- whether you tell him or not. And whoever got you pregnant isn’t around.” Fred heaved a deep sigh and rubbed his hand over his face, “You, Archie, and I...we’ve lost something. I want to say it started around the time I got shot, but if I’m being honest with myself I saw the distance starting a while ago. I think... it’s time we all stop living in this house of secrets and start opening up.”

The two sat in silence for a minute.

“I love him, Daddy...” Tears still rolling down her face, Y/N spoke softly.

“Is he from the southside? Is that why you think I won’t approve because, I don’t care where he lives, as long as you’re happy, Y/N-”

“It’s FP,” she blurted out, not wanting to hear him go on about how all he wanted was her happiness. Especially when she knew he wouldn’t give a passing thought to her happiness once he knew who her baby-daddy was.

The tense silence sat between the two.

“FP Jones. Jughead’s dad. Your brother’s best friend’s dad- My best friend!” The was no anger in his words. There was no emotion at all.

Fred stood up and walked upstairs without a word, leaving his tear-stained daughter to sit on the couch wondering how she became such a disappointment.

xxx

“If there wasn’t something before- well, there’s definitely something going on, now my dad and sister aren’t talking at all,” Archie spoke as he entered the student lounge.

“I mean, sometimes when I ignore daddy, it’s just to get a rise out him.” Veronica tried to comfort him.

“No, Y/N has never been like that. And it’s not even her- it’s like my dad can barely stand to look at her.”

“You think she did something?” Betty asked.

“I have no idea. You know my dad; I can’t think of anything she could do that could make him act like this.”

The group tried to gather their thoughts when Veronica spoke up, “Well, it looks like we’re getting the group together for some mystery solving again.”

xxx

Jughead and Betty sat in her room, watching the Andrews’ house, while Archie and Veronica were in the dining room, waiting for any movement from the older Andrews sibling.

“Archie!” Betty yelled from upstairs.

The couple ran to the window and peeked out from behind the curtains, they watched the girl get in her car and start off down the street. Betty and Jughead running downstairs to meet up with the other two, open laptop in hand.

“Okay, we were able to ping her phone so we should be able to follow her.”

“Let’s go!” Archie rushed out of the Cooper house first, everybody getting into the station wagon Betty was ‘borrowing’ from her mom.

The group found themselves driving past Riverdale, right through the Southside, and right into Greendale.

“Why would she need to come all the way to Greendale?” Jughead questioned.

“Maybe she just wanted to go to the mall,” Ronnie tried to reason. But that went out the window when she pulled into the Planned Parenthood parking lot, “Or not...”

“Planned Parenthood!? She’s pregnant?!”

“Archie there are plenty of reasons for people to come here. Birth control, STI testing, general healthcare- just because she’s here doesn’t necessarily mean she’s pregnant,” Betty spoke up.

xxx

The group sat in the car, waiting for what felt like forever before Y/N came out of the clinic.

“I’m gonna talk to her-” Archie started unbuckling.

“You will do no such thing!”

“Absolutely not!”

Betty and Veronica insisted.

“Why not?”

“What are you gonna say, Arch? ‘Hey, we were just out for a drive on a school day and ended up in this Planned Parenthood parking lot in Greendale when we saw you, my sister, coming out. Now, what exactly were you doing in there?’ Be real, Arch,” Jughead reasoned.

“Hey wait, look-” Veronica pointed to your car leaving the lot. “She’s not turning back to town.”

“Betty go, go now,” Archie spoke rushing his friend to hit the gas and follow his sister.

xxx

“Still think she’s going to the mall?” Archie asked lividly as they pulled up to prison.

When he saw you getting out of the car, without hesitation, he jumped out and rushed towards you. Ignoring the protests of his friends.

“Y/N!” He yelled, making you look back at him with wide eyes.

“Archie? What the hell?”

“Exactly, what the hell? What hell are you doing here?”

