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ilymusic27 · 1 year ago
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Dear Sweet pea
A/N this is not proof read and first time
Word count : 201
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Dear sweet pea,
I thought what we had was love but when i see you talking to her laughing, smiling. All I can think about is what we could have been or what we were a story together. I see she makes you happy 
I just wish we had a better ending to our story. Sometimes I get in my head when i watch the shows we binge watch on your couch in your trailer and think about how you would kiss me on my temple and cuddle into my side when it was a hard day at school.
Fangs and toni stopped coming by to see if i’m still okay which is understandable because it has been 3 months since the last time you kissed me, looked at me, hugged me, talked to me.
School just started up again as you know, but every time i see you in the halls it feels like there is a ghost so in love with a boy that doesn't even know she exists but the boy and his posse doesn't care or are willing to spare a glance.
I love you and you loved me and people change grow but I didn't
—--Love Y/N <33
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sm0k1ng-dr3xms · 5 days ago
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⚣~ Masterlist ~ ⚣
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⤥ Below The Cut ⤦
Index ;
✪ = Smut 18+
♡ = Fluff
☾ = Angst
⚘ = Fic
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◤ COD MEN ◢ ;
« Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - »
« Captain John Price - »
« Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick - »
« John ‘Soap’ MacTavish - »
« Poly!TF141 - »
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◤ Teen Wolf ◢ ;
« Stiles Stilinski - »
⌦ Stiles got a crush - ,, transmasc!reader ♡
« Scott McCall - »
« Isaac Lahey - »
« Liam Dunbar - »
« Derek Hale - »
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◤ AHS ◢ ;
« Tate Langdon - »
« Dandy Mott - »
« Jimmy Darling - »
« Ben Harmon - »
« Kyle Spencer - »
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◤ Riverdale ◢ ;
« Jughead Jones - »
« Archie Andrews - »
« Fangs Fogarty - »
« Sweet Pea - »
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◤ The Originals ◢ ;
« Niklaus ‘Klaus’ Mikaelson - »
« Elijah Mikaelson - »
« Marcel Gerard - »
« Kol Mikaelson - »
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◤ TVD ◢ ;
« Damon Salvatore - »
« Stefan Salvatore - »
« Enzo St. John - »
« Jeremy Gilbert - »
« Kai Parker - »
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◤ Shameless ◢ ;
« Ian Gallagher - »
« Mickey Milkovich - »
« Poly!Gallavich - »
« Lip Gallagher - »
« Carl Gallagher - »
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ao3feed--bughead · 3 months ago
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Our Solemn Vow
by MistyHills
Jughead and Betty are the King and Queen of a criminal empire and blissfully happily married… until Betty suddenly announces she wants a divorce without telling Jughead why.
Words: 12248, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen
Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, Toni Topaz, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Fangs Fogarty
Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz
Additional Tags: Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Leader Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Betty Cooper, Possessive Behavior, Marriage, Betty wants a divorce… or does she?, Violence, Mentioned Southside Serpents Gang, Protective Jughead Jones, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Divorce
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58580101
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velvrei · 2 years ago
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luci’s rules!
(who i write for, rules, etc.)
rules ! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
who i write for -> any of the characters listed below.
what i’ll write -> smut, fluff, and LITTLE ANGST!
what i will not write -> angst being the main plot, incest, r.ape, sexual as.sault, anything illegal, death, murder, or anything im uncomfortable with.
other notes -> i take requests, so feel free to request but do not rush me to get them done. :)
- my blog is for anybody, before i get a bunch of hate for that, minors have sexual feelings & even sex. (i don’t encourage sex, but it happens) and my blog is open to them because they have urges too. read at your own risk.
