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sweetpeaownsmyheart · 4 years ago

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Five times he tried to kiss her; One time she kissed him (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Hey Guys! Thanks for the support on my first piece, it means a lot! I’ve decided to give you a really cringey Five times; One time piece today. Hope you enjoy :)

Word Count - 3100+

Warnings - Language, some violence, one reference to sex, Sweet Pea is very Sweet not so much in character as majorly violent (is that a warning?), badly proof read by me

Summary - The title pretty much explains it. Two best friends who are drawn to each other more than friends should be!

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1 -

The first time in happened was when Sweet Pea was dropping you home after a night at the Wyrm. It was late. Later than you had even been out with him before. He wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol running in his veins, the way your hair bounced as you walked or the fact that not 10 minutes ago you had been laughing with his friends, head thrown back and eyes closed as Fangs recounted a story of his latest failed attempt at romance, but something in that moment made you perfect in his eyes.

When recalling it later, he knew he would say his desire to kiss you as down to your clothes and your red lips in order to keep face. Only he would know that it was because of the way your eyes lit up as he pulled you closer to his side. But you were friends and only friends.

'Pea, Sweets, Sweet Pea!' you say gradually getting louder and snapping him out of his thoughts. 'are you okay?' he responds with a hum. 'well this is my stop so I guess we should say goodbye.' your response seemed down heartened. You didn't want the night to end.

'Or we could talk?' Pea picks up on your reluctance. You respond with okay and settle down on the step of your trailer waiting for him to join you. 'It all feels so surreal you know?'

'What does sweets?'

'Just there's so much going on here at the moment, it might be the alcohol talking, but it feels like it is just us and there's nothing to worry about' His response takes you by surprise and you lean over to him pushing his head slightly in a jokey way.

'come on you big doofus, don't go getting all sappy on me now.' you begin teasing but the seriousness in his eyes stops you. You don't know if it is the alcohol effecting you now, but it looks like he is leaning in.

As reality catches up with you, you jump up, stumbling and muttering about it being late and how you had work early and how you really loved tonight and hoped to do it again. As you stumbled through the doorway, you didn't see the disappointment in his eyes. You did hear metal being kicked and heavy footsteps leaving though.

It wasn't that you didn't want to kiss him. You did, really. But you couldn't risk doing something that he may regret later. After all it was just the alcohol in his veins that made him want you, right?

2 -

It was a couple of days later that it happened for the second time. Recently, the tension between the ghoulies and serpents had increased and the ghoulies were trying to catch anyone with serpent links alone. Since your initiation was not until a few days later, you were unlucky this time.

It happened as you were walking between classes, one moment everything was fine and the next you were surrounded by 3 guys who you knew to be members of the gang you would soon be against. Your mind was running, stuck deciding between fight or flight until the decision was made for you and you were punched in the jaw, splitting your lip in the process.

Because you were cupping your face and trying to back away against the lockers, you didn't notice the appearance of your friends until you heard grunts and groans. As you looked up, you could see them fighting. For a moment guilt washes over you at the thought of your friends being hurt because of you but that is quickly replaced by anger.

It was like you were seeing red. You quickly marched over to the guy who punches you, kicked him off Fangs who was struggling under him, getting in a few punches before you're dragged away by an equally pissed Toni.

'Sit.' she demands once you reach the safety of the girl’s toilet. 'let me look at you.' she examines your face before stepping back. 'you'll bruise but it's not that bad, you best get home and ice it though, and clean your lip.'

'T, why were you there? I mean you were meant to be in class.'

Toni stares at you for a few seconds before saying, 'SP, he noticed you hadn't arrived to English and practically mounted a search party.' You felt confused only managing to whimper out a small oh right before Toni continued. 'damn you've got him falling headfirst into the deep end.'

Before you could question what she meant by that the door to the bathroom flew open and in walked (stomped) the boy you were just talking about.

'Relax Pea she is fine.' Toni began as Pea approached you pulling Toni away and taking the position in front of where you were sat on the counter. Toni used her initiative then and left you two alone.

'Are you really okay?' Pea questioned. His words seemed to hold a different weight and his voice seemed small compared to his usual boisterous self.

'Yes love, I'm okay. Are you?'. He hummed a yes in response as you pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stood between your legs, his hands resting on your waist. He placed him head on your shoulder and you couldn't tell if it was him or you shaking. 'Pea, talk to me. What's wrong.'

He pulls his head of your shoulder to look you in the eye taking note of the intensity of your stare trying to read him. In the moment he felt like the one who had been hurt and was being cared for by you but that thought changed as he noticed the blood still present on your lip.

He brought his thumb up and swiped the blood away. He knew that if he was asked that he would say it was how badass you looked with a split lip that made him want to kiss you but you and him both knew it was the vulnerability that was in each of your eyes in the moment. So, he leaned in.

It was the end of school bell and Toni rushing in that broke you apart this time. Pea backed away from you quickly and rubbed the back of his neck while you sheepishly smiled at T. 'We should probably go.' you spoke to no one in particular before rushing out the door brushing Sweet Pea's hand in the process.

You thought that the moment between you was purely due to the intensity of the situation that had happened before, it was only the rush of adrenaline that made him want to kiss you, right?

It happened again a couple of days later this time at the Wyrm. It was the night of your initiation and you had just come down from the stage having completed the outdated dance. You met Toni at the side of the stage where she held your dress ready for you to put on.

'Damn Y/N! If SP hadn't already snatched you up, you know I'd be right there'

You let out a laugh then turn to look around the bar. 'Thanks T! Where is Green Giant anyway?'

'He was hanging by the bar last I saw, wanted a good place to watch you.' After you let out another nervous giggle, Toni pushes you towards the bar and you spot the tall serpent at the end of it. You rush forward to him before he can turn around.

'What did you think love? Guess I'm part of the family now.' you say in his ear before he turns around.

'Y/N! You... Well you were just... Just wow.' he says giving you a once over.

'Jheez Sweets you have such a way with words.'

'I mean it, you took my breath away, you couldn't get more perfect' His tone switches and he seemed to look at you more intensely.

You were used to compliments from Pea but the candid and serious nature of what he just said made you feel unsure of your standings so you avert your gaze from him to the floor, untucking your hair from behind your ears and focusing on the laces of your shoes. You mutter out a small thanks tilting your head slighting to look at him.

In that moment, his eyes seemed darker and the air around you felt more tense. He reached out to lift your chin and tuck your hair back behind your ear trying to get you to look at him. 'come on where's that serpent courage?' he questions softly trailing his fingers down your arm and entwining your fingers.

As you look up, you're shocked by how close your faces have become and can't help but let your eyes flit between his and his lips.

He knew that he would probably say that the reason he wanted to kiss you was your dance but he knew that it was really how you had gone from a girl of confidence, dancing in front of a bar full of people back to his best friend who blushed and got shy when he complemented her that made you perfect to him.

As he began to lean down to your level, he was pulled away by Toni who was shouting about shots for the newbie and how tonight was the night to get wasted. And you knew that you wanted to be wasted too because, despite what you saw in his eyes, it was lust at your dance that made him want to kiss you, right?

4 -

The next time it happened wasn't until a couple of weeks later, just after the transfer to Riverdale High. With the changes that had happened recently, you didn't have time to worry about kissing or almost kissing your best friend. So, the fourth time was a shock to you.

You had been forced to ditch your serpents jacket and, while more people were talking to you surprisingly, you didn't feel very much like yourself or like you had the protection your jacket gave, so when you saw Pea's head towering about all others you felt drawn to him.

'Hey green giant, how's today's journey into hell been?' You say as he turns his attention to you. While you've said hello in passing and have been together with friends, you two hadn't spoken much by yourselves since the 'almost kiss' as Toni and Fangs call it.

'My day is all the better for seeing you, love.' you blush and go to send a cheeky remark his way but are stopped by the feel of an arm around your shoulder. And by the overwhelming scent of deodorant and the way Sweet's eyes narrowed you could only guess it to be one person.

'Hey Y/N. Almost didn't recognise you in these clothes, you could almost pass as a Northsider if you started hanging with the right people.' Reggie said sending a glare to SP.

'Reginald. If you don't remove your arm from me i will do my best to remind you where i am from.’ You counter him.

'Damn, maybe you really are a serpent. Don't worry I'm sure I could...'

'She said to get your hands off her you dirty mutt.' Reggie was cut off by Sweet Pea who grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him.

'Why do you care snake, as far as I'm aware you haven't claimed here.'

You pipe up, 'just because we don't piss on what we decide we own Reginald, and you can't stake a claim to a person. And if you could, you sure as hell couldn't claim me.'

'you bitch, I gave you a chance to be better, remember that Y/N.' Reggie stares you down and then storms off.

'Hey Pea, you okay?' You turn to face him. 'I'm not sure the turtleneck quite suits you; you know?' joking to try and turn his attention away from Reggie's retreating body.

'Yeh, yeh, princess. I look damn better than you though.' he jokes too.

'hey, at least I'm not kidding myself that I look good.'

'You'd look good in a trash-bag.' he says as he puts his hands on your waist.

'now that is a bit of an exaggeration.' you begin but tail off as you notice Pea leaning to your level. You were so close; you could feel his breath on your lips but you jumped away at the sound of the bell signalling you were late to history.

'See you later Pea, at Pops?' you shout over your shoulder as you hurry down the corridor.

'At 7, you can count on it.' As Pea follows your figure down the corridor, he knows that it was the way you really would look good in a trashcan and not that you had taken on Reggie that made him want to kiss you. But he would always say it was the latter.

And you knew that, no matter how much you liked him, it was really just him wanting to stake his claim that made him want to kiss you, right?

5 -

It was at Pops that evening that it happened again. You had been sat in a booth with Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs for well over two hours and were beginning to get tired. Your head was rested on SP's shoulder and he kept pressing light pecks to the top of your head in between talking to your friends. To Toni, to Fangs and to just about everyone but you and Pea, you looked like a couple and further acted like it as Pea got up to pay the bill for you two. But to you to, it was just what you did (although maybe more so now than ever before) so you were surprised at the question that came out of Fangs mouth next.

'So, when did this happen?'

'This?' you respond confused about what he meant.

'Oh, don't play dumb with us Y/N.' Toni cuts in. 'You two. When did you start doing the do.'

'doing the do? Toni have you gone insane? We are not 'doing the do' as you so gracefully put it. We're friends.'

'friends don't kiss Y/N.'

'We've not kissed Toni, we're not a couple. And god it's not that I don't want us to be but it's complicated.'

'then just kiss him.' Fangs responds to you, once again taking you by surprise. 'Y/N, I've never seen him more in love. He looks at you like you hold the world in your eyes. So when he comes back over here kiss him.' Fang's little speech would have made more of an impact on you if you weren't paralysed by the use of the world love.

'He loves me?' You respond gently, you're confused.

'Yes, he loves you, and you love him. And we figured this out weeks ago so I can't believe you're just figuring this out now.' Toni seems almost impatient at this point, but your response is short lived when you hear a booming voice besides you again.

'What's Y/N just figuring out?'

'That you're in love with her.' Fangs deadpans back to him before yelping at a sharp kick sent his way by Toni. He responds with a small oh and settles back down in his seat beside you. As Toni and Fangs keep lightly arguing, you reach over and take Pea's hand from his leg. Settling into the silence as he takes the gesture of a sign that everything is okay.

You slide closer to him and rest your head once again on his shoulder. As he turns to stare down at you, you look up at him and it feels like everything else is slipping away, you can no longer hear Toni and Fangs, it is just you. But as your lips almost meet, your worries take over your body and you turn your head, so his lips meet the corner of yours in a featherlight kiss.

Realising what happened, he turned back to face the others and looked.. Sad?

You quickly gather your things before making an excuse about being needed and rushing away from the booth, tears forming in your eyes. At that point in time, you realise that despite everything, the alcohol, the adrenaline, the lust, he still wanted to kiss you without it. And you, you were the one creating reasons for not - you were the one with the fears.

1 -

As you rushed away from the table you heard a hurried conversation behind you and as you walked out the door the conversation morphed into footsteps.

'Wait, please.' You hear his voice from behind you. 'Please look at me.' You shake your head no, still facing away from him. 'Okay but hear me out. I keep trying to kiss you and I don't know if I'm taking what we are the wrong way. I don't know if you stay up thinking about me like I do about you. I don't know if your eyes always find me in a crowd like mine do to you. And I really don't know if you want to kiss me as much as I want...’

You cut him off with your lips, his confession was whirling in your head and you were confused but you needed him to know that what you felt for him was true and you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Having had many failed attempts at kissing him, everything seemed to fall into place now.

His hands rested on your waist pulling you closer and yours found their place on his chest gripping his jacket. You were holding each other like you feared the other would disappear if you would let go. The way his lips moved, rushed but gentle, against yours felt like real life magic and all your fears fell away.

You broke the kiss to speak to him remaining close to him as you brought your hands up to his cheeks. 'I do stay up at night thinking about you. I do always find you in a crowd, green giant.' You both quietly giggle. 'And I really wanted to kiss you.' you both broke out into massive smiles and your eyes lit up.

'What about now, do you still want to kiss me?'

'Always'

Extra -

Fangs and Toni were sat inside watching the scene from the window.

'And that, my dear friend, is how you get your friends together.' Fangs said as Toni passed him $10.

'Yeh, yeh wipe that smirk of your face. I helped.' Toni retorted picking up her phone and opening a text she had received from Sweet Pea. 'We're going to 'do the do', see you Monday' she reads out loud, confused, before turning to Fangs....

'oh god what have we done!'

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krinsbez · 3 years ago

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Infinite Four, Refurbished: A Marvel Fanfic Concept

Here is the complete-as-of-now, refurbished version of Infinite Four, my attempt at envisioning an FF version of the eXiles or Web Warriors. Comments and suggestions welcome.

On Earth-9499729, Victor Von Doom has finally defeated the accursed RICHARDS! and assumed his rightful place as ruler of the Earth. Unwilling to rest on his laurels, Emperor Doom has begun studying the Multiverse. And when he finds out that in most realities, a version of himself is repeatedly defeated by a version of RICHARDS! he reacts….poorly.

Meanwhile, on Earth-75845525, Victor Von Doom, smarting from his latest defeat at the hands of the accursed RICHARDS!, decides to distract himself by studying the Multiverse. And when he finds out that in most realities, a version of himself is repeatedly defeated by a version of RICHARDS! he reacts….poorly.

Meanwhile, on Earth-34373402, Victor Von Doom takes a break from planning his latest attempt to defeat the accursed RICHARDS! by studying the Multiverse. And when he finds out that in most realities, a version of himself is repeatedly defeated by a version of RICHARDS! he reacts….poorly. Yeah, so in an infinite multiverse, there’s an infinite number of Dooms throwing an infinite number of shitfits over the fact that in most realities, the Richards family wins and he loses. And because Doom is often kinda bad at recognizing and/or caring that his actions can have negative consequences for everyone else, this gets very, very bad, and needs to be dealt with.