“Archie now isn’t-”

“I don’t care if now is good or not, what’s happening with you?! First, you start disappearing, then you and dad are hiding stuff from me and whispering all the time, and now he’s acting like he doesn’t have a daughter and you’re going to planned parenthood and Greendale Penitentiary! One of you better start explaining or I’m going to lose it!”

Anger took over her.

“First of all Archie, I’m a full grown adult, I can do whatever and go wherever I want. Secondly, dad and I don’t have to tell you anything. And don’t even act like you don’t keep stuff from both of us, you’ve turned into a completely different person- I barely recognize my own brother anymore. Lastly, who do you think you are? Following me around and demanding I tell you what’s going on?” In the heat of the moment, something in her snapped. 

Her father wasn’t talking to her, her mom only made comments on how hard it was going to be for a single mother, why not make my brother hate me too? She reasoned. 

“Fine. You wanna know what’s going on? I’m pregnant, a few months along. FP is the father and I love him. Yes, FP Jones; Dad’s best friend and your best friend’s dad. Dad won’t say a word to me after I told him, I don’t entirely blame him but-” She expected her dad to be angry, maybe yell at her, but she also expected that he’d still be there for her like he promised. “there. There’s your explanation, now I’m going to see the man I love because visiting hours are over soon and he deserves to know how my appointment went.” Y/N stormed into the building, wiping away the tears leaking from her eyes, unaware of the group of teens that accompanied her brother.

“Did she just say...” Jughead trailed off, not sure how to follow.

“Does that mean, you’re niece or nephew will also be Jughead’s half-sibling?” Veronica asked.

“I don’t think that’s important right now, right now I need to go talk to my dad,” Archie spoke, the shock wearing off, and her words finally settling in.

xxx

“Dad!” Archie yelled, walking into the house.

“In here,” Fred called from the dining room.

Archie walked in, to see his dad with papers surrounding him.

“What’s this?”

“Hospital bills, but uh, don’t worry about it. What’s up, what do you need?”

“For you to talk to Y/N again.”

His dad went rigid, “Archie, you don’t-”

“I do. Y/N told me everything.”

“Not every-”

“Everything,” Archie emphasized.

“You can’t really expect me to be okay with this?”

“Maybe not okay but- Dad, are you gonna hate your grandchild? Are you just accepting never talking or seeing them again? Because if you think she won’t move out, you’re wrong.”

Fred stayed quiet for a minute.

“I don’t know what to do here, Arch. I want her to be happy, she’s my daughter. But he’s my best friend. I’ve known the man for years and this just feels like a betrayal from both of them and I just-” Fred stopped. “I don’t know if I can ever see past that. I don’t think I could get used to seeing them together in that capacity.”

“Well, don’t worry,” a voice spoke from behind them, making them both look back. “I’ll be out by the end of the week, then you won’t have to see anything.”

Y/N calmly walked up the stairs, stopping to pull her luggage out of the hall closet.

xxx

Y/N gave herself to the end of the week, but with the help of Sweet Pea and Fangs, she got her stuff moved in 2 days later, as soon as she got approved for a trailer.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N.”

“If he doesn’t want to be happy for me that’s one thing, but if he can’t accept my relationship with FP and the fact that I’m having his kid, well then I don’t really see the point in sticking around.”

“Can I come to see you?”

She hesitated, “Maybe now’s not the best time for you to be on the Southside, Arch.”

The ginger hung his head, knowing he brought it on himself.

“But...I’ll let you know, okay?” she told him, giving him the first real smile he’d seen on her since before their dad got shot.

xxx

“You’re getting out?!”

“Yeah, I’m not sure why but I’m also not going to question it,” FP told her over the phone.

She had been excited since she heard the robotic phone asking if she’d like to pay for a collect call from Greendale Penitentiary, FP never called.

“When are you getting out, I’ll come-”

“Don’t worry about a thing, sweetheart. Jughead said he was gonna come up with a ride so he could come to get me. But I’ll be at your trailer as soon as I get back to the southside, you can hold me to that.”