- i am very kink friendly, but i am allowed to decline requests. however i do not judge! so send in your kinkiest requests because why not, there’s no downside to it! :)
- and as a given, do not interact if you’re racist, biphobic, homophobic, transphobic, have no patience, sexist, disrespectful, rude, etc.
my account is supposed to be positive! this is a no judgment zone please be nice and respectful regardless. :)
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・
who i write for !
scream
- chad meeks martin
- charlie walker
- stu macher
- billy loomis
wednesday
- xavier thorpe
- ajax petropolus
the summer i turned pretty
- cam cameron
- jeremiah fisher
cobra kai
- robby keene
- hawk moskowitz
- demetri alexopolous
- miguel diaz
- terry silver (kk too)
stranger things
- jim hopper
- eddie munson
- billy hargrove
- robin buckley
harry potter
- ron weasley
- blaise zabini
- luna lovegood
- harry potter
marvel
- bruce banner
- tony stark
- thor
- namor
riverdale
- reggie mantle
- fp jones
- sweet pea
- fangs fogarty
other
- mike schmidt (fnaf)
- colt seavers (the fall guy)
- fezco (euphoria)
- darry curtis (the outsiders)
- barry (obx)
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ao3feed-jarchie · 2 years ago
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Our Paradise Awaits in the Garden
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2o5m3gK
by ethereal_cadences
The joys and pitfalls of growing up seen through the eyes of Archie Andrews, his friends and family.
Words: 747, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017), Archie Comics & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Toni Topaz, Tabitha Tate, Fangs Fogarty, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Ethel Muggs, Fred Andrews, Mary Andrews, Alice Cooper (Archie Comics), Hal Cooper, Hermione Lodge, Hiram Lodge, FP Jones II, Gladys Jones, Jellybean Jones, Penelope Blossom, Cliff Blossom, Polly Cooper, Jason Blossom, Original Characters
Relationships: Archie Andrews/Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews/Cheryl Blossom, Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews/Reggie Mantle, Archie Andrews/Kevin Keller, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper/Reggie Mantle, Betty Cooper/Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Cheryl Blossom/Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom/Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones/Tabitha Tate, Jughead Jones/Toni Topaz, Jughead Jones/Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller/Moose Mason, Kevin Keller/Reggie Mantle, Jason Blossom/Polly Cooper
Additional Tags: Angst, Coming of Age, Family Drama, Teen Romance, LGBTQ Themes, Domestic Violence, Substance Abuse, Tragedy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Child Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Friendship
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2o5m3gK
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vertigoseokjin · 5 years ago
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Be Okay (Final)
Be Okay(part 1) Part 2  Part 3
I think some words are overdue Could we just do it over? Can we just talk it out like friends because I need your shoulder? I know we ended on the wrong terms But I said we're past it
right here - keshi
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Here it (finally) is! I am soso sorry for the long wait, but i finally got my crap together haha. I know this is really bad but i haven’t been feeling motivated recently but i promise I tried my best. I really appreciate feedback so leave an ask or shoot me a message whenever!!
After a few more quiet weeks, Ariane finally worked up the courage to return to the Wyrm.
Seeing him wasn't as painful anymore. Yeah, seeing them basically on top of each other in the hallway still grossed her out in the worst way, but at least she had someone to vocalize her disgust to now.
Ariane links arms with Max, nervously entering her old safe space.
It's crazy how the place she used to retreat to during her worst days turned into a place full of anxiety and uncertainty.
"You okay?" Max quickly snaps her out of her thoughts.
"Ye-yeah." The loud music sends her mind into overdrive. "I'm... bathroom! Use... bathroom." She trips over her words in the most embarrassing way. Scrambling away from his safe hold, Ariane attempts to rush to the bathroom.
However, Max has a tendency to make things difficult for her.
Firmly grabbing onto her arm, he leads the two of them to an empty table.
"Stop acting stupid. I'll get us some drinks, alright? Don't run away when I'm gone." He can't help the eye roll he gives her while speaking, before leaving her alone with her anxiety.  Ariane sits quietly, pulling at the fabric on her shirt.
"Ari?" A voice calls out from behind her. The sudden acknowledgement causes her to practically jump out of her skin. She turns slowly to make eye contact with her old friends; Toni and Fangs. The brunette can force herself to speak, opting to just stare at them with wide eyes. "How've you been?" Toni asks awkwardly, taking a seat across from her.
"Fine." The word comes off more aggressive than she intended. "I'm here with someone."
"I hope you're not trying to get rid of us." Fangs tries to joke, awkwardly laughing.
"I am. You all did a great job in getting rid of me." An angry eye roll follows her sharp tone, forgetting all attempts at being kind to her old friends.
"We weren't trying to get rid of you." Toni responds, sadness washing over her face. "We just got caught up with Katherine and-"
"But you were right!" The shorter boy cuts her off. "She's a bitch! She's only using Sweet Pea and we miss you so much. Please forgive us."