Someone has to clean up the mess, and that responsibility has been taken on by the Baxter Brain, an artificial hyper-intelligence housed inside a massive arcology that began as the combined uploaded consciousnesses of a version of the FF. But, even it’s astounding intellect and power can’t cope with ALL of the various Dooms (and Wizards, and Mad Thinkers, and Diablos, and occasionally an evil Reed) screwing things up for everyone with their egomaniacal disregard for everyone else. So, it has to recruit agents, and what better agents could their be than alternate versions of it’s previous selves? There are four teams: Alpha Team and Beta Team are each made up of an alternate Ben, Johnny, Reed and Sue; in the former case, they have additional power-sets from the "baseline", in the latter, they have additional skills or alternate powersets. In both cases, the individual team-members come from realities where they lost their version of the family. Gamma and Delta Teams are made up of versions of allies of the core four, and serve as support for Alpha and Beta. I only have two members of either ATM, help please? Alpha Team: -Reed Richards, Dr. Fantastic; from an Earth where, instead of Ben being the only member of the Four who was mode-locked, Reed was the only one who wasn’t; obviously, the celebrity adventurers thing didn’t wasn’t going to work. Desperate to find some way of curing his friends, Reed turned to magic, and eventually ended up becoming Sorcerer Supreme…which unfortunately led to the Dread Dormammu killing his family. -Johnny Storm, Ghost Torch; from a world where Reed’s guilt over turning his friends into freaks caused him to commit suicide. Unsurprisingly, this made things even worse for Sue, Ben, and Johnny, the latter of whom ended up being so lost that he joined a Satanic cult and found himself bound to a demonic Spirit of Vengeance… -Ben Grimm, Wolf-Thing; from an Earth where Reed’s moonshot wasn’t canceled, meaning that when it went to space it had adequate cosmic-ray shielding, and Ben managed to make it to the Moon without any problems whatsoever. Whilst on the Moon, however, he found a certain red gemstone…Fortunately, Reed figured out the wolf-monster stalking NYC was his best friend and built a gizmo to restore him to sanity, albeit by blasting him with cosmic rays that turned him into a rock monster. Unfortunately, he ended up dead in the process of using it (I can’t decided if Ben mauled him, or if some triggerhappy cop or something shot him by mistake) -Susan Storm, the Invincible Woman; a version of Sue who was forced to become a Herald of Galactus. Beta Team: -Dr. Maggie Wingfoot, the Human Torch; a female version of Johnny (named after her Aunt Marygay), who left the team to marry Wyatt Wingfoot and go to college, eventually earning a PhD in Mechanical Engineering. Unfortunately, at some point, something went wrong and the Baxter Building was destroyed, killing the rest of the family. Convinced that, if she’d been there she could’ve prevented it, Maggie’s marriage subsequently fell apart. -Susan McKenzie, Sub-Mariness; from a world where Reed died, leading Sue to take up with Namor; she was subsequently given an infusion of Atlantean DNA to enable to her to live underwater, and ended up with same mutations as him and Namora, but lost her cosmic-ray induced powers. -Ben Grimm, Juggernaut; during his service in the Korean War, got shot down and ended up falling in with a bunch of of Army grunts, including a pair of bickering step-brothers named Charles Xavier and Cain Marko. When they stumble onto a hidden temple, it is Ben who finds the crimson Crystal of Cytorrak and is transformed by it’s power into the Juggernaut… -Reed Richards, Director of SHIELD; from a world where the FF got caught trying to steal the shuttle. Fortunately for everyone, Nick Fury stepped in and offered his old OSS buddy a deal he couldn’t refuse; if Reed came to work for him at SHIELD, he’d make the charges against the other three go away. Not wishing to ruin his friend’s lives, Reed agreed, and became one of SHIELD’s top operatives, ultimately taking over the organization when Fury eventually went down. Gamma Team: -Victoria Von Doom-Grimm, Dr. Grim; female version of Doom, fell in love with Ben when they were in college, and subsequently married him. Unfortunately, having her genitalia on the inside didn’t make her less of a narcissistic megalomaniac, and their marriage was…rocky, with them constantly separating and getting back together. During one such separation, the fateful trip to space happened. Victoria was…displeased that her handsome husband had been turned into a monster, and was so determined to fix it, that she did not adequately test the cure she concocted. On the plus side, inadvertently making herself a widow forced her to take a good hard look at herself and try to change her ways. -Namor McKenzie-Richards-Storm, Sub-Mariner. From a world where Reed and Namor were both bisexual, resulting in Reed, Namor, and Sue all getting together. Unfortunately, this led to Reed and Sue being assassinated by one of Namor's political rivals. Also, presenting two teams of recurring sometimes enemies/sometimes allies: The Brides of Doom (women who had been married to their local version of Doom, who have dedicated themselves to cleaning up his mess): -Susan Von Doom (duh) -Ororo Von Doom (again, duh) -Victoria Von Doom (female clone of Victor. Honestly, given how egomaniacal Victor is, it’s astounding this isn’t a thing in canon) -Natasha von Doom, it’s happened in a couple weird alternates, so might as well. (thanks to Xero Key for this suggestion) A Natasha who made some different choices after the USSR fell apart, and ended up working for Doom instead of the new Russian government. -Jennifer von Doom, because a Hulk is required here. (ditto) Haven’t quite worked out how this one happened. Suggestions? -Shuri Von Doom, owing to a political marriage in order to obtain Doom’s aid in fixing the mess that resulted when one of the many attempts to oust T’Challa that failed in 616 worked. Was not happy about it, but accepted it for the greater good of Wakanda. -Anelle von Doom, likewise owing to a political marriage, albeit rather different. Anelle was even less happy about this, but her father was on an enemy-of-my-enemy kick and thought he could handle Doom after the FF were eliminated. Suffice to say, this didn’t work out so well for him. On the plus side, Emperor Victor I is actually doing a good job running the Skrull Empire, which as a bonus is a lot more work than running Latveria, reducing the amount of free time Doom has to scheme. -Emma Von Doom, from a world where the Hellfire Club thought they could get away with manipulating Doom. Unsurprisingly, they were wrong. Emma still ended up making a Heel-Face Turn eventually, though. -Loki Von Doom, from a world where the whole Cabal thing went very, VERY differently. The Token Evil teammate. The Stormborn, a collection of sons and daughters of Johnny Storm, from timelines where everyone’s favorite matchstick was killed by Doom. Said folks have therefore dedicated themselves to avenging their parent by hunting down and killing every single Doom in the Multiverse. -Namor Storm, the Human Geyser; leader of the team, son of Johnny and Namorita, named for his uncle. Has the standard human/Atlantean hybrid powerset, plus steam powers. -Agatha Evans-Storm, the Fantastic Witch; Johnny’s daughter with his OG girlfriend Dorrie Evans. Despite having a kid together, the issues that caused them to break up in 616 remained, and they separated, retaining joint custody of their daughter (who was named after her cousin Franklin’s nanny, who had recently died). Unlike her cousins she appeared to be totally normal. When she turned 13, however, she was kidnapped by Dr. Doom, who was on a magic kick and had discovered that being named after the old witch created a slight but distinct mystic connection that he could exploit as part of a plan to become the God of Witchcraft by ritually sacrificing her. She was saved, but at the cost of her father’s life. Also, she became a witch, and was subsequently apprenticed to Wanda. -Luna Storm, She-Serpent; from a world where Johnny left the FF to be with Crystal. Like her cousin Franklin, Luna is a mutant, with the power to control the weather, though it took people a bit to figure this out what with living on the Moon and all. Obviously, the subsequent history of the Inhumans was rather different, but a Terrigen Bomb was eventually released, and to everyone’s relief Luna managed to survive. She did turn into a winged snakewoman who breathes poisonous gas though, which kinda sucks. -Wyatt Storm, Speed-Hulk; Johnny and She-Hulk’s kid, named after Johnny’s BFF and Jen’s ex, Wyatt Wingfoot. As the name suggests, is a Hulk, and also a speedster. -JJ and Jeannie Storm, the Mutant Torch and Firebird; Johnny’s twin son and daughter with Rachel Summers (or Rachel Grey, whichever you prefer). They’re both Omega-class mutants like their mom; JJ is a teep, Jeannie is a teek, and they’re both pyrokinetic. Also, they can do that thing Aurora and Northstar or Fenris do, where they can become even more powerful by holding hands. -Jimmy Storm, the Human Robot; from a world where Roberta the Robot Receptionist was upgraded to sentience, and she and Johnny fell in love and got married. The one flaw in their marriage was the obvious inability to have children, and so for their second anniversary, Reed presented them with a child-form robot (named after the OG Human Torch) with an AI that was initially simple but designed to learn and grow in the way child would, albeit somewhat faster. The plan was to periodically upgrade him to simulate physical aging, but when he was two years old (though emotionally, intellectually, and in physical appearance being more like ten), Doom decided to launch a frontal assault on the Baxter Building, which involved destroying Roberta. Driven berserk by rage and grief, Johnny subsequently killed Doom, but was himself killed when Victor’s armor self-destructed, leaving Jimmy orphaned. That was ten years ago, and he has refused to change his appearance since. Like his mother, despite his harmless appearance, Jimmy is super-strong and tough, and possess a small arsenal of built-in weapons. -Ramonda Storm, the White Wolf; Johnny’s daughter with Shuri. Has no inherent powers (unless you count being able to consume the heart-shaped herb safely), but is a tactical/strategic genius on par with her Uncle T'Challa. When said uncle was injured and her Aunt Ororo killed by a Sentinel attack, she donned the long-abandoned ceremonial garb/vibranium-laced hi-tech suit of the White Wolf to assist her cousin Azari in tracking down and bringing to justice those responsible. You can imagine how she reacted when her own father was killed by Doom.

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tricksters-captain · 5 years ago

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 31

A/N: It’s been a while but as we come to the final chapters of this series I’d just like to say thank you to all those who have supported me throughout this series.

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Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s older sister and you have a thing for a certain Serpent.

This chapter: Based on season 2 episode 19 - With the Black Hoods return, there’s a buzz in the air, a buzz of fear, a tension that looms between everyone.

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 3,448

Warnings: underage drinking, strong language

Recap of the series:

You are Archie’s older sister and with the pressure of college looming and the trouble of having to be the perfect daughter for Fred after your Mom left, you fall into the world of FP Jones. Crushing on him since forever you never dreamt that the older man would also harbour feelings now that you are older. Leaving behind your perfect world of straight A’s and cheerleading you have focused on trying to help FP overcome his alcoholism and bring his son back to him. This leads to a romance blossoming and you joining the Serpents to be closer to the older man and the Southside. But a relationship like yours doesn’t come without complications and hardships especially in a town like Riverdale with murder, prison time, gang rivalry, civil war, statues losing their heads and Penny Peabody. Things seem to get worse everyday and that’s when the black hood appears; targeting ‘sinners’ and what’s worse than a young girl being ‘corrupted’ by an older man, sex, bikes and becoming a gang member.

Being the older sister also meant having to watch out for Archie. With Hiram Lodge returning to town, Archie is dragged into the family business as he dates Hiram’s favourite daughter. Getting involved with Archie’s affairs meant Hiram also trying to use you against your will. Blackmail and threats from the man manipulate you to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. After occupying indecent photos of you and FP together and with the information that you’re a Serpent, Hiram felt no guilt using that against you to go against your own family,

However, when your father runs for mayor against the Lodge’s, Hiram uses one of his many minions to out the fact you’re a Serpent to your dad live on television. The light of this knowledge and the discovery of your Serpent jacket leads to high tensions not only between you and Fred but Fred and FP as well.

You decide to leave your childhood home and move in with FP and Jughead but something has seemed off over the past week or so and when the school musical rolls around, you understand why.

FP still has feelings for Alice Cooper and his conflicted emotions between the two of you leads to heartbreak as you observe him watch Alice and Hal together at the musical’s opening night.

Nevertheless, there are bigger problems to face as the supposedly dead Blackhood has returned, leaving a dead body and a bloody message on the set of ‘Carrie the Musical’ leaving you scared for not only yourself but FP and your father who the Blackhood failed to kill the first time round...

Now: S2 E19

Everything seemed to pass in a blur after the opening night of the musical. Midge’s funeral rolled around quickly and it didn’t shock you to the amount of people who attended. She was a popular girl and the way she died was horrific.

You stood beside Jughead and FP as the funeral commenced. You were trying to avoid eye contact with your father, it was the first time you had seen Fred since you moved out, since the night of the musical.

You laid down the rose you held in your hand on top of her casket as Cheryl stood with her Vixen and sang for Midge.

You desperately wanted to reach out and hold FP’s hand but you knew you couldn’t with so many people around but with the murder fresh in everyone’s minds you almost forgot that you were upset with FP.

As the funeral came to an end, you rushed after your brother and his friends. You wrapped your arm around his waist and ducked under his arm as you walked. You were worried about Archie, he used to be so obsessed with the Black Hood that you feared the obsession would now return. You just hoped it didn't end with him being buried alive again.

“Have you spoken to Dad?” Arch asked you quietly.

“No.” You admitted, looking down at your feet for a second to avoid Archie’s disappointed reaction.

You felt Archie stand still and you rose your head to see the Sheriff approach Mrs. Klump.

You could almost hear the remark inside Veronica’s head that this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Mrs. Klump?” Sheriff Keller sped up to catch Midge’s mother who walked arm-in-arm with Cheryl Blossom. “I just wanted you to know that the Sheriff Department is working around––”

Keller was shortly cut off by Mrs. Klump’s palm connecting with his cheek. You had to refrain from gasping at the assault.

“You were supposed to be protecting our children.” Mrs. Klump hissed, “you should be ashamed of yourself.”

You watched Mrs Klump walk off but Cheryl stay behind, you couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but you didn’t doubt it was anything less than a threat or a rich insult.

“I better get going.” You pulled away from Archie as Kevin ran up to his father to see if he was okay.

“Please speak to Dad. He’s worried about you.” Archie frowned as you started backing away.

“I’m sorry, Arch.” You sighed as you dug your hands in your pocket. You drove FP here since you thought it was too dangerous to ride his bikes in weather this bad so you knew he’d be waiting for you. Jughead refused the ride since he wanted to go to Pop’s with Betty and your brother after the funeral.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your fathers voice behind you as you were making your way towards your car.

You slowed as you heard him running to catch you up.

“Dad.” You turned to face him but it took everything in your power not to run away.

“Look, (Y/n), I want you back in the house.” He started,

“Dad, can’t we talk about this another time?” You tried pushing your way out of this conversation but Fred refused to give up.

“No, I want to talk about it now.” You noticed Fred’s eyes flicker past your head to wear FP was stood. “I don’t like you living on the Southside with everything that’s going on at the moment.”

You didn’t respond. You just waited to hear what else he wanted to say.

“With what happened with Midge, I just want to know you’re safe. I can’t have both you and Archie out the house all the time, at least with Archie I see him get home in the evenings––”

“I am safe.” You interrupted him. “I’m with Jughead and FP at Sunnyside. I have the Serpents and we protect our own. There’s safety in numbers.”

“Safety in numbers?” Fred scoffed, “Look how many people were at Pop’s the morning I was shot. Look how many people were at the high school when Midge was murdered and nailed to a wall.”

“I’m not coming home.” You stood your ground as Fred grew more irritated with you. “You can’t accept who I am. I can’t live in a house where I’m looked at with disgust.”

“I can’t accept who you are? (Y/n), the Serpents are everything they’re made out to be. You’re falling into a life of crime and danger. You have everything at your finger tips, a good college, a secure future and you’re throwing it away for a leather jacket and some so-called-friends?” Fred seemed to have snapped.

You shook your head and stuck your tongue into your cheek.

“I’ll see you later, Dad.” You retorted, shaking your head as your turned on your heels.

“Everything alright?” FP asked as you pulled out your car keys.

“Just peachy.” You grumbled, unlocking your car for the man to climb in.

You didn’t speak to FP the whole ride back to Sunnyside. You just listened to music and the sound of your windscreen wipers when the snow landed on your car. He knew you needed space.

You switched off your car engine as you pulled into the driveway but you didn’t exit the car just yet.

“You coming in?” FP asked, his brow furrowed as you didn’t move.

“I think I might go for a drive. Clear my head.” You told him, not looking towards him as you spoke.

“Alright.” FP pressed his lips into a thin line. “Don’t be too late.” He placed his hand on your thigh but you refused to react.

FP took the hint and left the car, heading into his trailer.

You sighed and leant your head forward onto your steering wheel. Why did things have to get so much more complicated?

You found yourself outside your childhood house after leaving Sunnyside. You wanted to talk to Archie. You were genuinely worried for your dad but it wasn't the right time for you to be back in the house. No matter how much you clashed heads at the moment, you knew he was the one in most danger. After all, he was the first one who came to mind when you asked yourself who escape the Black Hood.

You spotted the deputy outside your house staring at you and so you left. You headed to the White Wyrm for a while. You didn’t know where else to go, you didn’t want to be at the trailer alone with FP right now. You couldn’t believe that was something you could of ever thought but things weren’t right and with the Black Hood’s return it was best to keep your distance.

You didn't return to Sunnyside until late and fortunately Juggy was home which meant no alone time with FP.

The next day you had to return to school. You spent the whole day inside your own head, your thoughts getting the best of you.

“Veronica, have you seen Archie today?” You raced after the younger girl as she made her way to the cafeteria.

“No, I was going to ask you the same thing. He hasn’t been responding to my texts.” She looked equally worried as you felt.

“Weird. I’ll head home after school, I finish early due to free periods anyway and see if he’s there.” You had a bad feeling about this but then again he could be working for Hiram and not wanting to tell Ronnie. Hiram was also going behind people’s backs so you wouldn't be surprised if Archie was picking up the bad habit.

You rushed home after school and knocked on the door.

“Is Archie home?” You asked as soon as your dad opened the door.

“No, he hasn’t come back yet. He left this morning for school. Why?” He seemed slightly surprised that uni were on his doorstep but the question about Archie made him suspicious.

“No reason. I just wanted to talk to him, he’s probably at Veronica’s. Don’t worry. Bye.” You tried to end the conversation quickly so you could get back to the car.

You rang Archie but it went straight to voicemail.

“Archie, where are you? I’m worried. Call me.” You left a message before hanging up and texting Veronica that he wasn’t at home.

You didn’t receive a response from Veronica until an hour later whilst you were working to say Archie’s called her and it’s fine but you couldn’t help but feel like she was hiding something. You tried calling Archie again but he didn’t pick up.

“Come on, Archie.” You muttered as you rang him again.

“(Y/n)?” Pop called your name from out front and your tucked your phone away.

“Sorry, Pop’s.” You apologised for making him wait as you picked up the empty. plates and glasses from around the tables in the diner.

Another hour and a half went by and the lack of response from Archie was driving you up the wall.

“Pop, is it okay if I leave early today? I’m really not feeling well.” You made up some excuse to leave your shift unfinished and go investigate where the hell your baby brother has gotten to.

Pop reluctantly gave in as you did work more shifts than you were contracted to anyway and it was more than clear something was bothering you.

You headed to the trailer park so you could grab your phone charger and change out of your work uniform since you had spilt half a milkshake on your skirt when you heard your phone go off earlier but it was only from Toni asking if you’d be around the Wyrm later.

When you got to Sunnyside, you noticed a car in your usual parking space. You pulled up behind in and that’s when you noticed FP’s door was open.

You felt your heart drop down into your stomach as you slowly approached the steps to the trailer.

Inside, you could see FP.

FP and Alice Cooper.

FP has his arms wrapped tightly around Alice as she cried into his arms. It reminded you of all the times you’d been in her place.

You took a step backwards, your whole body felt as heavy as stone. A stick on the earth beneath your feet gave away your presence as FP looked over to you through the door.

His stare seemed to send a shock wave through you and sent you flying towards your car with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You backed out of your spot and left Sunnyside in the dust.

You tried calling Archie again.

“Pick up... Pick up.. Pick up! Fuck!” You grew more annoyed with every ring and eventually threw your phone into your passenger seat. A car horn startled you as you started to drive onto the wrong side of the road, your eyes shot up to the car in front of you and you swerved off the road onto the grass, missing a tree by an inch.

Your car let out an ugly sound as steam gushed out of the hood. You let the tears fall from your eyes as you rolled your head back against your seat, your knuckles turning white form the grip you had on the steering wheel.

FP pulled Alice into his arms as she broke down in front of him. He was shocked to say the least with all the information that fluttered out of Alice’s mouth.

There was a sharp snap at the door and FP’s eyes met yours.

He saw the hurt flush your face before you ran off.

He knew he couldn’t chase after you, not with Alice in the state she was in. You’d have to wait. As much as he didn’t want to leave you upset, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

Alice pulled away, slightly calmer now and explained more about Chic. He was tied up in Alice’s basement at that current moment and flashbacks about Jason Blossom and the drug dealer from before tortured him. He wasn’t going to let Jughead be dragged into this. Not the way he was with Jason Blossom.

FP scooped up his phone and jacket as Alice waited for him to get ready to return to her house, he took a second to look at his phone but no messages from you appeared.

“Come on.” FP placed his hand on Alice’s back and ushered her out the door. He couldn’t let you affect him right now but he knew he’d hurt you and it hurt him. After everything you’d done for him, the past week or so had been torturous as he fought with himself and his feelings.

You had managed to stop crying when you finally decided to call a tow truck. Your phone was almost dead, you still hadn’t heard from Veronica or Archie.

It was dark now. You managed to get out of the car, taking a half empty bottle of whiskey with you which you had forgot about as it sat on your back seat.

You tugged your Serpents jacket tightly around you as you sat on the hood of your car which had fortunately stopped steaming a while ago.

You’d almost finished the bottle by the time you saw headlights approach you.

“Need a ride?” It was Sweet Pea.

You shook your head.

“Tow truck should be here any second now.” You raised your wrist your to nose to wipe it with your sleeve.

“You alright?” Sweet Pea could see your smudged mascara from a mile off even in the dark.

“Peachy.” You lied. Sweet Pea sent you a look of sympathy just as the tow trucks headlights made an appearance.

“Sure you don’t want that ride? I’m heading back to Sunnyside anyway.” Sweet Pea stuck around as the tow truck hooked your car up to take it to the garage.

“I don’t want to go back to FP’s.” You openly admitted.

“Then don’t. There’s spare trailers at Sunnyside, you know. But you can’t just stay here.” Sweet Pea offered you his spare helmet and after a short pause you decided to take it.

He drove you back to the trailer park and you noticed FP’s trailer had no lights on. No one was home. Perfect timing.

You unlocked the door and grabbed your bag, throwing in your clothes and belongings.

You heard the trailer door behind you open as you rushed around the trailer.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Jughead was the first one to enter, he looked at you with a look of confusion as you piled your things together.