Y/N giggled. She couldn’t wait to see FP again, he’d already missed so much, she couldn’t wait for him to be there for the rest.

“Now that I got my news out of the way, what were you gonna tell me earlier?”

Y/N hesitated.

“You know what? It can wait until I see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Well, then I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart.”

“Okay, I love you, FP.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The line clicked, signaling their time was up, but she couldn’t bring herself to be sad this time. He’d be back in her arms in a matter of hours, and this time she knows he’s not going anywhere.

“Well,” Y/N looked down and rubbed the small bump of her protruding stomach, “looks like daddy is coming home. I know he’s just gonna flip when he hears the news. But it’s okay, baby girl, he’s not going anywhere, soon we’ll all be together and I can’t wait.”

[cheryl-in-a-barrel]

core four serpents + spotify profiles. (cheryl, toni, sweet pea, fangs)

[kentnaturaltribrid]

“Fear. It’s the most basic, the most human emotion. As kids, we’re afraid of everything. The dark. The boogeyman under the bed. And we pray for morning. For the monsters to go away. Though they never do. Not really.”

Got bored and ended up doing not much, but still searching for items to go with this. Waiting on some of the old ones that were found to be repaired and finished up, probably even a few other little things in a similar theme for the most part. Though, in reality still have lots of time before anything else is about to show itself or anything like that, but regardless of the time there’s still very much little else to look for. Somethings still looking for, since there’s so little time and still been busy, but there should be at least something that fits the theme eventually, haven’t really ironed out most of the ideas, but still thinking on some of them. Regardless , there’s at least up till September, but there’s very little time lefts.

[thesweetestpeaaa]

what literally happened

Fangs: I only told Sweet Pea!!

Sweet Pea: I only told Toni..

Toni: I only told Cheryl..

Cheryl: I only told everybody??

[serpentqueenz]

Oh no babies, what are you doing? But if they’ve got the players, who will get hurt? 😭😩

-

From V’s IG stories

[ritis1996]

SOUTH SIDE IVY LEAGUE GIRL - Part 8

Sweet Pea X Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 

Warnings: cursing; arguing; confrontation;

Authors’ Note: The drama will be worth it, promise!!

Tagged: @soffie-toscana

Y/N Point of view

Part 8

             The day at school was going by faster than Y/N had predicted, and she had made it to her last class with no disaster to report. Besides the awkwardness of having to endure the teachers’ questioning stares due to her bruised face and proximity with Sweet Pea and other serpents, everything else felt normal, and Y/N was happy and unpreoccupied for the entire time. As the end of her last class arrived, one she did not share with Sweet Pea, she quickly got up and walked through the hallway, anxious to go home and get back into her homework and motivational letters for college, something she had been slacking off over the last few days.

             Once she reached the door of Southside High, she noticed a few Ghoulie members sitting on the stairs, including some of the ones that had beat her up. However, since there were quite a few Serpents around, she decided to keep her head up and walk through them.

“Wasn’t sure I’d see you around today, or ever again.” – one of the ghoulies said, rising to his feet. – “After every Serpent including your dad and boyfriend got their ass kicked because of you, one would think you’d have the decency to get the fuck away from this school”

“Fuck off” – Y/N responded aggressively, catching everyone by surprised as she brushed by him. Through the corner of her eye she saw Sweet Pea and Fangs at the top of the stairs, eyeing the Ghoulies with fire in their eyes. She could feel them wanting to start a fight and knowing she couldn’t handle any more drama over male egos, decided to stop it before it started. Skipping back up the stairs until she stood in front of them, she pulled Pea by the sleeve until his ear was at the level of her mouth:

“Can you take me home please? I don’t feel like walking, and being here is giving me too much anxiety. I know you want to punch them but I’d really like to go now, if that’s okay” – she begged in the sweetest voice she could manage. He shut his eyes, trying to focus and made a quick decision. Y/N knew his Serpent nature was telling him to start a fight and defend her honour, but she hoped that the part of him that wanted to stand by her side would be stronger than that instinct. After a few silent seconds of introspection, Pea finally let out a long sigh. He placed his hand on her lower back and guided her down the stairs, shooting death glares at the members of the rival gang.