"I get it now. You only want to talk to me now because you realized what type of person Katherine is."
"Yes!" Fangs cuts in again.
"Okay. No thanks." Ariane jumps down from her seat, trying to maneuver her way around them to find Max.
"She's cheating on Sweet Pea." It's Toni's turn to interrupt Ariane.
She shouldn't care about that. It shouldn't matter that she's cheating... but why does it feel like her heart is getting stomped on again?
"...what? How long have you known?" Ariane rasps, her back still turned to them.
"Yesterday. But Fangs saw her pull another guy into a room upstairs just now."
"You know the room. The one you found Jughead and Betty do-"
"What do you want me to do about?" The troubled girl snaps at the pair, whipping around to face them and ignoring the last part of Fangs statement, still trying to erase that vision from her head. "He's not my problem. I don't care if she's cheating on him. That's what he gets." The tremble in her voice reveals the falseness of words. "I'm not his babysitter, he can deal with it. Don't bother me again." Before the pair can stop them again, Ariane rushes to find Max. Tears fill her eyes involuntarily, her mind going a mile a minute.
"Sweetie? What's wrong? Should we leave?" Safe. That's all she feels when Max finally holds her once again.
"No! No it's okay! I just... Max... I-"
"Breath." He holds her close to his chest, allowing her to listen to his heartbeat to control her breathing. Once he feels as if she's calm enough, he releases her slowly, still keeping her close. "Now, what happened?" Ariane tightly shuts her eyes, trying to sort her thoughts.
"Katherine is cheating on Sweet Pea, like right now. I don't know if I need to do something about it." Ariane finally blurts out.
"You don't owe him anything, Ari." His words make her freeze in her spot. Ariane thought she was so sure about what she was about to do, but he makes her rethink her decision. "If you think this is the right thing, go for it. But you don't need to do anything for him." He leaves a gentle kiss on her cheek before attempting to drag her to a table, yet her feet stay anchored to the ground. "Ari?"
"I-I'll catch up." She mumbles, finally confident about her decision.
"Okay. Be safe." Max stares at her worriedly, but understanding its something she needs to do on her own.
Ariane rushes in the other direction, on a mission to find Sweet Pea. Considering his height, he was much easier to find than Ariane was anticipating.
Ariane almost stops breathing at the sight of him. There he is, towering over everyone with a drink in hand.
Before she can talk herself out of it, Ariane practically bolts in his direction, grabbing onto his arm to get his attention.
"Cogan? What the hell?" Sweet Pea jumps in shock, jerking his arm away from her.
"Sweet Pea, I know we're not friends right now and we haven't been in a while, but just trust me this once, follow me." Ariane keeps her tone as neutral as possible to prevent suspicion.
"Why?" Of course.
"Just come." She snaps. Sweet Pea scoffs at the annoyed expression on her face.
"Yeah, you're funny. Get lost, Cogan." Ariane ignores the sharp pain in her chest she feels at his cold words towards her.
"Dumbass, I'm not kidding. You need to trust me." After another eye roll, he slams his drink onto the table closest to him.
"Alright, fine. I'll entertain you for the night." The taller of the pair purposely bumps into her while walking past, causing her to stumble backwards.
"You're such a piece of shit." Ariane growls, storming in front of him.
"I can say the same for you, bitch." With each comment, Ariane becomes more and more reluctant to help him, but forces herself to push through.
Ariane slowly leads him up the stairs to the room Fangs described for her, a room she'll probably never be able to erase from her memory.
"Look in there," Ariane commands, looking like she couldn't care less about the situation. However, her heart almost pounds out of her chest. Sweet Pea gives her another weird look, before throwing the door open.
"Pea!" Katherine shrieks, shocked from getting caught, scrambling to cover her bare body with a sheet.
"K-Katherine?" Sweet Pea chokes out, a mixture of anger and pain.
"Baby, wait- I didn't know-" before she can finish, Sweet Pea angrily slams the door shut, turning to face the practically trembling girl behind him.
"How long did you know?" He almost snarls.
"I found out today." She stands her ground, despite being scared shitless internally. She's seen the wrath of Sweet Pea's anger and is well aware she does not want to be on the receiving end. "I found you as soon as I knew."