“I’m leaving.” You admitted. “Tonight.”

“Hey, woah, woah...” FP entered behind Jug and tried taking hold of the bag in your hand. “Let’s talk about this.”

“You’re going home?” Jughead asked, referring to the Andrews residence.

“There’s an empty trailer on the other side of the trailer park. I work enough to afford rent, I’ll be out of your boys way.” You tugged the bag away from FP, trying your hardest not to look him in the face afraid you’ll start tearing up again.

“This late at night? Just stay until the morning. We can help you tomorrow.” FP tried his best to get you to stay.

“No. I’m leaving tonight.” You refused to change your mind, flinging your hair up into a pony tail to get it out of your face.

“Well, let us help you now.” Jughead moved to get some bedding from the cupboard and faced you with a sincere look upon his face.

“It’s fine, Jug.” You tried to take the bedding from him but he stepped backwards and headed towards the door.

You figured it was easier to not resist the help from Jughead as he helped you take your stuff to the trailer across the park.

“Where’s your car?” Jughead asked as you lugged the stuff over on foot.

“Engine problems.” You said, not lying entirely but not telling the whole truth.

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t know what’s happened for you to suddenly want your own space but you can talk about it, you know?” Jughead almost made you smile with how much he was trying.

“There’s just a lot going on right now, Jug.” That’s all he was going to get from you that night and he took the hint.

“Right, I’ll come round with some cereal tomorrow, I doubt you had the time to food shop with this impromptu move.” Jughead said lightheartedly,

“Goodnight Jug.” You walked him to the front door and closed it as he returned to his own home.

It wasn’t long after he left that you had a knock on the door.

“Jug, whatever it is, I don’t need it tonight––” You opened the door to see it wasn't Jughead at all.

“Do you really think it’s a smart move to be living alone right now?” FP had a face of fury as he stood on the outside of your trailer.

“Goodnight FP.” You went to close the door on him only for his hand to stop you as he forced his way into your trailer, closing the door behind him.

“Don’t shut me out, girl.” FP warned you.

“Shut you out? That’s rich.” You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest.

“In case you forgot, there’s a murderer on the loose. Killing victims he believes have sinned.” FP ignored your remark,

“Actually it's kind of hard to forget that when that same murderer tried to kill my own father.” You snapped back.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” FP sighed, gesturing to the trailer around you.

“Giving you space. Giving me space. Every time I look at you, I see you with Alice Cooper or looking at Alice Cooper or at Alice Cooper’s house! All I have done is be there and I don’t want to be there anymore if Alice is there too.” You thought you sounded ridiculous. Like a school girl crushing on her teacher who she couldn’t have.

“Alice? Alice?! Alice came to me earlier because she told me that she kept our kid back from high school and that our kid had died! She blames herself for it. How can I just turn her away when she’s told me that?!” FP argued.

“I’m not just talking about earlier!” You exasperate. “It’s constant.” You almost laughed with the pain filling your chest. “I can’t compete. I’m over here following you around like a little puppy dog, thinking you share the same feelings for me but Alice! Alice will always have her claws stuck into you. Meanwhile, I’m just a stupid girl who got her hopes up too high...” You weren’t aware of the tears now leaving your eyes but FP felt a pang in his gut at the sight of you like this.

“You think I would be risking everything if I didn’t have feelings for you?! Risking losing my son again? Risking my future in this town?” FP couldn’t believe what he was hearing from you. Of course he had feelings for you!

“Exactly! I’m a risk! I’m a problem! Something we have to hide. With Alice, you wouldn’t be risking anything.”

“God, girl...!” FP threw his hands up in frustration and tried to refrain from hitting the side of the trailer. “Alice is married! Her daughter is dating my son! Yes, we have a history, yes I care about her but I care about you! Hell, I care about you a lot more than I care about most people.” FP didn’t hold back, he didn’t want to lose you but you just seemed to be blocking out everything he was saying.

“Please just go.” You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Please.”

“(Y/n)––” FP started,

“FP. Please.” You opened your glassy eyes as you pleaded.

FP ran his hand over his head as he turned to leave, all he wanted to do was make things right again.

You waited until the trailer door closed completely before you sank down the wall and burrowed your face against your knees; tears freely flowing.

Your phone, which was on charge in the kitchen suddenly buzzed with your ringtone, you got up and picked up the phone.

“Archie?” You asked, relieved that his caller ID finally came up.

“(Y/n), where are you? What’s wrong?” Archie must've heard the upset in your voice.

“Where have you been?” You asked, he was the one who had disappeared all day.

“It’s a long story.” Archie admitted. “I’m coming to Sunnyside now.”

“Hurry.” You ended the call with a whisper and prayed Archie would be quick.

(PART 32)

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Martin Li is an illegal Chinese immigrant from Fujian province who attempted to travel to America to be with his wife. His mode of transportation, the Golden Mountain, was a slave ship operated by the Snakehead gang as a way to sell Fujian captives as overseas slaves in Kenya. During a storm, the ship's crew evacuated, leaving the captives alone to make a break for the New York shores. Li was the only survivor and spent the following years building a large fortune and dedicating himself to helping those less fortunate.[1]

The story is later revealed to be somewhat false, though only the Mister Negative persona appears aware of it. It is revealed that Mister Negative was actually one of the crew members of the Golden Mountain. When the ship nearly crashed onto the New York shores, he stole the identity of one of the deceased Fujian slaves (the real Martin Li) who was heading to America for the aforementioned reasons. This gang member was eventually captured by the Maggia Don Silvermane and experimented on with a synthetic drug created by Maggia chemist Simon Marshall that could be more potent than heroin. He escaped with the help of two other experimental inmates and soon developed two personalities, the kind-hearted Martin Li and the villainous Mister Negative, the latter of the two developing the ability to generate a black electrical energy that could be used to heal, control others, or charge objects with his touch. The Mister Negative side dedicated himself to becoming Chinatown's Kingpin of Crime while the Martin Li side attempts to run the F.E.A.S.T. center with humility.[2]

Martin Li operates a soup kitchen in Chinatown, the F.E.A.S.T. Project (Food, Emergency Aid, Shelter and Training), where Peter Parker's Aunt May volunteers.[3] Neither Peter nor May are aware of Li's dual identity as a Chinatown crime boss under the Mister Negative name.[4] Despite being a crime lord, Li is a seemingly kind and generous man. The F.E.A.S.T. Project has displayed healing powers for people of various illnesses, although the cause of this healing has yet to be revealed.[volume & issue needed]

During the first story of "Brand New Day" storyline, Mister Negative first comes into conflict with Spider-Man when he makes a power play toward taking control of New York's criminal underworld by attempting to wipe out all existing members of the Karnelli and Maggia crime families using a DNA specific bioweapon called the "Devil's Breath". In exchange for leaving the Maggia families' children alive, he takes a sample of Spider-Man's blood to use in a Devil's Breath formula.[3][4][5] Mister Negative later tries to use the Devil's Breath formula to kill Spider-Man during a fight with the Maggia, but Spider-Man is able to hold his breath long enough to escape alive.[6] Spider-Man then recruits the Black Cat to help steal Spider-Man's remaining blood from Mister Negative and replace it with a vial of pig blood so Mister Negative is unaware of his loss.[7]

Martin Li endorses Bill Hollister for mayor of New York City, putting him against Randall Crowne, adding him to a list of opponents (many of whom become targets of the villain Menace). It also causes him to become the target of a smear campaign by Dexter Bennet, editor of The DB and supporter of Crowne.[8] After Menace is revealed to be Hollister's daughter and Hollister resigns as mayor, Li unsuccessfully runs in a special election, losing to J. Jonah Jameson.[9]

Mister Negative later recruits Hammerhead and offers to put the man's brain in a new robotic adamantium skeleton after having been shot point blank in the head by Underworld. Hammerhead agrees to that and Mister Negative has his surgeon Doctor Tramma perform the procedure.[10]

Mister Negative eventually comes across Eddie Brock, giving a job at his soup kitchen. A touch from him causes Brock's cancerous cells to completely disappear. Also, remnants of the Venom Symbiote fused with Brock's white blood cells react with Mister Negative's power, causing Anti-Venom's existence during a conflict with Mac Gargan, the Venom Symbiote's host.[11] After the F.E.A.S.T center is torn apart during the fight between the two, Li discovers from a group of sweatshop workers (from a shop owned by Crowne) that they were experimented on with drugs from Oscorp.[12] Later, Mister Negative and his Inner Demons encounter and battle Anti-Venom. In the aftermath, Brock watches Mister Negative turn into Li, becoming the first to be aware of his dual identity.[13]

During the 2008–2009 "Dark Reign" storyline, Mister Negative refuses to submit to the Hood's rule of conquest of New York's criminal underworld. During a meeting with Hood's henchman White Dragon, Mister Negative corrupts White Dragon and sends the man to attack Hood's headquarters. In retaliation, Hood decides to attack and kill him. H.A.M.M.E.R. seals Chinatown on Hood's behalf and an all out brawl erupts around Li's estate. Hood's gang gets the upper hand until Spider-Man arrives to rescue Martin. However, Spider-Man too is corrupted and sent into battle on Mister Negative's behalf.[1] Spider-Man attacks and pummels the members of Hood's gang who are attacking the villain's headquarters and Mister Negative then sends the web-slinger to kill Betty Brant who is interviewing the real Martin Li's widow and is coming close to the truth. The Hood himself then confronts Mister Negative at his Chinatown headquarters and battles him.[14] During the battle, Mister Negative tries to corrupt Hood but fails. Norman Osborn ends the blockade H.A.M.M.E.R. has on Chinatown when Hammerhead hands papers implicating Oscorp in the aforementioned drug tests on immigrants. An irate Hood decides to kill Mister Negative anyway but he escapes. A later conversation that Osborn has with his own darker Green Goblin side reveals that he now has an alliance with Mister Negative similar to the one with Hood. However, Spot slips in and steals back the evidence of Oscorp's tests, revealing being Mister Negative's mole in the Hood's gang under the promise that he will be cured once they get their revenge on the Maggia.[2]

In the X-Men storyline "Serve and Protect", Mister Negative and his Inner Demons are at San Francisco on attempting to murder a widowed woman who still have a child. When two unidentified heroes, then revealed to be the X-Men Rockslide and Anole in disguise, Mister Negative hired The Serpents, and devise a plan to lure them into their traps, then turning then into his pawn into attacking other X-Men as well. Although his plan foiled by Anole's strategy into using a temporary brainwashed Rockslide, Mister Negative releases the rock mutant hero and vow they will meet again on the other side.[15]

During the 2009 storyline "The Gauntlet", Mister Negative corrupts May Parker when the woman walks in on him punishing an Inner Demon.[16] May manages to break free from Mister Negative's corruption when Peter went to May for moral support after the Lizard devoured Billy Connors and essentially 'killed' Curt Connors.[17]

During the 2010 "Shadowland" storyline, Mister Negative takes the advantage of the conflict against the Hand in a plot to set up a criminal establishment there, only for him and his Inner Demons to run afoul of Spider-Man and Shang-Chi.[18]

Mister Negative later has an encounter with Jackpot and Boomerang.[19] During the "Origin of the Species" storyline, Mister Negative was among the supervillains assembled by Doctor Octopus to secure some items.[20]

During the "Big Time" storyline, Mister Negative is targeted by both Anti-Venom and the new Wraith. When they, along with Spider-Man, interrupt a heroin-smuggling operation, Wraith uses visual recognition software, linked to every television broadcast in New York, to publicly out Mister Negative as Martin Li. When the police approach, Mister Negative and his men retreat. Li is later seen locked in a room by Mister Negative's men who wait for him to change back into their master.[21]

During the 2011 "Spider-Island" storyline, Mister Negative is told of a prophecy that he is destined to be killed by Dagger.[22]

During the 2012 "Avengers vs. X-Men" storyline, Mister Negative and his henchmen invade a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility as a way of taking an advantage of the war between the Avengers and the Phoenix Five, but Hawkeye and Spider-Woman defeat them while having a discussion about their relationship. It is later revealed that they were informed about Mister Negative's plan by Madame Hydra who wanted to get rid of the competition.[23]

During the 2014 "Original Sin" storyline, Mister Negative is seen meeting with the self-proclaimed Goblin King (Phil Urich) who is now leading the Goblin Underground's remnants when it came to them awaiting for Eel II to help divide the criminal underground following the original Goblin King's defeat. Their meeting is crashed by Black Cat and Electro who demand their share of the plan. When Mister Negative and Urich refuse to listen to Black Cat, the woman reminds them that they were all outed by Spider-Man and will succeed in the goal of defeating Spider-Man.[24]

Following the 2015 "Secret Wars" storyline, Martin Li is arrested at some point. He is rescued by Cloak and Dagger who have been corrupted by his touch and are using patches of the drug known as "Shade" to stimulate the effects of Mister Negative's touch and "remain" loyal to him. After the two break Mister Negative out of the prison ship where Li is being held and revert him to his Negative form, he leads an assault on Parker Industries' Japan branch, which leads to a confrontation with Spider-Man, whom Negative manages to touch.[25] Although Peter exhibits an immunity to Negative's corruption power, Negative escapes to his Hong Kong headquarters and reverts to Li. Li later sees a video message from Negative that he is targeting a philanthropist named Shen Quinghao, the former leader of the criminal Snakehead Syndicate which controlled the slave ship where Li became Mister Negative, and makes a proposal to Li, which Li accepts.[26] His plan fails, and after Cloak and Dagger are eventually are freed from Negative's control, they vow to remain in Hong Kong to protect it from Negative's future efforts.[27]

During the "Sins Rising" arc, a revived Sin-Eater steals the powers of Mister Negative and uses it to corrupt the guards at Ravencroft when he targets Norman Osborn. He also uses the powers to corrupt the clone of Ashley Kafka into releasing Juggernaut.[28]

A man claiming to be "Martin Li" shows up at the FEAST building seeking help as the Inner Demons attack.[29] This "Martin Li" later surrenders to the Inner Demons. Mister Negative meets with Mayor Wilson Fisk and informs him that they will need the sister counterpart of the Tablet of Life and Destiny called the Tablet of Death and Entropy. As Mister Negative has the item, he states to Mayor Fisk that their desired function can only be used when both items are together. Mayor Fisk allows Mister Negative to control Chinatown and the Lower East Side. Obtaining the Tablet of Life and Destiny from Spider-Man and Boomerang puts Mister Negative in competion with Black Mariah, a Crime Master, Diamondback, Hammerhead, Madame Masque, Owl, Silvermane, and Tombstone.[

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faith into violence

FAITH INTO VIOLENCE

( TW CRIME, VIOLENCE, SEX WORK, FULL CRIMINAL ENTERPRISES )

the world is on fire. there’s no easy way to say that - to simplify the political ruins that encircles them all. every which way a new party erupts, a new route, more indecision and less decisiveness. in times like these, for some, it’s an opportunity. in the shadows, dark desires grip at your throat and pull your nearer, begging the question of what you would do if no one was watching, if not one would know. the world, in it’s derision of those with lives in the shadows who had yet to step into any of the many lights now before them, wasn’t watching. the ministry was overworked. everyone was worried about this group and that group and what they would be doing.

it started simple, at first. a speakeasy, tucked into a corner of knockturn alley. the spiny serpent, a place where you could only enter if you were permitted, a place for your wildest fantasies to come true. it was simple then, in the beginning, when it was small illegalities and minor crimes. but it was apparent, even then, that it was a breeding ground for greed and gluttony, for lust and envy, for all of the things they shouldn’t have been playing with. pandora’s box was opened without a second thought, so easy to dip your toes into the darkness after tasting its sweet side. the darkness almost didn’t seem so bad, at first.

if you had been stuck in the political battleground that they had been, you would have done it too. that was what they told themselves at first. you, in your arrogance and your greed and your need for more, more, more, would do exactly what they had done… wouldn’t you? wouldn’t you start what would become the underworld? it was something between mafia esteem and mob mentality, meeting a need for dark desires to be satiated even by those playing the part of goodness. as the needs and requests grew, they would find ways to satisfy all the vices of their clientele so long as the galleons kept coming. and knowing the consequences of what you were doing, of what it could become… wouldn’t you do anything to keep it secret? because that was the game they needed to play, and every new round it all got harder.

even now, a couple years since it all began, the underworld is a secret. those who know about it keep it covered and do not risk it being discovered because of what it could mean for them all. too many political games played at once, and too many with dirty secrets they had catered to by its creator and his crew.

in fact, in the time since the underworld was started, many have taken up leadership roles and stood to his side to keep the secrets, to enforce that one rule they all knew and didn’t have to say - what happens in the underworld stays there… or you do. the rumors are rampant, but even those high and mighty have dark needs in their blood, a secret they don’t want uncovered, a reason to keep those rumors squashed for their own safety, knowing the value of mystery with the ether out for blood. what happens in the shadows must stay there, for everyone’s sake… and, besides, weren’t there many so used to living in the dark?

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those who partake in the underworld can be of any group, any species, so long as they know that it is forever a secret. anything and everything that is done in the underworld can be used against its participants, and everyone who has entered knows this well. still, what started as petty crimes only, has extended to illegal activities of all types for all types of beings, so long as you know who to ask.

below is a listing of those in a leadership role in the underground, as well as a small section of information on each. for now, these are the only positions that will be marked as true participants in this subplot, though many may have those involved under them in one form or another. for those characters, we ask that each member who takes a participant listed here make their own ad and link us, so that we can add it as a way of entering the subplot should that be wished. additionally, if you plan to genderbend, make anyone nonbinary, shift things around, or even have an idea of adding a “sin” or “virtue” to the underworld, please pm staff so that we can approve this, as we would be willing to discuss all of these things. as a note, almost all dealings for the underworld take place in the spiny serpent, located in knockturn alley, due to how secure it is as a centralized location and how protected it is against outside eyes and spies. please keep this in mind. thank you!

PRIDE

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

the leader of this whole organization, the one who started it all - or did he? he may be the ruler in the underworld, but we all serve someone, we all answer to someone. here, pride holds all the power, or so he thinks. even the creator of the underworld has his secrets, and how long will it be before they catch up to him? how long can he keep the light at bay? for now, down where no one can identify him, he’s a king in his small corner, desperately keeping his shadows cast so he can reign.

HUMILITY

MUST BE 35+, OPEN FACE

before the underworld began, humility was there. he was in the background, running something similar to the underworld in his home country. he was optimistic when it all came to be, tried to get involved with the political game in a way he truly believed in… and then tragedy struck, trauma left in its wake, and optimism fell away to a cynicism unlike any other. he lost it all, fell from grace, and went into hiding lest he lose his freedom as well. in a new country and under a different name, he is the advisor to pride, the one with experience and knowledge of what works and what could make it all go up in flames. he will not let them make his past mistakes. he will protect the underworld he has now, in a way he failed to with his own previously. he knows what it’s like to lose, and he will never risk it again.