“What the hell man? Are we not going to jump them?” – Fangs wondered in a heated voice as they reached their bikes.

“No, they ain’t worth it. Y/N wants to go home, so we’re just going to let it go. For now, at least” – Y/N rolled her eyes at that, but let it slide. Even if she had to prevent a future conflict, she was satisfied with having avoided this one.

“Sorry, Fangs. Have you considered boxing? There’s less blood and clean up involved!” – Y/N joked, and was relieved to see Fangs relaxing and laughing along with her.

“Alright, alright, I get it. Go on then, have fun. I’ll save my strength for the next time those fuckers are rude to you. Bye guys!” – and he walked away, waving them off. When Y/N stopped laughing at him and focused back on Sweet Pea, she found him staring at her with an enigmatic expression.

“What? Is there something in my face?” – She laughed at him, lightly punching his arm.

“No. I was just thinking about how no one had ever been able to pull me away from a fight before, and you did it so easily.”

“Oh! What an honour!” – Y/N laughed nervously.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I don’t’ get it, four days ago we had never even talked and now…” – he mumbled, looking down at her.

“And now what?” – she half whispered, leaning on his bike and avoiding his burning gaze.

“And now I feel like I never want to not talk to you again” – he admitted – “Which is fucking terrifying. I don’t do this shit, Y/N! – his voice started to rise as he took a few steps away from her, and she stared back in confusion – “I don’t let people in, not like this. Not after every shitty thing I’ve been through. You can’t do this to me!”

“What? What did I do?” – she cried out, her eyes filling up with water as she struggled not to blink so the tears wouldn’t fall down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I can’t take you home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” – he brushed her away from the bike and put his helmet on, avoiding her gaze and ignoring her words of protest as he climbed on to the bike and drove away, leaving a trail of noise and fumes behind.

Absolutely lost on what had just happened, but still furious that he had treated her like that out of nowhere, Y/N started her walk home in rushed steps, struggling to avoid her sobs from becoming to noticeable. As soon as she got home, she ran to her room and locked the door, finally letting go of everything that she had bottled up since the confrontation.

[nevereatsoggywieners]

Preview for Party Princess // Sweet Pea x Reader (ft ex!Reggie)

another preview to another thing I’m writing that’ll be up tomorrow mostly because I don’t have an ending yet  but you know the drill, like, reblog, and let me know if you wanna be tagged in the final product! (ps this is for a request/prompt, you can find the prompt list here)

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Reggie Mantle’s parties were known for the the loudest, wildest, and most regrettable in the whole town, of course this never stopped anyone from attending. The following Monday never failed to be filled with fights, meltdowns and makeouts. Tonight proved to live up to its legacy as you walked in and immediately felt the bass thump throughout your body and saw people making out in any dark corner they could find.

Your eyes eventually landed on Sweet Pea. He was a transfer from Southside High and you were determined to show him, along with the others, that Riverdale was more than stuck up snobs who hated anyone that wasn’t like them. That was until he opened his mouth.

“We don’t need your pity, princess.” He said condescendingly, smirking at your extended hand after you had introduced yourself to him and two other transfers. The smaller Serpent with pink colored hair jabbed him in the ribs and shook your hand.

“I’m sorry about him, he gets angry when he hasn’t had his nap. I’m Toni.” She gave you a warm smile. You gave them the tour of the school, trying to resist going off on him as he teasingly asked you where the best makeout spots were. You were definitely less than excited when you saw that your schedules were nearly identical.

But that was last week and since then you two had warmed up to each other, almost suspiciously so. He got on your nerves and always made jokes about you being privileged and pretentious, but also took it upon himself to make racy comments anytime you wore anything remotely revealing and brush his fingers on your thigh during class.