"How do I know you're not lying?" He takes another big step towards her, Ariane still not backing up.
"I don't care if you think I'm lying." She shoves him back slightly, the force doing very little against the giant towering over her. "I'm so sick of you!" Ariane finally bursts. "I've put up with your shit for my whole life and I never left you! You threw me away in less than a day." Hot, angry tears flow down her face, ruining the tough front she tries to create. "I'm trying to help you right now, and you're still giving me shit!" She can't stop herself from shoving him again. "Coming here was a mistake, you and Katherine deserve each other." With that, she finally storms away, praying Max was near.
"Hey!" Another arm grabs at her arm, spinning her around to meet eyes with Fangs. "How'd it g-"
"Fuck off, Fogarty." His mouth slightly widens in shock at the hostile response, backing away in a hurry.
Ariane almost jumps in happiness when she finally locates Max again. They make eye contact across the room, Max understanding from her expression that it was time for them to go.
The two walk home in a comfortable silence, neither wanting to talk at the moment.
When they finally reach Ariane's trailer, Max breaks the quietness.
"Hey, Cogan?" They turn to face each other. "I'm proud of you." Another violent blush spreads across her face, Ariane opting to punch him on the shoulder then thanking him.
"Good night, Max. Thank you for everything." She leaves a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him to walk himself home.
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The next morning, Ariane stumbles to her spot by Sweetwater Creek, needing a quiet place to think.
Unfortunately, her peaceful quiet is interrupted by that same irritating voice from last night.
"You still come here?" She hears his large frame approaching, stopping behind her sitting form.
"Every week." Ariane chooses to leave out the detail of how she comes here with Max.
"Wow... that's-"
"Why are you here, Sweet Pea?" She coldly asks, still refusing to look at him.
"Came here to clear my head, after everything yesterday." He mutters, taking the seat next to her. "I missed you."
"Don't give me that bullshit, Pea." Ariane scoffs, going to stand up.
"Cogan, come on." Pea mutters in regret.
"I've given you a hundred chances." She snaps back. "I'm not wasting my time with you anymore."
"Cogan..." he tries one last time, pulling her into him.
Although her first instinct is to shove him away or punch him in the jaw, she can't help but freeze at the sudden close proximity.
"We can try again." He mutters, leaning closer.
He leans in slowly, holding her tightly. This is what Ariane's been waiting for, for three years. She lets her eyes flutter shut, but the image of her best friend flashes in her head.
Sweet Pea threw her aside and replaced her in a matter of seconds for a relationship, Ariane couldn't do the same to Max.
She shoves him away before backing up rapidly.
"Shit, wait, Cogan, I'm sorry." He instantly apologizes, trying to reach for her. Ariane instinctively flinches from his touch.
"No, don't. I have to go."
"Baby, just listen-"
"Don't call me that, Sweet Pea! I have to leave, okay? I have shit to do." Before running away, Ariane pauses in her steps, turning slightly to face him. "I still want to be friends, Pea. Okay? Friends. I hope you still have my number, you can contact me anytime. Bye, Sweet Pea." The words rush out before she can even think about them.
Ariane runs away from the scene, only thinking about her new comfort. _______________________________________________________
The tears won't stop falling down her face, and she isn't sure why. However, Max is the most confused of the two of them. Ariane showed up at his house sobbing, then just collapsed on his couch. He never saw her like this, he doesn't even know how to act.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or can I just go to sleep now?" His bored persona is becoming harder to maintain at the sight of the sobbing girl on his sofa.
"He tried to kiss me, Max. I didn't... I pushed him away but... why?" She cries even harder at the recollection of what happened. Though her words are practically inaudible, he's able to get the message.
"What a piece of shit, I'm gonna kill him." Max practically growls, jumping up from his seat.
"No! Max! Just... stay? Please?" She opens her arms, trying to convince him to just stay with her.
"Fine. But next time I see him I'm breaking his stupid face." He mumbles, still enraged at the thought of him touching his Ariane.
He climbs onto the couch next to her, holding her tightly to his chest. Ariane almost starts crying just from the contact.
While he slowly drifts to sleep, Ariane can't help but observe his features.
He's just so... pretty. She thinks to herself, leaving a soft kiss to his jaw.
He's safe. Everything from his fluffy black hair, to his seemingly perfect proportions.