ENVY

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. this is a mentality that pride knows well, and envy entered under that opinion. truth be told, everyone thought the two hated each other. a long history, fickle at its best, but there was no one in the world who knew pride better, either. envy was the one person who could really bring it down, and pride instead made them an ally. envy, ruler over their own sect in the underworld, puts on the show. they sort through what they need, what they don’t, what’s working, what isn’t, and works as pride’s mouth - the boss said, so get it done. they took to the power like moth to flame, but how long will it be until they want more? is risking something so advantageous worth the potential that they could cost it for them all?

KINDNESS

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

kindness is the one who comes before wrath has to, to offer a choice. she is the hunter, and many have been her prey, but wrath is her shot. she does not dirty her hands, because she doesn’t have to. she comes with a smile, and an unspoken threat on her lips, something dark behind her eyes as they watch you, as they follow you, as they tell you everything she doesn’t need to spell out in words. kindness is the redemption, for those who dare to stray, that you will wish you accepted should you not heed her meaning.

WRATH (reserved for robin)

MUST BE 20+, OPEN FACE

war is all he knows, war and commanding respect. his life was war. his afterlife was war. he was gifted in destruction, in chaos, in enforcing the rules - and that was exactly what earned him his space in the underworld. where other were afraid he would go too far and refused him the authority he thought he deserved, pride fed into his arrogance, into his fury. keep it secret, don’t go too far, but put them in their place if they threaten us - wrath was the only man for the job, and his ego knew it.

PATIENCE

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

where wrath only knew war in body, patience only knew it in mind. she is all brains, the epitome of ‘work smart, not hard’. she is the watchful eye, the one who lets pride know of any who may become a problem, the one who sees every move. too brilliant for the main political arena, the underworld offers her something the surface couldn’t - secrets, shadows, and the power that comes from that. her little spies, bringing her all the information she might need. to the world, her exterior has never cracked, but to the shadows… well, just like her, the shadows see all.

SLOTH

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

while one brings sex, one brings objects, and another brings met desire, sloth brings nostrums for them all. drugs, off-limits potions, or anything else you could want outside of their realms? sloth can and will get it. he was once one of wizarding london’s best dealers, before a small jail stint took him out of the game. but pride remembered him. he had names of all walks of life underneath him, running deals of all sorts, and getting into the underworld meant expanding his business and his network, regaining footing after his world left him to rot. sure, he has a boss, but didn’t everyone? and at least this way he stayed boss of his underlings and a king in his own right - something the outside was threatening to take away before he joined, watchful eyes that pride could take care of. and sloth? he’s not the type to lose what he controls, volatile, greedy, moody, and king only to himself.

DILIGENCE

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

secrets travel fast, but diligence travels faster. a master of gossip, and leader of the art of a well told rumor. how better to squash suspicions than to run the rumor mill yourself? he is in charge of keeping secrets, and he is a master of the art of persuasion and blackmail above all others. and who would expect the one never taken seriously? petty gossip, no place in the real political arena, he was told - but pride saw something in him, and the devotion earned there isn’t something you can buy with fear or intimidation.

GREED

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

where chastity is the poster girl to keep attention off of them with her media darling friendly celebrity act, greed is the poster girl who gets attention and finds clientele. she is the girl who looks too good to talk to, the one who has never done a single interview - because she didn’t have to. a dark reputation even among those with lives of shadow, those who follow her always find themselves in back alleys all alone - before her whispers find their ears, asks them what their darkest desire is, and if they’re ready to have it fulfilled. she’s never had to do any of the real work, finding ways to fulfill needs, or working to seek anyone out. for her, they find her, and she delivers them to the underworld under the pretense of guidance. a pretense she is well aware is nothing more than a delusion.

CHARITY

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

when it all came to be, the first thing they needed was a place - and a basement. that was where pride brought in charity. to the surface, he’s a unique business owner, the spiny serpent with its gimmick entrance and beautiful windows, a place that has been around for ages and financed his lifestyle for longer than any really know. but to the underworld… he had built a hidden arena long before, soundproofed it, and kept the questions away under lies about renovating rooms and adding an expanded dance hall and big plans that never seemed to finish. the place itself is upstairs, on the second and third floors, but the ground floor has only one entrance and exit, heavily guarded and kept away from what he says is for their own safety, renovations and danger beware. a well designed cover up and a well kept secret, with a fortune at risk. and charity? he never even broke a sweat. after all… he had been building it long before pride even asked.

GLUTTONY

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

some supplies come at dark costs. there are some things even the shadows cannot give you, but gluttony? she is the one responsible for their harvest, and pride keeps her one of the closest to his chest. where chastity is his right-hand woman, gluttony is his heart itself. she is trusted to make calls when he is away, trusted to keep their secrets, trusted to run the game as she needs to in order to get what they need without too many questions. she knows the value of discretion, and she knows her worth in the underworld. anything you need, from vampires wanting fresh, willing blood sources to werewolf cage matches unlike any other to curses beyond your wildest dreams, she can find it, she can feed your needs. and she’s damned good at what she does.

TEMPERANCE (reserved for vanessa)

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

somewhere along the lines, the underworld expanded and new requests came. art, literature, artifacts, magical equipment, dark secrets lost to time - people wanted more and that was where temperance stepped in. on the outside, she’s the perfect woman, all smiles and pleasantries and perfection. but under all of that? she’s traded in dark and lost artifacts for years, has a collection unlike any other, and she knows how to tell a fake from a mile away after so much experience. she has mastered the art of the mask, and she stays close to the money matters of the underworld as well because of her expertise. after all, pay roll is complicated, but she’s been doing it since before any of them knew to include it, and she’s the master of a good bargain and a better sell.

LUST

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

as the underworld expanded, lust came to become a necessity. some vices are not quenched by objects, and different needs came to the surface. lust is the one who brought forth those willing and wanting - consent, of course, the most important thing for lust with their disciples, always willing to enforce strict punishment on any who even attempts to infringe upon it - to satisfy those carnal desires. they are the one who protects them, who finds them, who brings them to this new home. they pay them, clothe them, acts as friend, confidant, and family. and, as pride has always agreed, they have wrath on speed dial to ensure no one hurts their family.

CHASTITY (reserved for athena)

MUST BE 20+, OPEN FACE

the celebrity poster girl who keeps the light that casts the shadows. dirty dealings going down in one building? she’ll show up next door, call all the attention, dance a little, smile a lot, maybe even do an interview - anything to keep the deal next door a secret. right-hand woman of pride himself, a secret few share to keep. even those of high rank don’t know her place in all of this, smiling like a good little girl and living her life in the light, to keep eyes on her and to keep other where where pride wants them: beneath him.

#foxrp #subplots #updates #faith into violence

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citadelsushi · 5 years ago

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Trust Tomorrow: Ch. 3

Third part of Avory Shepard’s origin story.

Art by antivancorvo

Also on AO3 and FF.net

Nothing excites a crowd as much as spilled blood.

Nick assumes human kind has always been this way. He remembers reading once about an ancient civilization who held massive events in which people would fight to the death for entertainment. They had even built an arena, called it the Colosseum, specifically to house the dozens of thousands of spectators who arrived from miles around to watch the gruesome fights. Competitors were called gladiators, granted the title as if it were something to be valued. As if they weren't simply unwanted cuts of meat thrown into a grinder, chewed up and spat out in a mangled mess of muscle and blood.

Chicago's underbelly had adopted the same sport somewhere along the line, though it wasn't nearly as extravagant. There was no rich emperor sponsoring the fights, no luxury involved even for the highest ranks. In Rome, Nick had read, the majority of the Colosseum’s victims were slaves or captives of war, beaten and whipped until the driving force behind them was painful enough they were willing to enter the ring to escape, despite knowing they faced certain death.

No one in the pit was forced to participate. At least, not explicitly.

No, the Reds - Konnor - was a master of manipulation. Threats were beneath him, peasant’s work, the reason he kept Mikki around. Konnor was more subtle; if he wanted a person to do his bidding, he found a way to push his own desires onto them, to make his wants their wants, to turn his needs into their needs until little more remained of his victim than the relentless search for his approval.

Not that Konnor’s aversion to employing violence meant he enjoyed the pit any less than his subjects. In fact, Nick was inclined to believe he enjoyed the fights more than anyone else. A puppeteer watching his marionettes perform on stage, obeying his every command despite never uttering a word. The exhibit was as much to prove his control over his own gang as it was to prove the Reds as a group not to be fucked with.

Though, to everyone but Nick, it seemed none of that mattered. Hell, most of the time Nick doubted anyone else saw what he saw. He knew Avory didn't. As far as the rest of the Reds were concerned, there was no deeper meaning to any of it. To them, the monthly engagement was just a bunch of people gathering to beat the ever living shit out of one another.

And Nick had to admit, going to the pit was a really fucking good time. Bringing together five groups of people who swore to oppose each other until death, but were able to put aside that hate long enough to watch a grisly fist fight, created a unique energy. The air crackled with it, a fuse of youthful rebellion ignited by alcohol, a powder keg of red sand exploding into enthusiastic violence. For a short time each month, every member could relax, get a little fucked up, and pretend they were kids. For a short time, they could forget to pretend they were adults.

Unfortunately for them, everything good is also short lived.

As much as everyone loves seeing a victor pummel their opponent into a bloody pulp, no one wants to lose a member, a friend, a sibling. Death in the pits is expected, but it never fails to kill the mood. For Nick, the mood had been ruined as soon as the serpent pulled a knife; watching his sister getting sliced up is a sure way to kill a buzz. Now, watching as Avory silently came to terms with what she had just done, all Nick can feel is sober relief.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd as Avory stands over her victim, the blade in her hand still dripping with blood. Steam rises from her crimson stained skin. Her chest heaves as she gazes down at the lifeless body beneath her. Backlit by hazy orange streetlight glow, she looks otherworldly. Like an ancient gladiator, cloaked in neon and death.

Mikki enters the circle, hips swaying in her usual exaggerated fashion, but she keeps her distance from Avory. She knows better than to approach a fighter stiff with adrenaline. As she approaches the center, she shouts, “And the knife hiding bitch makes four!”

Some of the crowd cheers, some grumble in disdain. Accepting the outcome, most of the group begins to exchange credit chits and their meager, yet prized, possessions, passing over lost bets begrudgingly. But Nick's attention is drawn elsewhere, beyond Avory, over Mikki's shoulder where Sixth Street clumps together.

Not a single face looks surprised, though maybe a bit disappointed. No sadness either. Instead, a cool, determined veil had fallen over all their faces, their eyes locked on Avory in identical fashion as if they were a singular being. Nissa doesn’t look fazed in the least by her gladiator's defeat. A chill creeps down Nick's spine, giving rise to the hairs on the back of his neck. He quickly glances to Konnor, statuesque as ever, to find his stare locked on Nissa. A grin stretches tight across his lips but his smile never reaches his eyes, the expression so unnatural on his gaunt face that it looks painful.

Nausea takes root in Nick’s stomach and blossoms upward, pushes gin flavored bile into his throat.

As Mikki begins taunting the Broncs, Nick spots movement and his attention snaps back to the Serpents. Two bodies right of Nissa, a brute of a man with white pants and no shirt unfolds his arms and cracks his knuckles, his actions slow and deliberate. Nick had never seen a krogan in person, but he imagines this man is as close to krogan size as humans can get without genetic modification. The man's legs are thick as cement pillars, but they carry him efficiently enough that he bursts into the ring and makes it to the center before anyone in the crowd can react.

Nick, however, is already watching.

Panic makes his voice hoarse when he yells, “Avory!”

Under less threatening circumstances, Nick would have been proud of Avory for knowing to look up in the direction opposite of where he stands, over her shoulder to the blind spot of which he has a perfect view. She looks just in time to dart forward, narrowly avoiding the juggernaut charging directly at her. The man’s momentum continues to carry him forward into Mikki, whose reflexes aren’t nearly as quick, and she takes the full force of his attack.

Mikki doesn’t have time to scream. The force of the man crashing into her sends her flying to the edge of the ring, limbs flailing as she spirals through the air. She lands with a thud, rolls to a stop at the feet of the Broncs. Blood trickles from her scalp down her hairline, her only movement comes from the unsteady rise and fall of her chest. No one bothers to check on her. The man growls, doesn’t bother casting Mikki a second look before he whirls around to find his target.

Avory is a deer caught in headlights, and for the first time, Nick is afraid. He’s never seen her look quite as she does now, crouched and ready to run or rip out a throat. She clings desperately to the knife in her hand, keeps it tight against her body, ready for defense. Compared to the giant standing off against her, she looks so small, so young. The stone cold killer she had just proven herself to be vanished and left in the ring was a scared, scrawny teenage girl.

Again, the brute charges, the ground shakes with each step. Blood rushes in Nick's ears, his body paralyzed with fear, unable to so much as holler with the rest of the crowd as the giant closes in on Avory. She stands directly in his path, every muscle in her body taut with anticipation. He wants to yell at her to move, to run, to charge back, to do anything but fucking stand still and let herself be trampled.

Seconds later, Nick realizes he was stupid to worry. The giant is only a foot from collision when Avory ducks and darts forward, immediately turning to focus on the man who stumbles to a halt, his open arms still grasping for a body that was no longer there. He turns, growls, and charges again. Just as before, Avory waits until his fingertips are nearly on her before she jumps to the side, whirls around behind him before he can halt his momentum. This time, she delivers a swift kick to the back of the man's knee. It's almost as high as she can effectively reach.

Coupled with his unstoppable momentum, the blow causes him to fall forward, forces him to throw his hands on the pavement, stops just short of smashing his forehead on the pavement. Avory looks pleased, almost allows herself a self-satisfied smirk. An axe chipping away at a giant Sequoia, every splinter of wood counts.

Enthralled, the crowd grows louder each time Avory narrowly escapes the man's grasp. They dance around each other like a matador fighting a bull, Avory almost taunting the man, landing cheap shots wherever she can manage. Each jab only enrages the brute further, to the point that Nick swears he sees the man start to paw the ground before each charge. He almost laughs imagining steam coming from his ears and a giant ring piercing is septum. Avory, too, seems to be mildly amused by the fight. Nick is surprised to see her so keen after the last match, but she flutters about surprisingly light on her feet, never staying in one spot more than a few seconds. Her eyes never leave the giant in the ring, even as he throws his weight about like a wrecking ball.

Several minutes in and Nick is too focused on the fight to light another cigarette. When adrenaline was fresh and the threat new, Avory had been exhilarated enough to keep up with the challenge. She had grinned as she circled the man, dangling herself in front of him like bait only to disappear into thin air, leaving him empty handed and embarrassed each time. But now, Nick can see the signs of fatigue. Her blood pressure has been too high for the bleeding from her last battle to stop, blood ebbs from her wounds and with it, so does her energy. She no longer seems to float above the ground, each step becomes sluggish and her posture hunched, desperate for more oxygen her body can’t provide.

The crowd can see it too. With each charge, the bull gets closer to goring her. He runs at Avory again and she evades him, but only just. She stumbles as she jumps to safety, her left hand clutches the laceration on her side while her right sticks straight out, seeking balance. Panic rises in Nick once again as she stays there, hunched over and gasping for breath, as the bull paws at the ground, thirsty for another attack.

The man starts at her.

“Avory!” Nick shrieks, “God damnit, fucking move!”

Avory doesn’t lift her head, but she nods. Four, three, two, one stride out and Avory drops to the ground, rolls out of harm’s way at the last possible second. Nick breathes a sigh of relief. But now that she’s down, she struggles to get up. Her arms tremble with effort as she pushes her way to her knees. She’s slow, too fucking slow. She’s barely to all fours when the bull turns back on her, his eyes widened with murderous frenzy. Nick watches in slow motion as he approaches her, his stride slow for the first time since entering the ring, savoring each second as he approaches his victim. Avory doesn’t look up, but she must sense his presence because she starts to crawl as quickly as she can toward the edge of the ring. The bull walks behind her, no longer in a hurry now that she’s so slow, so weak.

Yet, the crowd is thirsty for more bloodshed, rooting for the giant underdog to finally wipe out the girl who stood champion for so long. Saliva sprays from savage mouths as they call for her head. The unfolding events chill Nick to his bones. They’re just kids. Him. Avory. Each person in the crowd, all children begging for the death of another child. He looks to Konnor, arms still crossed, his skeleton features blank. There’s not a single bone in his body that feels any of this.

Nick’s own anger erupts from depths so deep he didn’t know he could tap. He turns to Konnor, shoves him as hard as he can. It’s just enough to make Konnor unfold his arms, to level his dead stare at Nick.

“Fucking stop this!” Nick screams, his voice breaking.

Expressionless as ever, Konnor simply straightens, folds his arms once more, and turns back to the pit. “No.”

He’s about to shove him again, to punch him, kick him in the shin, beat the ever living shit out of him until the rest of the Reds pull him off, but the crowd bursts into cheers and Nick turns back to Avory. She’s lying on her side now, a foot away from the opposite end of the ring, curled in on herself. The bull stands over her, his arms held above his head as if absorbing the energy from the crowd. And with that energy, he drives his foot into Avory’s stomach.

Her mouth splits open in a silent scream and she rolls away from the source of the pain, arms wrapped around her abdomen. She lifts her chin and her tear filled eyes scan the crowd. She glances briefly at Nick before passing over him to Konnor, a desperate plea in her eyes. She’s running on empty, too weak to fight, unable to take much more yet powerless to end her suffering. Konnor could stop this at any moment. Nick looks to him too, his heart already heavy with despair.

One word and Konnor could put an end to the fight, he could save Avory’s life. But Nick knows the cost is too high. Stepping in to save her would set a dangerous precedent that Konnor’s subjects didn’t have to die for him. Protecting her would make Konnor look weak, would make her look valuable. Letting her die, however, cost him nothing but a night at the pit. Another bet, another gladiator, another child, lost.

Nick can’t afford a loss like that.

Avory is all he has, all he’s ever had. From the first day he met her, when she had been welcomed into the foster home with open arms by the guardians who promised devotion yet disappeared just as quickly as the state officials, she had stuck her neck out for him. At nine years old, her knobby knees poking out every which way and her knotted hair equally as wild, Avory had more fight in her than he did at thirteen. When dinner time rolled around that night and the pirate-like hierarchy of unsupervised children reared its ugly head, Nick had already retreated to his makeshift bed of tattered towels in the corner. Being low on the totem pole and resources scarce, he would be having sleep for dinner once again.

As the new kid, Avory’s right to food didn’t exist. Until she insisted. Until that wild haired, wide eyed little kid screamed, and stole, and kicked until no one, not even the oldest, wanted to waste energy on the crazy new girl. Nick had watched her then, admired her ferocity, her ability to charge head on into the unknown and take what she needed. He admired her more when she didn’t hoard her newfound treasures, when she handed out meager scraps to other kids who were too afraid, too weak, too beaten down to take anything for themselves. Himself included.