[sweetfogarty]

Southside Serpents social media (Twitter edition)

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[bumblesimagines]

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Request; Yes or No

Trigger Warning: Depression, schizophrenia, self harm

I'm not sure how old Kurtz was but I'm gonna say 15-16. (Y/N) is 17-18.

If anyone with schizophrenia feels offended or wants to inform me on it, please feel free to message me and I'll fix whatever needs to be fixed. Please remember that I don't have schizophrenia so I can only learn from the people who do. Also, please be mindful of the fact that I'm not saying all wards are bad, some are good while others aren't, it really depends on you and how you view your experience.

(Y/N) rested his head against the window, staring at the blurry trees. He could hear Lucie's distant chatter as she tried to start a conversation.

"What happened to Kurtz?" He asked, lifting his head and looking at her. The boy he was supposed to protect, his younger brother, was dead. Lucie swallowed, hazel eyes flickering over to him.

"He.. Some crazy guy killed him." (Y/N) looked at the road in front of them. (Y/N) had lived on the Northside with his aunt after his parents deemed him crazy. His aunt took him in, having the disorder as well. She passed over giving in to the tumor in her brain and Lucie, his older cousin, took custody of him. During that period, (Y/N) had learned that his parents had overdosed and that his brother got addicted. Those two things combined with his disorder drove him to almost end his own life but Lucie found him in time. Sheriff Keller advised her to send (Y/N) to a psych ward until he was better. He didn't feel better.

"We can go to Pop's, get a burger and a milkshake." Lucie said, offering a smile. (Y/N) stayed silent. Her smile dropped.

"Please.. Talk to me, (N/N). I haven't seen you in almost a year." Lucie begged, glancing at him.

'Who's fault is that?' (Y/N) chuckled. Lucie shot him an old look before realization took over.

"You haven't taken your meds, have you?" Lucie sighed, one hand gripping the wheel as she ran a hand through her hair.

'Grab the wheel.'

"No." (Y/N) mumbled. Lucie licked her lips, thinking about what to say.

"What are they saying?" She asked. (Y/N) shifted his attention onto the trees again, choosing not to respond. Having dealt with her own mother being schizophrenic, Lucie was used to hearing someone talking to themselves or seeing things. She wasn't used to a completely emotionless person though. The doctors called it flattening.

"Okay, how about this, I go get some Pop's and you can rest at home. Sounds like a good idea?" She asked.

"Okay." Lucie smiled, happy that she got a response.

"Great. Maybe Betty could keep you company? She was your friend, right?"

"No." Lucie glanced at her cousin, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"Well, she asked about you." Lucie pulled up to their house, giving him a small smile. (Y/N) got out of the car, getting his stuff and taking the house key from her. He walked up to the porch, unlocking the door and entering. Everything was still the same. With a sigh, (Y/N) went up the stairs and entered his old bedroom. It was clean and tidy. On his bed lied a small note and a jacket. He picked it up, looking at the note.

'Welcome home! From Betty C.'

(Y/N) looked at the jacket. It had a design of a band/singer he liked.

'Burn it.' (Y/N) rolled his eyes, ignoring the voice. He looked over at his window, approaching it and gazing at Archie's house. Betty and Archie sat on the steps, chatting. Betty turned her head, noticing him. She gave a small wave. (Y/N) closed the curtains. He fell back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking at Kurtz. The male stayed silent, arm draping over the stomach of his older brother. Even if Kurtz was dead, (Y/N) could at least see him in his hallucinations.

"I should've been there for you."

'He's dead because of you.'

"I should've stayed."

'You were a terrible brother.'

"I love you." (Y/N) whispered. Kurtz pressed a kiss to his forehead, disappearing when someone knocked on the door. (Y/N) stayed in bed, hoping they'd go away.

"(Y/N)? It's Betty!" (Y/N) grunted, getting up and leaving his room. He headed towards the front door and opened it, looking at the two friends.

"Can we come in?" Betty chirped, tilting her head. (Y/N) wanted to say no but maybe the two would keep the voices at bay. He nodded, stepping back and letting them in. (Y/N) closed the door, going into the livingroom and sitting down.