"Stop staring, creep." He sleepily scolds, eyes not even open.
A small laugh leaves Ariane's lips, leaving another gentle kiss to his neck this time.
Laying in his arms right now, Ariane comes to a realization she should've found a long time ago.
Ariane didn't even need him or any of her 'old' friends anymore, but thanks to Max,
She was finally beginning to feel okay again.
TAG LIST: @serpentgirll @steviemae @girl-who-rose-from-the-ground @chipster-21 @mandyk202 @southside-ophiuchus @lokipea​ @soby0​
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ghxst-heart · 2 years ago
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ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ
ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon!
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold.  When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the father's feelings about it)
ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea, Written from Sweet Pea's POV
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7.3k
��ᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ
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‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea was seeing red.  His body was fuming with anger, his hands shaking as he raced through Riverdale.  Everywhere his dark eyes looked, people were rioting.  Cars were on fire, people were smashing windows, and fights were breaking out.  He had never seen anything like it, but he could understand why it was happening.  He had a burning rage within him.  His chest ignited with a wrath that he had never felt before.  He wanted to destroy everything within his path and cause those Northsiders the same pain he was feeling.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They ripped his child away from him, and he would make them pay.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He decided to start with Riverdale High, where his troubles began.  It was there that Midge was murdered, it was there that Fangs was arrested, and it was those people that hurt (Y/N) and took his child away.  When he arrived, the front door was busted, and he could hear his fellow Serpents’ wild whoops and hollers as they destroyed the school.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents!” Sweet Pea shouted as he crossed the threshold of the school.  His eyes glowed with vengeance as his voice resounded through the entrance hall, earning the attention of the Serpents on the school's first floor.  A few bounded down the stairs, curious to hear what their unofficial leader had to say.  Sweet Pea watched them crowd around him, their chests heaving with adrenaline and their mouths pulled into sick grins.  His eyes slowly took them in, sneering as he spoke. "(Y/N) is in the hospital.  Those Northside assholes hurt her tonight, and she lost the baby.  My child is gone, Fangs could die, and the Northside is to blame!  What are we gonna do about it?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he told the Serpents the news, they started to bounce with anticipation and their fists clenched with irritability.  One of them turned and kicked a trash can, sending it barrelling down the hallway as trash flew out of it.  A menacing grin stretched across Sweet Pea’s lips as he raised a fist, his hand forming the sign of the Serpents. "I said, what are we gonna do about it?!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s bring ’em hell!” A Serpent shouted, earning cries of agreement from the surrounding crowd.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hell, yeah!” Sweet Pea affirmed, watching as the Serpents around him raised their sign, eyes alight with a new type of fire. "Let’s burn Riverdale to the ground!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The Serpents rallied with one another, shoving each other with a newfound intensity to their motives of destroying the town.  Sweet Pea took off in a path of violence, pulling his switchblade from his pocket to slash through posters and throwing his fists through the glass in the classroom doors.  He was on a rampage, blood boiling as he destroyed anything within reach.  Punching lockers, kicking glass displays, dragging his switchblade through the walls.  He was a hurricane of destruction, and he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Maniacal laughter fell from Sweet Pea’s lips, his eyes wild with a twisted type of glee as he ransacked the school.  His body was still shaking with anger, but the act of wrecking one of the places that the Northsiders held so dearly was like a breath of fresh air.  A misguided sense of clarity settled into his mind, telling him that this was helping him deal with the grief of losing his son.  This had to help him.  He didn’t know how else to handle it.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The only sounds heard throughout the school were the Serpents shouting as they defaced anything in their paths.  It was a beautiful sound to Sweet Pea.  It was the sound of justice, rebellion, and revenge.  This was what the Northside deserved.  They deserved to watch their home burn, to watch it topple to the ground at the hands of those they spit and stepped on since the town’s founding.  It was time for the Serpents to take back Riverdale, and Sweet Pea would be the leader of it all.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea stabbed his switchblade into the wall, dragging it down with him as he descended the stairs, ready to rain hellfire down onto the next precious building that the Northside loved.  The blade slashed through a poster of the original Riverdale High building, his lips curling into a grin as a furious yell escaped them.  He threw a desk over, his determined steps never ceasing, even when Archie Andrews asked him to.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents, stop!” Archie shouted at the other end of the hall where Sweet Pea stood.  Sweet Pea sneered, his eyes bright with a beastly type of glee as he strode down the hallway, eager to take his anger out on the redheaded Northsider.