The relationship that blossomed turned into something Nick had never experienced. Something kind, something crafted with care, something comfortable. Nick wasn’t accustomed to anything of the sort. No, the types of relationships he knew were violent, only existing because he was told there was no other option, because fear kept him from hoping for better. If there wasn’t anger, there was nothing, an empty hole void of attention, of love, of connection. What he and Avory found with each other made him feel the way old tv shows made him feel, like he was safe, protected, loved. Like he had a family.

Family is too rare a thing to lose without a fight.

#Avory Shepard #Nick Shepard #Trust Tomorrow #custom shepard #mass effect

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 6 years ago

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Tattoo ~ Sweet Pea x Reader (Part One)

A/n: I SWEAR I TRIED TO MAKE THIS ONE PART. IT WAS JUST TO GET MOTIVATION FOR THE OTHER SERIES SJOSOWFP I’M SORRY! This one will be super short through I promise ahhhhh sorry sorry enjoy! Other series will be updated super soon :)

Word Count: 2409

While the North Side flipped out over their new mystery girl. Veronica, and all the dark clad secrets she had that would too soon be revealed, South Side had their own new girl.

The craziest thing was, though, the girl blended right in. She faded into the background so that one's eyes fell over her. She never spoke or rose her hand in class or too part in anything and no one noticed her - just the way she liked it.

Really, it wasn't until Jughead Jones came to South Side High that her existence was noticed at all. She approached him one day as he was walking from class to go home. He paused, coiled and ready for trouble, but she shot him a soft smile and held up a notebook with a simple note written hastily on it in black sharpie.

Do you want help with the school newspaper?

Jughead paused. He didn't know this girl. She didn't seem to be in any gang or have anything specific about her that marked her as anyone special. She looked like she could be friends with Betty or Toni or no one or everyone. "Can you write?" Her smirk told him all he needed to know before she nodded, confirming. "Do you speak?" She paused then simply shook her head. "That's fine," he sighed. "I like quiet anyway." She beamed and he chuckled.

From then on, Y/n and Jughead got acquainted and teamed up against the school. Jug found himself talking a lot more than he ever expected himself being capable of. She always listened, chuckling at his jokes and seeming to get his way of thinking. She had patience and tolerance and understanding and she always knew how to comfort him. Even though she never spoke. Over a short span of time the two became close and Jug learned quickly that although she was no gang member skilled in fighting combat, she was extremely good to have at your side in tight situations against kids with bad ideas in their head and late nights at the school.

Jug and Y/n sat together at lunch, too. This is when they didn't talk, instead depending on texting or sending notes on paper back and forth. They had long since established a comfortable silence between them, though, so if there was nothing to be said they were fine saying nothing.

With the friendship came attention, though. Y/n suddenly went from invisible to the talk of everyone - the mysterious new girl who had gone unnoticed for so long had suddenly popped her head out of the shadows at the arrival of Jughead Jones, who refused to be with the Serpents like a teenager in his situation on this side of town shouldn't be.

Toni joined their pair when she took up photography for the newspaper and they became a solid trio that surprised everyone. Toni thought that Jug was cheating on his so called girlfriend from the North Side with Y/n at first with how close the two were, but it took mere seconds to see that they were far more sibling-like than anything else. They always had been. Y/n kept her silence, but Toni and Jug talked plenty enough for her. It was nice.

Fangs was next. He was curious about the new girl and how she seemed to worm her way into everyone's hearts so easily and quickly and successfully without ever saying a word. It really seemed as if Jug, Toni, and her had been best friends all their life. The way the other two could translate Y/n's facial expressions and body language and the way that Y/n never failed to understand how they were feeling and what they were going through, being for them exactly how they needed her to be. Fangs was caught off guard when Y/n went up and hugged him the very first time he ever joined the trio at lunch.

At first he went to pull away, but she kept her hands on his shoulders, her eyes on him and such sadness in them that it hit him to his core. She looked at him with such care and understanding, seeming to reach out with emotion alone. She didn't have to say anything but he relaxed and she leaned back in. He didn't hug her, unsure how she knew that anything was wrong enough to hurt for him so much, but enjoying the feeling of being hugged too much to turn her away. That night, he called her and she came to his trailer and they sat in front of it and he told her all about missing Toni and how he'd been kind of angry and jealous because the trio used to be him, her, and Sweet Pea. Now she was with Jug and Y/n and he missed her.

Y/n sent him a text inviting him to hang out with them more often, joining about how there were always meant to be four Musketeers.

Just like that, Fangs was won over too.

Suddenly, she had three really close friends she could always count on.

It was Sweet Pea who struggled with getting along with the girl. The two butt heads all the time, her glares and eye rolls and scoffs and impatient tapping of her foot or her curled expressions of irritation or even disgust plenty enough responses to Sweet's verbal snaps and quips. Jug, Toni, and Fangs had never seen her not be endlessly kind and patient. They had never imagined that she could be any kind of negative emotion for any lasting amount of time.

Y/n slowly started to disappear into nothing again, though. Jug integrated with the Serpents she encouraged him to follow his instincts and just to be careful. So he hung out with them, hovering between North and South side. Slowly but surely, he was becoming more Serpent every day. And Y/n let him. She talked to him less, hanging out less often and often missing days of school. Or, at least, now showing up to the Newspaper or lunches.

Jughead was never alone... but suddenly, Y/n was. Which was fine before, because she was less than not a target. She wasn't anything or any one at all.

That wasn't the case anymore.

Y/n had stayed at the school for a very long time, waiting for Jug and Toni to go home and leave the school to her. When they finally did, she went into the writing room and settled on her beanbag in her little corner - she preferred that over a desk, and would never give it up no matter how much the others desperately tried to convince her otherwise - and began writing her article for the paper.

At one point, she nodded off and fell asleep. When she shook herself awake seconds later, she knew it was time to go home. She stashed her computer on the shelf next to the beanbag chair like always - the 'laptop' was trashy and falling apart, held together with duck tape and covered in stickers for bands and movies and musicals and places that she had found interesting enough to put on there... it was an overall mess - and stood, leaving the room with her backpack over her shoulder.

She made her way down the hall, eyes heavy and body sagging.

In her moment of pure weakness, they took her off guard.

A fist landed hard in her stomach, knocking all the air out of her before she could even properly turn the corner, bringing her to her knees. Her backpack thudded after falling off her shoulders, landing hard on the floor. The grunt that passed her lips as she fell mixed with the laughter of the people who attacked her, she assumed.

Before she could get to her feet, another foot landed in her chest as she struggled, knocking her on her side. She looked up as she tried to see who was there and saw four guys she didn't recognize. They were wild and smiled at her with insane cruelty. "We can't get on the Jones boy anymore," one of them taunted. "But we CAN get to his little pet." And Y/n realized how bd of an idea it had been to look up when a foot nailed her square in the face.

She was on the ground instantly, the world spinning and exploding into a crazy array of colors. Pain exploded all over her, creating racing arcs that ran up and down her body from each point as she received blow and after blow. Y/n thought that she was set to definitely make it out of this still conscious. Unfortunately, the Ghoulie boys messing her up didn't agree.

"Oy, this one's a Serpent."

Y/n's eyes went as wide as they could through the pain making her face feel contorted and limp. She looked over slowly to see that her shirt and ridden up as she'd curled into a ball to protect herself as much as possible. Through the tears and pain, she saw the Ghoulies grin, looking even more twisted and evil than before. Her Serpent tattoo peeked from below her waist band, which she'd pulled up to hide it. Now it was exposed- not all the way, but enough.

One of the boys pulled out a bat and fear flowed through her body like wild fire catching to dry weeds. Despite that fear and her severely weakened condition, Y/n set her expression and tried her best to lift her chin and glare the boys down. "Do you worst," she grunted, her words just slightly slurred.

The boy with the bat grinned. "My pleasure."

It came down on her and she didn't even have time to feel the pain before she had blacked out.

- Time Skip -

When she came to, Y/n felt two things.

One: lightheaded. The halls were as dark as they had been when she'd passed out. She didn't feel any more injuries than the one that made her head swim and throb, which she assumed was from the bat. It seemed they'd knocked her out and then left her... for dead. That made her shiver.

Two: She was not sure, but she seemed to feel grateful that it had been a Friday. It probably would have been better, with students in the hallway to find her early the next day and as soon as possible. But, this way, she was in this condition longer but no one saw her in it. She could still keep this quiet and no one had to see her succumb to the bullying and rampaging of some dick Ghoulies. Who, may have gone a little too far now that Y/n really assessed how much pain she was in. She made it to her knees and then pushed to her feet slowly, only to immediately loose her balance and crash into the wall next to her.

Pain. So much pain.

She stumbled her way to the bathroom, too out of it to keep track of blood trails and how much she had lost. Instead, she moved to the sink and the mirror over it, analyzing herself. Her lip and nose had dried blood all over the place. Her head had a purpled bump right at her hair line. It wasn't bleeding though, so that's good. If there was more damage than it appeared to have, she wouldn't have been able to get up.

She grabbed paper towel with one hand and then turned the sink on- alternating hands so that she had always had at least one firmly gripping the edge of the sink so she could stay on her feet. She cleaned the blood away, tears forming in her eyes and long groans slipping from her without her permission. When her face was washed, she was surprised to see that most of the mess she'd thought was blood was actually just bruising. Under her right eyes all the way to the apple of her cheek was a deep, wide bruise. It stretched to the side of her nose, where there was a cut on the bridge and it looked weird. Crooked. She assumed that's where the foot had hit her- the hell had planted on her cheek and the toes had made contact with her nose, the middle part hitting around her eyes.

After she assessed her face, she went to the rest of her body. But looking down was hard and her head was spinning faster. She must be bleeding from somewhere else. Shit.

Y/n fought her way back to her backpack, landing hard on her knees as she admitted a wet whimper that left her gasping and made the building tears fall. She took a second and then slowly moved her head side to side. Not to jar her head, but to slowly adjust and clear her eyes. She reached inside the side pocket, relieved beyond thought that her phone was still there. There wasn't anything from her backpack in the hallway on the ground. And her laptop was in the Newspaper room, safe and sound and undamaged. Unlike her.

One she had it out, she slung her light pack over her shoulders again and moved to a wall, crawling to get there. She stood slowly and took deep, even breaths as her head screaming and throbbed harder in protest. She slowly made her way out of the school.

That's when she ran out of wall. She took a deep breath, looking around. Okay, the pole. That would help her down the stairs. And the walls outside. And then a random pipe and she used as a cane. The broken end of the pipe dug into her palms and it was just another point added to the mass of agony that was her body right now.

Man, they'd really done a number on her. It must have been more fun since she was a girl... Small, defenseless. She wondered if Jug HAD taken this beating instead of her, how much worse it would be. Or would it have been an easier blow?

Without even thinking about it or meaning to, she just began walking in the direction of somewhere her subconscious was taking her. She looked up and saw she was at the Wyrm. She was going to turn around and leave, but she finally lost her balance and her knees gave in. She fell on all fours, the last thing she saw was the White Wyrm doors opening before all she saw was gravel and dirt.

Her name echoed through the air before the pain and the light headedness overwhelmed her and she blacked out. Again.

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Sweet Water River (WIP, 1/2?)

Sometimes, fire wasn’t the best solution. But it was the first anyone in Riverdale thought of. Things were already pretty out of control when everything started happening at once.

This picks up where chapter fourty-five left us and was meant as a short one-shot. It’s currently at 4000 words and could grow depending on feedback. It still needs some edit work.

Characters: Meant to be full cast. More or less in order of total screen time so far: Betty, Toni, Ethel, Fred, Cheryl, Pretty Poisons, narrator!Jughead, Archie, Veronica, Jellybean, Kevin, Evelyn, Sweat Pea, Fangs, Pop, Ricky, Reggie, Hotdog, Penny, Penelope, Juniper, Edgar, Jughead, FP, Nana Rose, Polly, Hal, Dagwood, Vegas

Relationships: Mostly gen with current canon pairings: Cheryl/Toni, Archie/Veronica, Kevin/Fangs, Reggie/Veronica, Betty/Jughead, past Archie/Josie (mentioned), Edgar/Everyone (somewhat mentioned)

Tags: crack treated seriously, the farm, arson, fire, Serpent Laws

Warnings: canon typical insanity, canon typical self-harm, canon typical drug use, fire, religiously motivated plural marriages, original names for so far unnamed members of the Pretty Poisons, tiny bit of made-up backstory for Toni

Sweet Water River

An alternative chapter fourty-six.

Our story about the small town Riverdale, known as the Town with Pep, took another weird turn. Turns out sometimes just one time too many can have enormous consequences. This time it was as if a single domino stone was tipped that wasn’t meant to and suddenly the whole town fell.

It seems like all of us had this unhealthy fascination with flames. Again and again, it boiled up and over. Maybe the first time it showed its insane face was all the time back then, when we were still young and innocent kids. The weird boy lit a match and believed that was enough to burn his elementary school down to the ground. It wasn’t, but the police took his prints anyway, worrying about a possible arson career in his future. A couple years later, the Southside Serpents tried to set the Riverdale High ablaze in a petty act of revenge but were stopped just in time. These were the times we failed and no flames started licking wallpapers, wood or stone. But with time, we all learned.

The first to succeed was Cheryl Blossom. After she burned a book full of pain with her cousin Betty Cooper, she torched her childhood home Thornhill down to its foundation walls and rid our hometown of its horror house. Later, Betty tried to do the same to her childhood home but forgot to drench the building in gasoline before letting the candle fall. While the house survived, Betty learned. And the next time an occasion arouse, she recruited me, Jughead Jones, and together we set my childhood home aflame. We stayed after to watch the flames over a couple of Pop’s milkshakes.

So, you see, things were already quite out of control when everything started happening at once.

Archie Andrews couldn’t take his eyes off Veronica Lodge. With Josie McCoy gone and their relationship ended the way they did, there wasn’t really anything keeping him away from Veronica anymore. They were endgame, weren’t they? So, when they came way too close to kissing again, he crossed the last few inches. They kissed.

Reggie Mantle saw them.

Ricky DeSantos was angry. Kurtz stopped contacting him, again, and he was on his own, again. Ever since his older brother Joaquin had to leave Riverdale, he was left on his own. Again and again. As much as the Serpents kept repeating their rules, they never seemed to apply to him. Wasn’t a serpent’s family to be taken care of in the case of death or imprisonment? He never was taken care of. He always ended up alone.

That was why he gladly joined Kurtz’ plot to scare the young Jones girl and show her how fake the Serpents were. No one cared about their families. But that plan failed and he was left as alone as he was before. Hands in his coat pockets he walked further down the streets, wondering what to do now, when his hand made contact with a matchbook he took from the diner. The Serpents didn’t deserve a headquarter. But fire was pretty.

Kevin Keller wanted his family with him at the farm. He heard about Josie just taking off at a blink of an eye to tour the states with her father and decided, that if he wanted his father and Sierra with him, he had to act soon. He excused himself from dinner at the farm and went home. Finding the home deserted, he unlocked the front door and sat down in the living room and waited. Surely, they wouldn’t be too long.

Ever since joining the farm, Fangs Fogarty did everything with Kevin Keller. When Kevin excused himself from dinner, so did he. He missed his Southside Serpents just like Kevin missed his Dad and stepfamily. He went to visit their campsite and found Sweet Pea and Hotdog at the camp’s fireside. He was glad he got to see Hotdog again. He missed that dog.

Hotdog lifted his head, when he heard the well-known steps of Fangs and gave a happy bark. Sweet Pea looked up from the pan of beans he was heating over the fire and gave a small smile.

“Hey Fangs! Glad to see you back! Hand me another of those cans, I’ll make us some grub.”

Fangs smiled. He missed this. He grabbed a can of kidney beans and opened it on the way to the fire. Handing the can over, he patted his lap to get Hotdog to move to him, wanting to get pet.

“I missed you Sweet Pea. You should come and join us.”

At the same time, Betty Cooper hid behind some bushes in the snow and peered into a window of the old Sisters of Quiet Mercy and watched the farmies at their joint dinner of drugged goatmilk, savory muffins with their self-grown magic mushrooms and other weird concoctions.

She was waiting for an opening. She wanted one last shot at saving Juniper and ending this crazy cult for good.

Ever since she, Dilton and Ben had gotten so into Gryphons and Gargoyles, everything fell to ruins. Her best friends were dead, she was put on suicide watch, suffered seizures and was sent to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy where her delusions were fed instead of cured. Only saved by a friend, Ethel Muggs spent the last weeks trying to get her life back in order. It wasn’t easy. Her mother wasn’t happy she just fled the Sisters but obviously also didn’t want her daughter drugged. So, she went into helicopter mode. Ethel wasn’t allowed to do anything outside of school but come home straight after her last lesson. No clubs. No school musical. Still, most days she was just picked up right at the school gate. Twice a week she met with a psychologist.

She was healing, but somehow, she felt like something still held her back. Something she had to finally let go to become better. She had to take care of the bunker.

Edgar Evernever was a controlling puppeteer and while she did what she had to; Toni Topaz hated every minute of it. She felt horrible at how she had to betray Betty’s trust after she plotted with her to get the poor Juniper out, but Edgar and his first wife Evelyn knew about it. They had her phone bugged and half the school were their spies. Someone had seen her walk into the bureau of the Blue and Gold and Edgar and Evelyn obviously were able to put one and one together. She hoped she could give Betty a sign, but she knew there were cameras in the corridors and just couldn’t do it. If she failed at proving her loyalty to Edgar, she’d had to leave and Cheryl would be all alone with them.

She felt sick watching Cheryl partake in the goatmilk and the other drugged foods, and she felt sick partaking in them herself. Sometimes she ringed for sanity. She kept seeing her dead mother in the flickering lights in the drowning chamber and repeatedly heard her dead father’s voice advising her to be careful. She clung to Cheryl and the truths she knew. The farm was a cult. Her parents were dead and so was Jason Blossom. She had to keep Cheryl safe. Edgar Evernever was a puppeteer, but she was no puppet.

Fred Andrews was at home, cooking dinner for himself and for Archie. Then the phone rang and Mary surprised him with a call. He was always happy to hear her voice. Listening to her chat, phone held between his ear and his shoulder, he finished cooking and split the food on two plates, making sure to give Archie an extra helping of proteins and greens, to ensure his son had a good sized and proper meal he just had to heat up when he came home later tonight after his boxing practice

Taking his plate in hand, he moved to the living room where he sat down on their couch, setting the plate in front of him. Mary was still going on about shenanigans in her law firm, that made him smile. Chewing a piece of cauliflower, he absently lit a couple candles, to give the room a warmer tint.

Reggie was livid. He did everything for Veronica. He drove over the Canadian border once a week to get illegal alcohol for her illegal speakeasy. He robbed her father’s illegal drug factory for her. He robbed his own father’s car dealership for her. He got his car taken for her, he got beat up for her, he got shot for her. What for? She held him at arm’s length, only letting him near, when she was lonely, constantly letting him know he was only a replacement, calling him Archie and brushing him off whenever she didn’t have need for him.