"Did you get my gift?" Betty asked, smiling. (Y/N) hated how positive and energetic she was.

"Yeah."

'She doesn't care about you.'

"I know." (Y/N) mumbled, fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie. Betty and Archie glanced at each other.

"How was the psych ward?" Archie asked. (Y/N) stared at the ginger.

"Boring." He replied.

"Well, at school we're thinking about starting a club for people with mental illnesses to feel accepted and know others are here for them." Betty said, glancing at Archie.

"We were wondering if you wanted to join? Talk about your experiences?" Betty asked. (Y/N) looked at her.

'They're scared of you. You're a threat.' (Y/N) shrugged.

"Okay." Betty's eyes lit up.

"Great! We'll see you at school." She smiled, standing up. (Y/N) leaned back, letting her know that he didn't want a goodbye hug. Betty and Archie left with small waves. (Y/N) stayed seated on the couch, not really knowing what to do. He was used to being isolated so being able to leave the house was weird. (Y/N) curled up on the couch, ignoring the small shadowy figures that he saw out of the corner of his eye and stared at the tv as if it was on. A sight to behold when Lucie returned.

(Y/N) stared at the school. The people who knew him watched him or whispered to their friends.

"Have a good day." Lucie called. (Y/N) ignored her, hearing the car drive off. He took a deep breath in and pulled down his hoodie sleeves. (Y/N) kept his gaze low as he walked up to the school and entered. Newbies who didn't know him were quickly told who he was. People steered clear of his path. (Y/N) got his schedule as the bell rang and went to class. The teacher knew who he was.

"I'd like to welcome back Mr. (L/N) to Riverdale High." The teacher flashed a pity filled smile.

'Strangle her.' For once, (Y/N) wanted to do exactly what the voice said.

"Please take a seat bedside Mr. Fogarty." She said, motioning to a Serpent.

"Do I have to?" He grunted. The teacher blinked, glancing down at her seating chart.

"Um.. I can change your seat tomorrow." She said, a little nervously. (Y/N) hummed and approached Fogarty, taking a seat beside him. (Y/N) opened his notebook, taking some notes but eventually resorted to doing doodles of the shadowy figure in the corner of the room.

"Dark." The tan male beside him mumbled. (Y/N) looked at him blankly.

"I'm Fangs." Fangs said, extending his hand. (Y/N) looked back at his notebook.

"My brother almost killed you." Was all (Y/N) said. Fangs blinked and it clicked in his head. (Y/N) rested his head on his fist. His mind was blank and he wasn't processing anything the teacher was saying.

"I can give you the notes." Fangs offered suddenly. (Y/N) blinked, looking at him. His gaze shifted onto Kurtz, who stood behind Fangs, looking rather annoyed. (Y/N) looked back at him, searching for some sort of pity in his eyes but only found kindness.

"Whatever." (Y/N) replied, noting that the shadowy figure had disappeared. He stood when the bell rang and went to his next class. Nobody spoke to him. Some people glanced and whispered. It was like that until his last period. (Y/N) looked at Jughead when the male sat besides him.

"Hey."

"Go fuck yourself." Jughead decided not to speak with him for the remainder of class. (Y/N) was relieved to hear the bell but it was short lived. Betty, Archie, and some chick entered the classroom and greeted him.

"You must be (Y/N), heard a lot about you." Veronica said.

"All bad things probably." (Y/N) replied, making it clear he wasn't interested in a friendship.

"Well, I brought the idea up to our principle and we got the all clear." Betty said, smiling. (Y/N) really couldn't care less. His eyes flickered to the figure in the corner.

"What's your disorder again?" Veronica asked.

"None of your fucking buiness." (Y/N) replied automatically. Veronica blinked, taken a back.

"Okayy, let's go to the club room we were able to claim." Jughead said, trying to ease the arising tension. (Y/N) crossed his arms. What a shit show.