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He darkly chuckled, turning to address his fellow Serpents as he continued down the hallway, walking backward with his arms spread wide. "Well, fellas, looks like we found some Bulldogs to put down.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sneered as he faced the group of Northsiders again, eyes narrowed into a glare as the Andrews boy tried to defend his side of town. "Sweet Pea, I swear, Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs.  It was Mrs. Klump.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Bull!” Sweet Pea spit, “I saw Mantle with the gun!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Then you also saw me tackle him before he got a shot off!” Archie countered, his voice raising defensively. "It was Midge’s mom.  She’s down at the station.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah?” Sweet Pea’s brow twitched, taking the redhead’s resistance as a challenge. "And Fangs is still clinging to life.  Did you know that (Y/N)'s at the hospital right now?  You mangy mutts hurt her, and now you better pray to whoever the hell you think protects you because you people killed my kid.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea snarled, his lip curling with a horrible disdain directed toward the Bulldogs in front of him.  The Northsiders were too stunned to speak, and Sweet Pea reveled in it.  He glared at all of them, his jaw locked as he scornfully said, “And whether it was Reggie or Mrs. Klump who pulled the trigger or took my girl out, a Northsider put them there!  You took our friend, our land, my son . . . And you’ll take everything if we give you the chance.  So now you get to watch as we burn your school to the ground.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he spoke, Sweet Pea grabbed a trashcan and emptied it before hurling it into the trophy stand they stood beside, yelling in anguish before turning his fiery eyes to the Northside teens in front of him.  They watched with wide eyes as they prepared to fight, bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tightened their grips on the baseball bats in their hands.  Sweet Pea smirked, pulling his switchblade from his back pocket.  He held it by his side, his fist so tight around it that his knuckles were turning white before he flicked it open, letting the blade shine threateningly under the moonlight filtering through the windows.  His eyes never left Archie’s, his gaze sharp enough to cut him as his jaw clenched.  He was prepared to rumble like never before.  He was going to take the Northside down, Bulldog by Bulldog.  He would go through all of them with a smile to avenge his son.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But, he never got the chance to start.  The front doors flew open to slam against the walls, earning the attention of the Serpents and the Bulldogs.  Principal Weatherbee slowly entered, holding his own baseball bat over his shoulder as he looked over the teens before him.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell do you boys think you’re doing to my school?” Principal Weatherbee shouted, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the teens.  Sweet Pea shifted, his fingers dancing over the cool metal of his switchblade as he stared down at the old man.  He didn’t care about getting in trouble, especially not with Weatherbee of all people.  He hated Riverdale High even before this; he’d gladly be expelled for destroying the property.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎What he wouldn’t do, however, was be thrown into a holding cell while (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with losing their child, and he knew that was a possibility when Sheriff Minetta appeared beside Principal Weatherbee.  His heart hammered in his chest, and he made the split-second decision to run.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scatter!” Sweet Pea shouted, turning and bolting down the hallway that he came from.  He could hear several pairs of feet pounding on the linoleum flooring, but all he cared about was getting out of there.  He never looked back.  He just kept running.  Even after he escaped the school, he ran.  He didn’t know where he was going or if he’d circle back to get his bike, but he somehow wound up in front of the hospital again.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like the sheriff’s station, the hospital had a growing crowd of people surrounding the building, but his large, intimidating frame allowed him to push his way to the front doors with ease.  He immediately spotted (Y/N) and Toni at the reception desk.  (Y/N) was signing papers, her hand shaking as she repeated her signature across so many lines that she lost count.  Sweet Pea knew she was stressing over how she would pay for everything; that was a conversation they’d had several times.  It wasn’t as if her parents had good insurance; no one on the Southside did.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was as if all his anger disappeared the longer he stared at (Y/N).  Just a few paces away, her hand running tiredly through her hair as she leaned on the counter, Toni rubbing soothing circles into her back as she checked herself out of the hospital.  He found that happening a lot; he wasn’t angry anymore when he was near her.  She brought him back from the ledge, back from his destructive habits.  She was his safe space.  And he left her alone in her time of need.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea took a shuddering breath, shuffling a few steps closer to her.  His hand shook as he gently placed it on her shoulder, his heart breaking when she flinched under his touch.  (Y/N) whipped around with a gasp, hands clenched by her sides before she realized who it was.  Sweet Pea carefully watched her.  He noticed how her arms twitched as if she wanted to hug him, but she stopped herself, and he noticed how she started to nervously chew on the inside of her cheek.  