He was done with Veronica Lodge and her stupid speakeasy.

Jellybean Jones, angry, at her mother who just left town without giving her a good explanation and the rest of her family for always having so much to do and never spending time with her, did what Betty Cooper failed at. After emptying one of Hal’s left-behind canisters of gasoline between the stairs and the living room, she lit a match at the house entry, threw it behind her and left the building. Feeling the heat behind her, proof of her accomplishment, she stood at the road and wondered for a moment where to go now.

Behind her, the Cooper House burned.

Veronica Lodge smiled at Pop and thanked him for the takeout order he just finished for her. It was her rare night off and she would be spending it with her Archiekins.

Penelope Blossom hugged baby Jason Junior close to her. Riverdale only brought her pain and death. This time she would do it right. She set the baby into a car seat and grabbed her last bag. The two of them would leave the town tonight.

Ever since first Cheryl and soon Toni joined the farm, the Pretty Poisons were just abandoned like last week’s trash. But the Poisons weren’t letting them just get away with that. Grabbing bats and pipes, they sat on their bikes and rode towards the Blossom Estate, Peaches at the front. They would trash their stupid poolside that lured them in.

Penny Peabody left Riverdale the day of the fight between her and Gladys Jones. But she wasn’t done with the town, so she didn’t go far. Once her informants let her know Gladys was gone, she was back with a simple plan. She set the Riverdale High ablaze.

Polly Cooper put Juniper to bed, sure the special goatmilk she gave her before bedtime would ensure she slept through the night. After, she joined the other farmies for the trek into the woods, where they would light a huge bed full of coals and walk across it. It was always a special treat.

Chuck Clayton had everything, then Veronica Lodge stepped into his life. And boom, he was left with ruins. When he managed to build up the tiniest bit of a new life, chance happened. He got too close to his art teacher’s daughter, and now he was being kicked out of the program. He lost everything, again. And who’s fault was it? Veronica Lodge’s. He would make sure she lost everything, too. Grabbing some canisters full of gasoline from the back of his truck, he started setting the Penbrooke on fire.

Hal Cooper was dead. Killed off in a freak accident during a prisoners’ transport. But most of all Hal Cooper was angry that someone had the atrocity of trying to use him, the Black Hood, the serial killer of Riverdale, as a chess pawn. But he wouldn’t be one. He was better at this game then Hiram Lodge. He’d take the asshole out. But first he would set his biggest fault right. He should have never sold his baby, the Riverdale Register, to that horrible man. He’d rather see it burned to the ground. Tonight.

Angry at Rosemary, a girl working at the Maple Club, for overcharging him, the random dude emptied his reserve canister of gasoline from his car in the lobby of the Five Seasons and lit a match from a matchbook complementary to the services at the Maple Club.

Archie Andrews was at the boxing gym El Royale getting some training in while waiting for Veronica bringing take out from Pop’s, when one of his boxing members from the juvenile detention center came running in.

“The Gilded Gloves last week was a set up! And I have proof that Hiram Lodge was behind everything!”

He snapped. Hiram Lodge was guilty of pretty much everything. Angry at himself and the stupid gym, Archie trashed what he could and set the rest on fire.

Kevin has been waiting for way too long already. He missed dinner, but he was unwilling to miss the farmies’ nighttime activity in the woods. It was his favorite, walking across burning coals. He acted on instinct and set the old wood structure of his childhood home aflame. If they couldn’t keep living in their house, they surely would come live with him at the old Sisters of Quiet Mercy, right?

Fangs didn’t understand. Why didn’t Sweet Pea want to join the farm? Was it their campsite that held him back? It was winter and way too cold to live outside. Fire would surely help them be reborn. He grabbed one of the bigger sticks they used for firewood and flicked the embers and burning wood pieces from the firepit out and towards some of the tents. They immediately caught on fire.

“What the fuck?! Fangs?!”

“You need to join us Sweet Pea, Serpents. There is nothing left here for you now. Come with me, to the farm. All of us. All our Hotdogs. Joaquin. Midge. They’re all there.”

Fists flew.

Having waited hours in the bushes for all the farmies to leave, Betty opened the badly closed window with a crowbar. Creeping through the long corridors, she made her way up to the same room Toni led her into. Juniper was fast asleep. Betty picked her up and held her close. This time she would succeed. Holding her firmly she walked the same way back, out of the window and back to the car she parked just out of sight. She placed Juniper securely into a baby seat she just acquired that day.

She went to the back of the car to get some of her father’s extra canisters of gasoline she liberated from the Joneses’ garage. Hurrying back to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, she dumped those through the still open window and threw a match. She knew this probably wasn’t enough to rid Riverdale of the stain that was this building or its history or the farm, but her priority was Juniper. She ran back to the car and drove home to Elm’s Street. Whatever came next, she’d need Jughead.

After their laced dinner, it was time for another session of walking through coals. It was cold outside and her girlfriend forgot to take her warm coat, so Toni gave Cheryl her own and went back for the other one. Just inside the door, she heard a soft voice coming from the kitchen.

“It’s going to be okay now, Juniper.”

Was that Betty? She’d love to check but couldn’t risk anything being caught by the cameras. She grabbed Cheryl’s coat from a hook by the backdoor and left.

Ethel Muggs emptied another canister of gasoline into the bunker. She was sad to see it go and sad it probably wouldn’t be enough fire to actually destroy the bunker, just its interior. Still. Throwing the empty canister in, she lit one of the matches she got from Pop’s Chock‘lit Shoppe and threw it in. At the same time, she started running. She wanted the bunker gone, but she wouldn’t burn with it.

Soon she had to acknowledge that while the fire might not be enough to destroy the bunker’s walls, it was enough to catch the trees and brushes around the bunker on fire.The wind helped it spread quickly.

She ran faster through the snowy woods. Thankfully she knew the area and the fastest way to the road. She was lucky. Just as she reached the road a car came near. The window was let down and Betty screamed at her to get in the back while she stopped the car.

“Ethel? What the hell happened here?”, Betty closed the window again, to save Juniper from any ash and put the car back to driving once Ethel was safely inside.

Reggie Mantle was back at La Bonne Nuit. Entering through the backdoor, he made it downstairs without being seen. It was the rare night off, so the place was empty. He wanted to trash the place, but seeing it, made it harder. This place has been so much work. He trashed some of the glass ware and started to empty the high percentage alcohols onto the seating areas and the tables. He dropped a lit match from one of Pop’s matchbooks they had everywhere and left.

When Mary ended the call, Fred stood up to bring the phone back to the station and froze in front of the window. The neighbors’ house was burning. With great presence of mind, Fred grabs their fire extinguisher and runs outside without putting the candles out first and without closing the door behind himself. An unlucky gust of wind brings the curtains too close to the flames. Vegas barks and runs outside, knocking against a side table on his way, starting another fire in the room. Within seconds the whole room is on fire.

Outside Fred has eyes only for the burning Cooper/Jones House and the small girl at the front door, that seems so lost and frightened. He runs over and holds her close.

“Jellybean? Are you okay? Where’s Jughead? And your father?” He tries to steer her away from their house to his and sees his own house nearly as merrily aflame as the other.

Toni and Cheryl were trading coats and kisses at the coal side when Kevin joined them.

“I think my dad and Sierra will be joining us at the farm soon.”

“That’s great Kevin. And you’re just in time to be witness to the newbies’ coal walk, too. It’s a magnificent night. Ma Chérie will be completing her initiation. Wasn’t your boyfriend supposed to as well?”

Toni let Cheryl banter with Kevin and concentrated. It was true. Tonight, she had to complete her initiation. She was supposed to be ready. She had to be. For Cheryl.

It’s not the first time for Pop Tate to hear the fire alarm at the Shoppe, nor is it the first time he smells smoke. Deliberately calm Pop tells his customers to stand up and leave the diner in an orderly fashion. Being the good man that he is, he makes sure all his patrons get out safe and sound and follows behind. Outside he asks for someone’s phone and calls the fire department. Just then, looking at his Shoppe, he realizes it’s really on fire.

Veronica Lodge was never shocked, so she chose to be angry instead. After she gave a short and anonymous call to the fire department about the burning El Royale, she zoomed in on Archie.

“What the hell happened here? Did you just set the building on fire? Archie? That’s stupid! This place isn’t even insured. Do you know how much money you’re just burning for nothing?”

Veronica wasn’t happy with the proceedings at all. And she wasn’t in the mood to listen to Archie’s explanations.

“Let’s go back to Pop’s. Maybe we can hide behind some milkshakes and think of something to do about this.”

They didn’t come far when they met the first scared person fleeing from the Pop’s.

“What the hell is going on tonight? How can the whole town of Riverdale just be on fire?”

Jughead and FP Jones were at the police station to pick up a couple of loose ends left over from Kurtz’ apocalypse and to make it easier for FP’s deputy to take over the position of sheriff for the time being, when suddenly all their phones started ringing at once.

“Pop’s and the Maple Club give matchbooks as freebies. Plus, fire = pretty. I’d say it was just a matter of time.”, Jughead answered between phone calls. When he saw Jellybean’s name light up on his mobile phone, he answered immediately. “Jellybean?!”

It’s a man’s voice on the line. “Jughead, she’s fine. She’s with me.”

“Mister Andrews?”

“Yes. Listen, both our houses are on fire and I can’t reach the fire department-“

Polly saw the flames first. It must be a good sign for their coal walk tonight. The newly joining farmies were surely blessed.

Peaches and the Pretty Poisons were just done trashing the poolside that now, in the winter, hadn’t been looking that inviting in the first place. The ruins of Thornhill loomed dangerously above them, so they decided to smash in the couple of greenhouses they could see on the premises.

“Girls? I guess we’re done her. Let’s go.”

They were just wanting to turn back, when the wind turned and they saw the thick smoke coming from Fox Forest and the town center. The fire must be huge. And it moved towards them. They needed to leave. Walking back to their bikes, she realized old hag Penelope Blossom never left the barn she stayed in to scream at them to leave her property. There weren’t any lights there at all, even her car was gone.

But there were lights in Thistlehouse. With Cheryl and Toni at the old Sisters of Quiet Mercy, was Nana Rose all alone? They couldn’t just leave her behind to fend for herself, she was half blind, couldn’t walk and has been welcoming all of them into Thistlehouse with hot tea or cocoa whenever they needed a little bit of grandmotherly advice.

“Change of plans. Amaranth, Quinoa, check on Nana Rose. Make sure she’s ready to leave. We can’t bring her on our bikes. Barley, Rye, make two teams and check the sheds, barns and the rest of the estate for other wheels. The fire’s coming this way. We have to leave asap.”

Toni was halfway across the coals to her Cheryl who was waiting for her with love and adoration plainly on her face and arms open in wait for her. Two more steps. One. Then her naked feet were finally back in the cold white snow and her girlfriend’s arms tightly around her.

“I knew you could do it, my TT. I’m so proud of you. Now we can all get married to Edgar on New Year’s.”

Reveling in her girlfriend’s tight embrace, Tony was terrified to even think of her feet. Or the new deadline of horrors Cheryl revealed. Looking up to blink away tears and check if Cheryl was really alright, she noticed the thick smoke in the sky. That must belong to a huge fire. A fire.

“Babe? Is the forest burning?”

The only car the Pretty Poisons found was the Blossom Twins’ red convertible. It would do. They helped Nana Rose, who was so excited about their little nighttime adventure together, to sit on the front passenger seat and placed her chair in the back. Peaches slid in the driver’s seat, signaling to the other’s to get going. They were riding to safety now.

Evelyn was the first to act. She clapped her hands twice and rejoiced at how all her sister and brother sheep immediately stopped what they were doing and looked towards her and Edgar for guidance.

“Brothers and Sisters, it seems our night has to be cut short. Please follow us.”

And the sheep did. They left the coals as they were.

TBC

I hope you enjoyed? I’d really apreciate feedback of any kind.

Also, I don’t think anyone will die, but pretty much everything will burn.

#Riverdale #Riverdale Fanfiction #Choni #mine

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spookadoop · 6 years ago

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Old Habits Die Hard (Sweet Pea) Pt.2

Part One

The next time you saw Sweet Pea was after the little rumble between the North and Soutside. It was as a form of payment for the Serpent Prince, also known as Jughead Jones. He had used the help of Betty to get a message to you to meet him in Sunnyside Trailer park - he had a deal he wanted to discuss with you.

Turns out, he was determined to become a Serpent. FP was still in prison, someone had to run the Serpents. Even though you had moved to the Southside, Jughead had heard many of the teen Serpents talking about you like some sort of mega-badass. He figured if you were to back him up the Serpens would take him more seriously. In return he would take special care to make sure your friends your family wouldn’t get hurt.

You, of course, agreed. You figured it was about time you gave back your jacket. You cried on the way to the Whyte Wyrm from Jughead’s. You felt like you were giving up your entire life. From this point on, you would have no part of the Serpens left with you minus your tattoos. Your family had obviously disowned you, so why should you continue to keep them with you?

When Jughead flung open the doors to the Wyrm, you immediately spotted Sweet Pea at his usual pool table playing against Tallboy. You could feel the judging stares, but continued to keep your head up like you didn’t care. Like it didn’t hurt.

“I think these Northsiders are lost,” Sweet Pea called, making a shot before standing up straight to face Jughead.

“We’re not,” Jughead replied for the both of you. “I’m over being half a Serpent. “

“Wow,” Sweet Pea replied, bumping past Jughead to the other side of the pool table. “You will do anything to protect your Northside buddies.” You saw Toni looking at you from the corner of your eye but refused to look at her, staying focused on Jughead and acting like a cold-blooded bitch.

“My father was a Serpent,” Jughead shot back. “He led you. I wanna stand with you guys,” He looked around the bar before continuing. “Tallboy was the one who gave me this jacket. It’s finally time I start wearing it.”

Tallboy stood up from where he was lining up his shot, slowly walking over to Jughead. “So, now you wanna be a Serpent, huh?”

His eyes slowly shifted from Jughead to you, meeting your steely gaze. “What about you, Y/N? What are you here for?”

You cleared your throat, walking until you were face-to-face with the long-haired man. “Look, I know you aren’t going to take Jughead seriously. But, I’ve seen him exhibit Serpent traits on many occasions. I’ve seen how loyal he is, seen him fix problems with words instead of violence. Things many Serpents,” You paused you shoot a fixed look at the Serpents you once called your friends, “Have yet to learn. He knows what he’s getting into, Tallboy. And I know he’ll make FP proud.”

“So what?” Sweet Pea called out, stomping to Tallboy’s side. “You’re here to show your support for your little Northside buddy? You aren’t a Serpent anymore, Y/N. Your opinion doesn’t matter here.”

You knew Sweet Pea was talking out of his ass like always, just being his emotionally challenged self. He was never good with showing how he felt. But, it still pissed you off. You gritted your teeth, not giving him the satisfaction of a smartass response, instead choosing to cut right to the chase. You slid off your Serpent jacket, feeling the smooth leather glide against your skin.

The sound of leather hitting the wooden floor ceased all conversations nearby. You lifted your eyes from where your jacket now lay at your ex-boyfriend’s feet, gazing around the room at the faces of the people you once called your family.

Without another word you walked out the doors of the Whyte Wyrm, not turning back to glance at the only home you had ever known.

The next time you saw any of the Serpents was at a drag race against the Ghoulies. You were sitting beside your newfound friend Reggie on the hood of a truck, a cup filled with something in your hand, a pack of pixie-sticks in your pocket. You could finally stand to see the colorful paper straws without a sick feeling reminding you of Jingle Jangle.

You could see the Serpents on their bikes a mere few feet away. Seeing them made your heart ache, especially since all of your old friends had come along. It made you long for the feeling of a smooth leather Serpent Jacket on your skin again. But, no matter how sad it made you, that part of your life was over with. You had even taken to covering up your tattoos with bracelets and makeup, trying to hide the past you hated to admit you missed.

You cheered as Tallboy announced it was time for the race to start, laughing when Reggie almost fell off the hood when you shoved him for cheering right in your ear. “Reggie can you not be so obnoxious today?” You asked with a laugh as the boy pulled you to his side. “C’mon, Y/N! Get pumped!”

“I’m going to pump you if you don’t let go of me Reginald!”

Reggie groaned and removed his arm, allowing you to slide off the hood to get some more ice from the cooler everyone was -surprisingly- sharing. You filled your cup up, sliding a few pieces in your mouth to chew and relish in the refreshing cold. It was hot as hell outside.

“I see you’re having fun with your new friends,” A voice ridiculed from behind you.

You turned around, staring at your ex-boyfriend with an unamused expression. “Yes I am. That’s generally what you do when all of your old friends want nothing to do with you,” You replied easily, not allowing yourself to give him the reaction he wanted.

Sweet Pea scoffed, crossing his arms. “Just didn’t know you were such a mutt-lover, Honeybee.”

You could feel your anger spike at the name. How dare he call you that after how he had treated you. You took another chunk of ice into your mouth, coaxing yourself to cool down before responding.

“And I always thought Serpent law said no Serpent stands alone. But ever since I found out I was being forced to leave the Southside, I’ve been left standing alone. So in a way, I guess we were both wrong.”

With that you left the boy standing by himself, much like the Serpents had left you, not allowing him the chance to reply. It didn’t take long for Reggie to figure out something upset you. He shot the Serpent he had seen you talking to a glare, receiving one in return.

Sweet Pea didn’t speak a word to anyone for the rest of the day.

When you found out FP was finally getting released from prison, you cried. Like a baby. Not that you would ever admit to it. When you finally saw and hugged the man that raised you more than your parents ever did, you cried even harder, bottling up all of your sadness for months on end tends to make you cry about everything. Of course, you told Jughead if he ever told anyone you would gut him like a fish.

So, when Betty and Jughead came to you with the idea of throwing him a retirement party you reluctantly agreed. FP knew you were no longer a part of the Serpents, but he didn’t exactly know why. It made dancing around the topic kind of hard. But, you allowed yourself to forget your stresses when the party finally came.

Most of the older Serpents didn’t seem to care that you had turned in your jacket, they had known you since you were an annoying little brat begging for rides on motorcycles and trying to not cry when you scraped your knee on the rusty playground that resided on the Southside.

Eventually you had to take a break from catching up, settling down at the bar beside Archie, who was stressing over performing with Veronica (which she didn’t know was going to happen). You found it slightly amusing to see him so wound up, but you could understand where he was coming from. It was kind of intimidating to stand in front of all those gang members and have them judge you.

You decided to help calm his nerves, taking his mind off of his performance by telling him stories of embarrassing moments you had witnessed and unfortunately had in the Whyte Wyrm.