Her lip quivered, her chin wobbling slightly as she fought back tears.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sorry,” Sweet Pea whispered, reaching for (Y/N)'s hand.  His eyes stung with unshed tears, and he knew he was on the verge of losing it, especially if she turned him away.  He let out a long breath of relief when she let him take her hand in his, and he immediately pulled her into him.  His fingers wove into her hair, holding her head to his chest as his other arm secured around her waist, his hand bunching the leather of her Serpent jacket.  (Y/N) immediately started crying, staining his shirt with tears as her body shook horribly.  Sweet Pea bowed his head, his face burrowing into her hair as he also began tearing up. "God, I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) shake her head, the movement limited by his tight hold on her.  Her hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer to her.  Sweet Pea sighed, raising his head so he could rest his chin on the top of her head.  His eyes found Toni’s, and he mouthed a silent ‘thank you' as his arms tightened around (Y/N)’s body.  Toni simply nodded, her face pulled into a tight, sad smile as her arms crossed over her chest uncomfortably.  Sweet Pea knew she didn’t do well with emotions, and he couldn’t imagine how out of her element she felt.  Sweet Pea wasn't good at handling emotions either, but having (Y/N) in his arms made it easier.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I shouldn’t have left.” Sweet Pea said, his fingers gently scratching (Y/N)'s scalp before he pulled away from her, his fingers cupping her face so she could meet his eyes.  The remnants of mascara streaming down her face and her bloodshot eyes made him sadly shake his head, his thumbs running over the dark streaks and clearing her skin of the mess. "I shouldn’t have left you.  I just . . . I just needed to break something.  Or, honestly, a lot of things.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hiccupped, her hands tracing invisible patterns over his torso as she shook her head.  Her voice was quiet, sounding scratchy with exhaustion. "I know, I know.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she sighed.  Sweet Pea leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, humming as he felt her relax into his body.  He wrapped her in his arms again; he didn’t want to let her go.  He’d gotten a lot of his anger out of his system, which didn’t mean he wasn’t any less furious, but he could ease his mind off of it the longer (Y/N) held onto him.  He wanted to rip the Northside to shreds, but he could breathe and forget about it right now.  He had his girl in his arms.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it, wanting to keep even just a sliver of the somber peace they found themselves in.  Instead, he simply held (Y/N) tighter, knowing that he was probably the only thing keeping her together right now.  He shut his eyes, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head as he held her to his chest.  He felt her arms tighten around him, her arms looping up so her hands could grasp the backs of his shoulders.  She had stopped crying, but her body still trembled with silent tears.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I love you, Sweets.” (Y/N) finally said.  Sweet Pea almost didn’t hear her; she was so quiet. "So much.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed, nodding as he pulled back once more to softly place his hands on the sides of her neck.  Her eyes were glossy, but there weren’t any tears lining the waterlines.  Yet, he knew that she wasn’t done crying.  Their grieving process was going to be a long, long road.  He rested his forehead on hers, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "I love you, too, baby.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) craned her neck up, letting her lips hover over his as she whispered, “We’ll get through this as long as you’re with me.  I can’t do this alone, Sweet Pea.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You won’t be.” Sweet Pea was quick to assure her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I promise, (Y/N).  I’ll always be by your side, always.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nodded, her eyes closing as she eliminated the distance between them.  She sighed as she kissed Sweet Pea, her hands moving to his chest to grab the lapels of his Serpent jacket.  Sweet Pea returned the kiss with fervor, pulling her impossibly close as he poured everything he felt that night into her.  Love, betrayal, fear, anger.  Sweet Pea let a small groan fall from his lips when he pulled away from her, his chest heaving as he let out a long breath.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His thumb brushed across the high point of her cheek, tickling her lower lashes as he met her eyes again.  He could see everything she felt swimming in her irises.  Exhaustion, love, grief, everything that he was feeling.  His chest tightened, and he shook his head again, his heart heavy with the realization that he had hurt her by leaving.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“God, I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea said, his voice breaking as he felt a new wave of emotions wash over him.  (Y/N) shushed him, her hand pushing his hair away from his forehead so she could see his eyes better.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shook her head, and Sweet Pea watched as her eyes danced between his before she spoke. "You’re here now, Sweets.  That’s all that matters.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed and nodded, his hands running up and down her arms as he tried to push away what he was feeling.  There were too many people around, and there was too much going on for him to lose his cool.  Toni slowly stepped up to the couple, her hands playing with her phone as she glanced between Sweet Pea and (Y/N).