“When I still lived on the Southside my friends and I spent every single day here. It was before Sweet Pea and I started dating, back when we both danced around the fact we liked each other. Every time we came here he would spend a least an hour playing pool with Fangs. I never really saw the fun in it because I had never learned how to play.

Well, one day he decided he was going to teach me. He helped me get the so-called ‘form’ right, and showed me how to line up a shot. Well, he failed to inform me on how hard I should hit the ball. So, when he stood at the other end of the table, waiting for his turn I lined up the shot like he showed me and hit the ball with the poolstick. I hit it so hard that it practically flew through the air and hit him directly in the crotch. He blacked out for a good ten seconds and couldn't walk right for a day or two. Yet somehow he still wanted to be with me... I still think the ball hit him so hard it messed with his head.”

Archie laughed at your story, relaxing a little bit. Then, he seemed to get a curious glint in his eyes. “Do you ever miss being a Serpent?” The ghost of a smile appeared on your face.

“More than you’ll ever know.”

The day you got your Serpent tattoo was probably both the happiest and most terrifying day of your life. It was happy because you would finally be an official member of the Southside Serpents, the group that had looked out for you since you were a kid.

It was terrifying because, well, you were scared of needles. It was a fact Sweet Pea often teased you for. In return you always brought up the time Fangs pantsed him in front of the whole school. He tried to run after him, but he tripped over his own pants.

But, despite his teasing, Sweet Pea refused to leave your side any time you had to get a shot or had to be around needles. And this time was no different.

While you settled into your chair, laying your arm wrist-up on the table so the guy could tattoo the Serpent Emblem on your inner-wrist he was right beside you. “It doesn’t hurt,” He promised, sliding his hand into your free one so you could squeeze it if you needed to.

“Remember that time you skinned from your wrist to your elbow? That hurt way worse than this will.” Giving him a smile, and his hand a tight squeeze, you nodded to the guy, letting him know to start the tattooing.

You didn’t let go of his hand until you were already at your trailer.

It wasn't long into your Christmas break that Jughead Jones marched through your door with a favor to ask of you. Apparently, he had trusted the Snake Charmer and fell right into her trap. And now FP was being brought into it as well.

“Jug, why are you telling me this? I’m not involved with the Serpents anymore, remember.”

Jughead groaned, giving you an extremely desperate look. “Please, Y/N. I just want you to come help me talk to the younger Serpents. They were your friends, right? Toni and Fangs talk about you all the time. Even if you don’t consider yourself a Serpent anymore, they trust your opinion. A Serpent never sheds its skin. You’ll always be a Serpent deep down. Even without the jacket.”

You could feel Sweet Pea’s eyes on you once you stepped off of your bike. Jughead had managed to coerce you into helping him yet again. You hated to admit I, but the boy had a way with words.

You knew he wanted to demand to know why you were at their little secret meeting. But, a sharp look from Toni made him keep his mouth shut. Fangs, however, gave you a smile, mouthing a ‘hi’ to you before he turned his attention to their leader’s son.

“So what’s this about, Jones?”

Jughead cleared his throat, a hard look overtaking his face as he began to explain the situation at hand. “Penny Peabody has my dad dealing drugs. I know this because she had me doing this before him. Now, she’s roped in Tallboy, and Sweet Pea-”

“Man, if you’re pissed because your old man tapped me instead of you-” Sweet Pea cut Jughead off, only to be cut off in return.

“No, Sweet Pea. I’m pissed because I don’t want the Serpents to end up like the Ghoulies. And I doubt that any of you became Serpents just to be at the beck-and-call of a drug Queen Pin. I know where this ends. Death, jail. Which is why, in the interest of self-preservation...we have to take out Penny.”

“Snake Charmer’s helped some of us,” Sweet Pea replied.

“Oh yeah?” Jughead asked, looking at the other Serpent. “And what did she ask for in return, Sweet PEa? How many favors? Now if we don’t stop Penny tonight, she is going to get every single one of us in on this. I promise you. I promise you, Sweet Pea.” You watched as Sweet Pea and Fangs shared a look, thinking over what Jughead just said.

“What I’m asking is,” Jughead continued. “Are you willing to risk your necks to save my dad’s life?”

“What is the first law?” Toni called out, standing up from leaning on her motorcycle.

A minute later Sweet Pea answered. “No serpent stands alone.”

You looked up and saw him staring directly at you as he stood and walked to Jughead’.s side. “I’m in.”

“Me too.” Toni replied.

You watched as Fangs stood up, determination clear on his face. “Let’s do this.”

You felt their eyes turn to you from where you stood. You took a deep breath and shook your head. You slowly walked to join them at where they stood in front of the flaming barrel.

“In Unity There Is Strength.”

That night your group of rebellious Serpents went to Penny’s hideout, being careful to not alert the older Serpents as to what you were doing. The last thing you needed was for them to ruin your plan. It was strange being surrounded by Serpents again. But it also felt like coming home after a long trip.

You couldn’t help but snicker when you saw the fearless Snake Charmer helplessly tied up on the ground. It brought you a sick sort of pleasure to see her feel how most of the people she did business with felt. Helpless, cornered...fucked over.

When Jughead began informing her that she will never return to Riverdale, her eyes slid over to you. A pitiful look overtook her face, attempting to get you to soften up. “Honeybee, I’ve never done you wrong, have I? These snakes abandoned you when you needed them. But I’ve helped you out on more than one occasion. Especially when you were hooked on JJ.”

Time seemed to come to a standstill when those words left her mouth. Your past with Jingle Jangle was something you had never admitted to anyone. It was an addiction you had kept under everyone’s noses. Even now, no one knew. No one but FP, who had helped you get off of the stuff.

“What is she talking about?” Sweet Pea demanded, an intense look in his eyes.

“Oopsies,” Penny smirked. “I’m guessing you never told them about that? Yikes. If I would have known I wouldn’t have said anything. When you stopped coming to me for more I just assumed you found a cheaper supplier.”

“You were on Jingle Jangle? When?” Sweet Pea questioned angrily, hands balled into fists at his sides. But the anger wasn’t directed at you. He was angry at himself for not noticing.

Penny laughed, obviously finding it funny that he didn’t know. “When wasn’t she on it? She tried to stay away, but I guess you could say she had a big sweet tooth.”

“Were you just not going to tell us you were doing drugs, Y/N?” Sweet Pea demanded, obviously not very happy something like that had been kept hidden from him. “You should have fucking told me. Serpents shouldn’t have to go through that shit alone.”

“Yeah, well you’ve made it quite clear I’m no longer a Serpent, Sweet Pea, so it isn’t your fucking problem. Just yet another thing I had to deal with on my own while we were together,” You snapped.

“Maybe we should focus on the task at hand,” You remarked before Sweet Pea could open his mouth, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at the Snake Charmer. Taking the hint that you wanted the attention away from you, Jughead cleared his throat, getting the attention back on him.

“I don’t care where you set up shop. But it’s not going to be in Riverdale. And it’s not going to be with the Serpents. You wanna deal drugs? You wanna extort people? That’s your business. But not on the Southside. That belongs to us.”

Penny laughed, shaking her head. “You stupid, cocky kid. Serpent law says you can’t hurt one of your own,” She replied, lifting her sleeve to show her tattoo.

"Oh Penny...It’s time you learn,” Jughead stated, standing up and taking off his jacket. “Grab her.”

Toni and Sweet Pea quickly shot over to her sides, grabbing her arms and holding her down. She screamed to be let go, but you all knew that would never happen. Jughead knelt down and opened his knife. “You hurt one of your own by giving Y/N Jingle Jangle. And that tattoo doesn’t make you a Serpent.”

Penny’s screams filled the quiet night as Jughead slowly cut off the tattoo on her arm. She deserved it, there was no way you could deny it. But you couldn’t help but imagine yourself in her place. The thought of having a blade slice off the thin skin on your inner wrist made you turn away with a grimace, unable to watch the process any longer.

When all was said and done Penny was left a sobbing mess in the woods. Considering a couple of the young Serpents actually puked while watching the barbaric tattoo removal, you didn’t feel so bad about having to turn away.

You left wordlessly once it was over, not wanting to stick around a group you no longer belonged to any longer than necessary. You could feel Sweet Pea’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to meet his gaze. The hurt you knew would be there would only make you regret the way you snapped at him.

His eyes didn’t leave your figure until you had disappeared from his sight. He was still trying to soak in the fact that you had went through an addiction to Jingle Jangle right under his nose. He never even noticed.

It made his chest ache, wondering how you must have felt when you were going through it. How abandoned you must feel thanks to his not knowing how to handle you leaving. It was his fault you had turned in your jacket. If he would have just told you that he was scared you would find someone better than him on the Northside you would still be spending every Friday night with him at his trailer, watching movies that would give you nightmares for weeks.

He had just been so scared you would find someone that could give you everything you wanted and would treat you like a boyfriend should - not be scared to tell you how he felt and cover up his emotions with snarky comments and a cold attitude.

He missed having you by his side, always ready to put him in his place when he had an attitude, somehow knowing how to calm down his explosive temper with a single touch. He had been in love with you since you were kids, and he would never be able to stop loving you. You were ingrained into ever fiber of his being.

He had to find a way to make things right.

The next morning you found a box with your name written on it in sharpie on your front porch. You brought it into your room and plopped on your bed, equal parts scared of and curious about what was in it.

When you opened it you saw a piece of paper with very familiar handwriting. Slowly, you picked it up, scanning the words written on it.

“Reasons I Suck At Being A Serpent

1) I let you stand alone because I was pissed you were leaving the Southside.

2) I was too scared to tell you the real reason I was pissed that you were moving to the Northside. The truth is I was scared you would find a guy that can treat you better than I ever could.

3) I hurt you for the stupidest reasons when we were together.

4) I didn’t treat you like I should have. I was an asshole to you so many times when I should have been holding you close and telling you how beautiful you are. Even when you fell asleep in class and had marker smudged all over your face because you doodled on your hand.

5) I didn’t tell you that I love you enough. I wanted to tell you I love you every time I woke up with you in my arms, holding you tight like a lifeline. I was too afraid to let you break down the walls I worked so hard to put up. The truth is, those walls never kept you out. You’ve always been the one able to pass through them like a ghost and it terrified me.

6) I didn’t notice something was up with you when you were on Jingle Jangle. I should have been able to tell you were going through something and needed me to help you through it.

7) When you were on JJ, you should have felt like I was someone you could turn to and help you get through it. But, I never gave you enough proof that I was. It’s no one’s fault but my own, and if I’m ever given the chance I will make sure you never feel that way again.

I’m sorry for everything, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t love you the way I should have. I’m sorry I don’t know how to express my emotions properly. I’m sorry for being the reason you want nothing to do with the Serpents. We’re your family, and the fact I hurt you enough to make you feel like we don’t care shows just how much I fucked up.

But, if there is even the smallest chance you could ever forgive me and come back to us, meet me at the Whyte Wyrm Saturday at 9 pm. If not, I can’t blame you for not wanting to risk your heart again. I want to be the boyfriend you have always deserved.

- S.P “

You finished reading the letter, slowly sitting it down next to you before reaching back into the box. When you pulled your hand back out, it was holding your leather Serpent jacket.

Considering whether or not I should do a Part 3 to wrap it all up, or let you guys come up with the ending you want. What do you think?

@chloe-skywalker @unaveragewriterfreak @poolpartyingwithjaws

#Old habits die hard #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea fanfic #riverdale #cw riverdale #southside serpents #toni topaz #jughead jones #fangs fogarty #archie andrews #betty cooper

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yourjughead · 7 years ago

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Wrong side of the tracks pt.6

Pairings: Jugxreader Warnings: Swearing, fluff ***Smut...badly written smut but still smut (skip to after the *** if you don't want to read it, the story will still make sense without it)*** mentions of alcoholism, gambling and abuse but no description, shit hitting the fan A/N: glad ye enjoyed Camping with Bears, remember REQUESTS OPEN. This part is quite long as I had time to work on it in work. I know people might be thinking there's a few plot holes but I'll fix most of them in the next part...this one was already too long. I attempted to write smut again....but i dont know 😂 REQUESTS OPEN ----------------------------- *********************************** 3rd Person The kiss grew from sweet to hungry quickly. You wrapped your still tender legs around him and pulled him in closer. He pushed your head back against the cabinet demanding more access to your neck, you willingly giving it. “Wait wait” you say slightly panicked. “yeah” Jughead asked worried. “you and Betty?” “very much over?” “Okay good cause she probably wouldn't like this” you smirked You pulled his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion before he reattached himself back to your neck. He bit right down to meet your collarbone while you moaned slightly. Jughead abused this spot driving you wild with lust. “Juggy” you pulled him from your collarbone breathlessly. His face sunk at the idea that he may have gone too far. “Bedroom. Now.” you breathed as you went to slip off the counter but Jughead caught and carried you, kicking his gear bag along the apartment with him. He threw you onto the bed and kicked his bag and shoes out of the way before dropping down on top of you. You pulled him in close roughly by the shoulders, this time kissing his collarbone. He pulled back and gestured for you to remove your shirt and you followed obligingly. He peppered your body with little bites and kisses causing you to just want him even more. You tugged at his jeans signaling that you wanted them off. Now. He pushed them off without leaving your neck, slightly fumbling as he went. You assisted him gladly. Seeing his bulge against his boxers encouraged you further as you moaned at the sight. Jughead smirked hard. “see something you like?” he teased as you flipped him taking control “only always my dear” you grinded against his bulge in sweet revenge causing him to groan below you. “Tease” he smiled. You removed your pants as jughead worked on your bra. Failing and feeling slightly embarrassed about it. “It's okay, next time” he raised an eyebrow at your comment before pulling you back to meet his lips. You reached over to the drawer for a condom pushing down on him again and giggling as he groans. “you sure you wanna do this y/n...I don't want it to seem as though I'm taking advantage of you…” “I don't think you could hurt me like that juggy….at least I hope you wouldn't? “ “never” “Good” you say as you open the condom with your teeth making him groan again before he takes it from you as yoy begin work back at his neck. You feel Jugheads hand slip into your underwear creating circular motions on your clit. You whined at his touch. You slipped off your underwear and slowly moved down on his member. He groaned. You stayed there for a moment before Jughead flipped you both so he was on top. He began to slowly move in and out afraid he may hurt you. “Jug, you can go faster, I live on the southside….I can take it rough” you tease. Jughead begins to move faster and soon your back is arched. You dig your nails into his shoulders as your hips begin to snap together. He supports himself with one hand by your head and plays with you with the other. The two of you become more and more breathless as you both moan and groan to the movement. “I'm close y/n” he groans “Come for me Juggy come for me” you say as you move, kissing his mouth again,biting his bottom lip gently before he hits high moaning your name. You following close behind half unable to moan his name, too busy remembering to breathe Jughead collapses next to you, both sweaty and breathless. You put your head on his chest and feel his breathing return back to normal. You got up and put on a long bed shirt as jughead went to retrieve his shirt and boxers before getting back into bed to cuddle you. Soon you both fell asleep, too stunned at what had just happened to talk. ******************************* Jughead POV I woke up next to y/n, legs tangled in mine. I could stay like this forever. As good as it made me feel to be so close to y/n, guilt started to spread through me quickly. I had wanted this so much but I had just broken up with Betty only a short while ago. Oh Veronica is going to bury her louboutin in my head if//when she finds out. Y/N began to stir next to me. “Morning” she said sweetly with a yawn. She's so cute “can't really say that it's 2pm” I laughed back. “Oh god” she says with a stretch and a whine. “I'm kinda cold can you hand me my hoodie from my bag”. I watched her as she left my arms and hung over the edge of the bed to my bag and dug around in it. As she pulled the hoodie out a picture came with it. Oh god she's going to see baby Jughead. Whyyyyyy She tossed me the hoodie and retrieved the baby photo of myself and my dad after I was born. She smiled so sweetly at it and I at her. “Who is this?” she glanced at me briefly. “That's my dad and me, I was only a day or two old, turn it over I think my mom wrote on it….i think she’dlike you” i returned as she turned the photo over to read my mom's cursive. Her smile began to fade fast and a sinking feeling grew in my stomach. “Forsythe Pendleton….” it was hardly above a whisper. “Umm yeah that's my dad but people just call him FP yanno? I'm still named after him though.” i smiled confused at her confusion. She turned to face me, all colour gone from her cheeks along with it, her smile. “Y/N/N?” “ i think you should leave now….” she said sitting up and turning from me. “Wait what why” “I said I think you should leave” she stood out of bed and walked out of the room. “Y/N? You're scaring me what's wrong?” i followed her out carrying my bag with me fearful she was being serious. She was. I pulled my pants back on along the way to the main living area. “you just need to leave now. Please” tears began to gather in her eyes. “Just...just tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it...please” i was practically begging at this point. “you can't fix this Jug” she sounded as though her heart was breaking as mine actually was. “Y/N…” “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” i could hardly believe she was screaming. I'd never heard her raise her voice like this, even when addressing Ryan who made her blood boil. “NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY!” Wait why am I shouting? I'm not mad I'm confused. Stupid Jughead you'll scare her. I watched as she walked quickly around the island and roughly shimmied open a drawer. It was at this point, not going to lie, i thought she was going to stab me. Instead, thank god, she produced a photo and handed it to me like my touch would burn her. In the photo was a man with his arms around a girl resembling a 10 year younger Y/N and a boy on his back that looked like a 13 year younger Ryan. I looked back at her and she couldn't meet my eye. “I don't understand y/n…. Please help me understand” “That's a photo of my brother, myself….and my dad” her voice was shaky but still harsh. “Umm okay yeah….that still doesn't really help” i joked trying to bring back that beautiful smile again. If anything it made her eyes angrier. “why did you react the way you did when you saw my dad's picture?” i asked genuinely. “It was the name not the face” “Okay….go on” “I didn't know who he was originally” “you knew I was FP’ son though…” “I just didn't realise it was...that it was that FP “ she looked back at the photo of him she still clutched in her hands. “y/n why is it so awful that my dad is the FP that he is” “your dad…. Forsythe Pendleton Jones...is the reason my dad is dead” barely above a whisper but still earth shattering. “Wait no what wait what” my words were fumbled as my world began to tumble. “YOUR DAD KILLED MY DAD! HE BROKE MY FAMILY” She was now sobbing. I moved to hold her but she shoved the photo back into my chest pushing me away. “Ryan tried to warn me...why didn't I believe my stupid brother” she put her hand to her head in anguish. “Wait Ryan is your brother….” i couldn't help but sound totally lost. Her eyes soften if only very slightly. “yes” she sounded defeated “now please Jughead….just leave” she said weakly and exhausted. “y/n I really really don't want to leave you like this please can you just explain” “What's there to explain ...deal gone wrong or something and your dad threw mine under the bus...might as well have shot him in the head himself” her voice shook at the last part. “So you're a serpent legacy too?” “No…..Eastside Eagle”. I must have looked even more confused and hurt than before as I stuttered out “That's...that's okay y/n….I'm not my dad...please...I've already lost my sister and mom because of him...I'm very don't want to lose you too…” “yeah well I've lost my dad, my mom and Ryan because of him.” “Did my dad kill your mom too?!” fear ran through my body, my dad has taken so much from her. “no...my mom used to drink and gamble with our money before Ryan and I were born. My dad stopped her, brought her back from the brink….after he…” she couldn't say it again. I moved towards her and pulled her into me as she reluctantly allowed me close. “anyway after...what happened mom went back to her old ways except this time she was worse and aggressive and...abusive. Ryan took most of it cause I was only little and he didn't let mom near me much but he closed off from me in every other way…..my dad's friends took guardianship over us when she took off taking everything in the night….everything but us” she began to sob into me again as I continued to hold her as close as possible to me. “Ryan took a turn. Turned against us. Turned against the Eagles and ran to the Serpents like a rat leaving a sinking ship...he did that before mom left so...so it was just me” “Y/N…” “No” she suddenly pushed me back away from her. “You need to leave right now. Seriously. I might not have immediately known who your dad was but my uncle's will” she sounded worried for me which was comforting in a way. As if the gods above were mocking us mere mortals, playing with our lives for their sport ((for my exams in school we're doing King Lear so I took inspo from it for that line. Please Shakespeare, don't sue me 😂)) a knock came to the door. Y/Ns eyes darted from me to the door, panic rising fast. “Y/N...its Rodge….listen Mrs.Christopolis next door told me Ryan came round….I'm just checking up on you, open the door Kit” “JUST A SECOND” She shouted hiding the panic in her voice but forgetting to tell her eyes to play along. Y/N POV “Jug, he will hurt you if he finds you here” i whispered as I pushed him back towards my room. I can't believe who his dad is. I can't believe I don't want to let Uncle Rodge at him. I should want to shouldn't I? I opened my small wardrobe door and pushed him in. “Please Y/N I need to talk to him, I need to fix it” that is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my entire life. If he thinks the serpents are bad he won't know what to think of an angry Eagle. “Definitely not!” i push against him again as he digs his feet down like a pur petulant child. “Kit, come on what's taking so long, are you hiding a body in there” he laughed but I could tell he was getting impatient “if you are Ill help you” he laughed again louder. “Jug. If you don't get into this closet right now I will never ever speak to you again. ... That's a promise.” my tone was low and firm and he obeyed it. Good. As i closed the door he stuck his hand to stop me and met my eye. “I'm sorry for what my dad did y/n. I really am. I don't want it to be the reason you hate me.” i could tell he was being sincere and I have him a weak smile before closing the door of the closet. ----------------------------- Teehee. Okay so a lil messy but let me know what you think.

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juggies-burgers · 8 years ago

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new beginnings- chapter one

This is a new story/series I’ve started that takes place where season one left off. Some things are different obviously, I basically wanted to write my own take on things. Hope you enjoy! (major spoiler warning if you haven't seen the finale)

It had been two months since Jughead had accepted that leather jacket, changing his fate forever. He had talked with Betty and decided it best for him to remain at Southside High and become a serpent. She of course hated that he'd be attending different schools, but knew he would enjoy going there and supported him all the way. They were both concerned how their relationship would last, being torn apart by the town, but deep in their hearts they knew their love could overcome anything. Nothing would keep them seperated.

Ever since Jughead moved to the south side of Riverdale, he often hung around the serpents and moved on from his previous life. He could no longer be a member of the Blue and Gold, sit in a booth a Pop's and work on his novel, or even go on a normal date with Betty. Things had changed. With his father still in jail, Jughead also had to step up and lead the serpents. The older, more experienced serpents guided him as his father’s position was handed down to him. Most didn't mind that the Jones boy was temporarily taking over as head, but others were irritated and doubtful that someone such a young age could lead them.

It was something that Jughead would never get used to. He would much rather fade into the back of the group than be the one giving orders. Right now, however, that wasn't an option. Whenever the gang had a job, he would usually be the head of the group, trying his best to be the leader they needed. He knew this wasn't at all what Betty wanted as a boyfriend, someone who stole and was a gang member, but he had no choice. It was who he was. He was a part of it and it would always taint how people would see him. The homeless, lowlife with a drunkard gang leader for a dad. He knew she deserved better and Jughead wished he could be that for her.

"Jones," Jughead blinked and turned toward the voice calling his name. Chic. "We're heading out, you coming?" He asked as he slung a backpack strap his shoulder.

"Yeah, give me a sec." The raven-haired boy replied, stuffing a few books in his bag before slamming his locker shut. Chic was one of the younger member of the gang, about 23 years old, and often hung round campus tutoring students who needed extra help. After Jughead had become better aquatinted with him, he learned the blond had no parents and lived with a foster family until they died in a car accident. Ever since, Chic had been a part of the serpents after FP found him roaming the streets on the south side late one night. Jughead and him got along well and became good friends when he started at Southside High. The raven haired boy was thankful of all the guidance the young man had provided for him while transitioning into the new environment.

Jughead walked outside to find Chic standing by some other serpents as they talked amongst themselves, discussing plans for a raid later in the week. As much as Jughead wanted to be involved and fit in with the gang, stealing was one of the things he was never very interested in. The guilt always haunted him in his dreams, the faces of the terrified people, the innocent individuals who were often violently robbed of their belongings. The only thing that comforted him was the fact that no one would ever lay a finger on Betty Cooper. He had made that very clear to every member of the Southside Serpents.

"Hey Jug, we’re heading over to Whyte Wyrm. Ya wanna join us?" Jess called, her bright red lips contrasting against her pale skin. She tried leaning an arm against Ricky's 6'5 figure and failed miserable because of her puny height of barely 5'0. The young man wrapped a strong arm around her slim waist which gained him a sly smile from Jess. Jughead didn't mind the bar, in fact it was actually quite enjoyable to watch everyone around him whether they were buying drinks or playing billiards. It was calming yet entertaining in a strange way.

"No, sorry guys. I already have plans." Jughead replied lazily over his shoulder and began to rummage though his backpack for his keys.

"Ohh, plans hm? I'm sure those plans would have nothing to do with Betty, right?" Someone hollered and a few whistles broke out among the group. Jughead couldn't help but smirk and turned around, glaring at his fellow gang members.

"Maybe." He shrugged, but he knew they were well aware of his feelings towards the blonde. He spun on his heal and made his way to his dad's truck.

Before long, he had pulled into the parking lot of Riverdale High as people were exiting classes and heading home for the day. Jughead selected a secluded parking spot away from anyone to avoid unwanted attention. Opening his phone, he checked his and Betty's conversation from earlier that day. Her practice started at 4 o'clock and she'd be done in about 10 minutes. Ok, he could wait that long, he thought. Leaning back in his seat, Jughead adjusted the volume of the barely working radio and closed his eyes. This place was so different than the south side. There was so many more expectations on how you needed to look or act. At Southside, no one cared if your jeans were torn or if your shirt was backwards. There, people were actually accepting and nice. Sure Riverdale High was alright. He had made some friends that he really did care for, but not many people there were genuinely accepting and kind to him. Through a half closed eye, Jughead noticed the time and sat up, shifting the vehicle out of park. Slowly, he pulled in front of the school where Betty would soon be exiting. 2 more minutes, he thought. Sure enough, the River Vixens began to trickle out of the school doors. Some of them shot glances at him and whispered to each other, but Jughead could care less. Of all the people in Riverdale, he wasn't going to waste his energy on them. Finally, he spotted the blonde swish of his girlfriend's ponytail as she walked alongside Veronica. He didn't especially care about the dark haired girl, but because of her and Betty's friendship he considered her a friend. Hopping out of the driver's seat, the boy walked around the front of the car to greet the two girls.

"I see your prince is here to escort you off to your royal castle." Veronica smiled, eyeing the two suspiciously. Betty chuckled at her remark and smiled brightly as her boyfriend swiftly tucked an arm around her side.

"Well that must not be me cause I am most definitely not a prince," he said, gesturing to himself, "and there's no royal castle unless this fair maiden here is hiding something from me." Jughead finished, lifting an eyebrow towards Betty. He received an eye roll as she shook her head and smiled at him, her blonde curls bouncing delicately as her ponytail jerked from side to side.

"No, there's no castle. Sorry V." Betty tilted her head and pulled her lips into a teasing pout. After taking one last look at the couple, Veronica hooked her thumb onto her cheer bag.

"I should be off, I have some online shopping to do and I'm sure you two want some alone time. I'll see you tomorrow Betty. Nice seeing you again, Jughead." She winked at them and mouthed 'call me' to Betty before taking a few steps backwards.

"Ok, see you tomorrow Veronica." The blonde shook her head again as Veronica waved a hand and walked away. Turning to Jughead, Betty dropped her bag and melted into his arms, tightening her grip around his neck as he pulled her waist close. "I miss you." She whispered, tears threatening her eyes. It had been a long while since they had been able to spend any quality time with each other and just being held in his strong arms put her at ease.

"I know. I've missed you more than anything, Betts." He breathed into her ear, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. She sniffled lightly and Jughead buried his face deeper into the crevice of her neck, catching the aroma of her sweet perfume. Feeling her heartbeat against his chest gave him a sense of home. He could stay like this forever, holding Betty between his arms and never letting go. He wanted to protect and shelter her from Riverdale, from everyone.

She slowly pulled away, just far enough so she was face to face with the boy. Jughead released his grip around her and used his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears escaping the blonde's eyes. Her lips quivered and her breath came out in shuddered puffs as she tried to regain composure. Jughead began to feel his eyes dampen and he continued rubbing Betty's face. "Hey, it's ok." He murmured as he wiped away one last tear before pulling her close again. She tightened her grip around him and finally broke into sobs. "I'm right here," The boy rubbed her back and rocked them softly side to side.

"It's ok."

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lavenderandsage · 5 years ago

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Behind the Scenes: A Southside Story Episode Seven

Sage’s deal with FP was simple and fair.

She must attend school every day and graduate. She was also required to help out the club with any outstanding tasks. Most of the time, it was simple runs and drops, but there was also sometimes the grunt work, sweeping, cleaning, stocking the Whyte Worm and so on. On rare occasions, there were special little projects. Like, for example, delivering the surprise in the box for the waitress at Pop’s. It always made her feel important when FP trusted her with tasks like that.

As long as Sage kept up her end of the bargain, FP gave Sage a place to live and allowed her to be in the Serpents. Those were the conditions. Before that, she had tried her best to make it work with no experience in the real world, no job, no money, no family, all while staying under the radar from social services. Eventually, she stumbled across the Serpents, who became home base and her family.

Unbeknownst to most, the Whyte Worm had nine rooms in various sizes upstairs above the bar. Some members crashed there temporarily between housing, some borrowed the space for a drunken one night stand after one too many bourbon shots. FP kept a room for himself, which he used as an office a place to meet with other members privately.

But FP had reserved the smallest room at the end of the hall for her to stay in. He furnished the room with a small twin bed with a lumpy mattress, an old desk, and a wicker dresser. There was one tiny window placed in the center of the wall, her bed to the left of it, the dresser to the right. She tacked a blanket up to keep the early morning light out. Other than that, it had been up to her to find an old microwave which she kept on top of her dresser for her daily dinners of ramen soup and green tea.

Simple but home.

Simplicity was her style.

Perhaps the biggest drawback was the lack of shower and the bathroom was down the hall. But as usual, she found a way to make it work, using the bathroom sink to freshen up daily, or in dire situations, braving the gym locker room at school for a real shower. Another negative was the constant noise and smelled of cheap tequila and cigarettes. But so came the price of living above a bar.

A perk of becoming a Serpent also allowed Sage to earn a little money. Aside from a roof over her head, she was able to earn extra from some of the jobs she did. Essentially it was pennies since she was on the bottom of the totem pole, but she was disciplined and she managed to save most of what she earned only spending what she absolutely needed to. She hoped by the time she graduated, she would have enough saved to rent or even own a trailer in Sunnyside and have a real place of her own someday.

Sage’s anxiety was spiraling out of control, her head reeling from accidentally hearing the two men outside her room the night prior. For the first time in months, she genuinely felt unsafe, an uneasiness stirring in the pit of her stomach. The threat of the outside world was an everyday occurrence, but threats within the family concerned her. They swore an oath and to go against that was mutiny. They weren’t just waiting for FP to fail, they were counting on it.

She knew she needed to find Toni immediately to help her unravel her concerns.

“We’ve got to talk!” Sage exclaimed, grabbing Toni’s arm, pulling her against the row of lockers out of the bustle of bodies slumping through the hallway.

Toni stared at her wordlessly, drinking in her wild eyes and tight jawline. “Wha—”

“I heard something last night, I definitely should not have heard,” she interrupted.

“What the hell happened?” Toni’s own eyes widened wearily.

“I was upstairs in my room and I heard two men talking outside in the hall about FP. Toni, they want him out.”

“Whoa, whoa, what? Out of what?” She kicked her foot up and back against the locker, hugging her books tight into her chest.

“The Serpents, Toni! They said about how he’s dropped the ball and put us all at risk. And something about FP torching the car that Jason Blossom took to get rid of the evidence.”

“Oh my god, what?! You need to slow down and explain everything. I need details.” Toni said, holding her hand up.

“Mornin’ ladies,” Sweet Pea sauntered over. He immediately picked up on their protective stance and hushed voices. “Uh, am I interrupting something?” He looked between them

“Always, Sweet Pea,” Toni teased, patting him on his broad chest.

Sage rubbed the back of her neck, nervously. “We’ll finish talking about this tonight. I’ll explain everything and we can try to piece it together. But, I think I was right.”

“Piece what together?” Sweet Pea asked. “Right about what?”

Sage looked at Toni wearily. Should they fill him in?

Toni gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment, making the decision for both of them. “We’ll tell you tonight, but we need to go somewhere private.”

“My place is out,” Sage stated plainly.

Sweet Pea thought for a moment. “Let’s go to my trailer.”

***

Toni and Sweet Pea sat side by side on a raggedy plaid couch in his living room, while Sage sat on the carpeted floor across from them, cross legged.

Sage had never been to his place before prior to this. It appeared smaller than she thought with two small bedrooms, one bathroom. The kitchen and living room were only separated by a counter that served as a breakfast nook. Sweet Pea rarely spoke of his folks, so Sage wasn’t sure if he lived with them or not. The bedroom doors were closed and gave nothing away. Although it wasn’t exactly clean, it wasn’t dirty either. It was just very lived in. A pile of dirty clothes in the middle of the living room and towels draped over a temporary and makeshift clothesline in the kitchen.

“Alright,” Sweet Pea said, rubbing his face before tucking his dog tags back under his shirt. “Start from the beginning.”

“First,” Sage began, “you need to promise me this stays here… in this dingy, dimly lit trailer.”

“Hey, don’t hate. And yes, I promise.”

Sage smiled as Toni positioned herself to get more comfortable on the couch, tucking her legs under her slim frame. “I told Toni this, but a few weeks ago, I went to FP’s trailer after a drop and I saw Jason Blossoms jacket hanging in his closet. I asked him about it but he shrugged it off and called it ‘insurance’. FP also met some woman at the drive-in. My theory is maybe she paid FP to have Blossom killed.”

“No, no,” Sweet Pea shook his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. She was the buyer for the Twilight Drive-In. Well-- her husband was. Word is, he’s in jail but he used her to secure the deal. He paid FP to have the Serpents trash the drive-in so he could buy the land for at a lower price.”

Toni and Sage looked at each other and then back at him. “How do you know that?” asked Toni.

“Joaquin told me. FP and Joaquin have been real tight since the summer.”

A light bulb went off. The takeout bag she retrieved from the waitress and given to Mustang, had been filled with stacks of bills.

“So… the reason why he had me drop off the snake for her was because she didn’t pay him enough. It was just a warning,” she said thoughtfully. “But it had nothing to do with Blossom like I thought. It was all orchestrated around the drive-in, which worked.”

Toni nodded. “Yes, okay, that makes sense. But something else happened. What had you pawing at me this morning?”

Sage twirled the pendant on her necklace, rolling it between her fingers. “Two guys were outside my room talking last night. The first thing that took me by surprise was about how FP took a job with Andrew’s Construction.”

“Why the hell would he do that?” questioned Sweet Pea, sitting up a little straighter, eyes narrowing. He too hadn’t heard this piece of information yet.

“I think he really wants to clean it up for Jughead. You know, try and make things right finally,” Sage trailed off.

“Yea, that’s bull,” retorted Sweet Pea. “He was so out of his mind drunk at the bar last night, Mustang had to drag him away from Hog Eye to get him home in one piece.”

“I don’t know, maybe he needed the money?” Sage suggested half-heartedly.

“We all need money.” scoffed Toni. She softened after a moment. “But maybe he really is trying to keep tabs on things on the Northside, especially the Cooper girl throwing out that Blossom worked for the Serpents. Or maybe he really is trying to get his family back. Both are viable hypotheses, really.”

Sweet Pea shrugged, tossing a side glance at her. “Okay, nerd.”

Toni leaned over and punched him in the arm.

“There’s more,” Sage continued before Sweet Pea retaliated. “They mentioned something about FP torching evidence. Jughead and some other girl found it and went to the police.”

“Snitch!” Sweet Pea exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the couch arm. Toni jumped.

“Sweet Pea…” Sage chided gently.

“What car?” Toni asked.

“If it had evidence, I’m sure it had to do with Blossom again.” Sweet Pea said, still frowning deep.

“Which still makes me think that maybe FP actually did kill Blossom.” Sage pointed out.

“So… what if he did?” contemplated Sweet Pea.

The group was quiet for a moment, pondering over what that meant to each of them.

“What about the two guys?” Toni wondered redirecting her attention to Sage.

“All I know is that they are counting on FP failing and I think they are planning on trying to throw FP under the bus out so they can take over the club.”

Silence came over them again.

“That’s a pretty bold accusation.” Toni swallowed.

“I’m telling you, they want FP to take the fall for something. They are waiting for an opportunity and they are actively plotting against him.

“Goes against our code.” Sweet Pea growled. “Who was it?”

“I couldn’t see one of them,” she admitted truthfully, “but I saw the other guy. It was Mustang.”

Toni exhaled a swoosh of air from her lungs. “Crap.”

“Watch your back, guys. I think shit’s gonna hit the fan soon.” Sage warned.

Sweet Pea rubbed his hands on his thighs anxiously. “Well… that didn’t answer anything. I just have more questions now.”

Sage smiled, tiredly. “Welcome to my life.”

They all were startled again when the door flew open, slamming into the wall. Joaquin stumbled in, looking around at the three of them. “Guys…” he said breathlessly. “You won’t believe what just happened.”

“What is it?” Toni stood up immediately, sensing his urgency.

“Jughead was just taken into custody by the police. He’s a suspect in the Blossom murder.”

Entire Work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19441756/chapters/47562346

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