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know things are really tense right now, but Jughead needs us at the Wyrm,” Toni informed them, clearing her throat as she broke the bubble Sweet Pea and (Y/N) had created.  Sweet Pea huffed, nodding as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and wove his fingers into the spaces between hers.  Then, the trio set off, piling back into Lucinda’s car so they could head to the Whyte Wyrm.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead met them out front, waiting with the rest of the Serpents that he could round up before leading them inside.  Sweet Pea kept (Y/N) close by, only letting go of her hand as they got out of the car, and the couple settled near the pool table, their safe space in the bar.  If (Y/N) wasn’t around, Sweet Pea always found solace at the pool table, focusing intently on the game to keep his mind off whatever was troubling him.  Toni headed to the bar, snatching up three shot glasses and filling them with the first liquor she could grab before joining Sweet Pea and (Y/N).  (Y/N) declined, partly still from the habit of looking out for her baby and partly from knowing that the painkillers the doctor had given her and alcohol wouldn’t mix well.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea gratefully took the shot, throwing it back in a large gulp and letting out a sharp breath as he set the glass on the table behind him.  He slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, keeping her close as they waited for Jughead to say something.  (Y/N) settled further into Sweet Pea’s body, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.  Sweet Pea’s fingers found hers around her waist, and he gripped them tightly, essentially locking her against his body as her head rested on his chest.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead paced the center of the room, chewing on his fingernails as he thought.  Sweet Pea carefully watched him, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his nerves started to get the better of him.  Jughead was nervous, and it was putting Sweet Pea on edge.  He didn’t like how Jughead was acting.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You got something to say, Jones?” Sweet Pea asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the smaller boy.  Jughead glanced his way, his shoulders tense.  Sweet Pea sighed, trying to act nonchalant as he rolled his eyes. "Spit it out, man.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead sighed, a hand running down his face in exhaustion.  His fingers gripped his jaw, his eyes downcast as he prepared to speak.  Sweet Pea’s shoulders straightened, knowing this would be a colossal information bomb.  His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, and his body shifted slightly as Jughead began to speak.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies have been released,” Jughead announced, pausing to let the information sink in.  Whispers erupted around the bar, each Serpent now suddenly on edge.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)'s spine straighten against his chest, letting a small amount of space take residence between their bodies.  Sweet Pea scowled, and his heart hammered in his chest, but he fought with himself to remain centered.  He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him, not anymore tonight.  Jughead held a hand up, silencing the murmuring around him. "They’re attacking Pop’s as we speak.  Now, I’ve called my dad, and -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, letting go of (Y/N)'s hand and taking a step away from her.  He felt (Y/N) reach out for him, he heard her quietly ask him to stop talking, but his protective streak pushed away his want to listen to her.  So instead, he took a menacing step closer to Jughead, “No, we’ve gotta do something.  We can’t let them just storm back into town like they own the place, okay?  We can’t allow that.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We’re not doing anything, Sweet Pea.” Jughead sternly said, pointing a finger in his direction as he raised a brow at him. "We’re going to lay low, okay?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea scoffed, rolling his eyes as he squared his shoulders, preparing to go head-to-head with Jughead over the matter. "You’re really just gonna make us sit here and do nothing?  No, not me.  I can’t just sit here -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead rushed Sweet Pea, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and forcing him into the column behind him.  Sweet Pea grimaced as his back made contact with the post, but he kept the pain off his face.  Instead, he glared at Jughead, shaking his head as the Jones boy tried to intimidate him.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You don’t have a choice, Sweet Pea.  You’re staying put.” Jughead shoved against him again, and this time, Sweet Pea retaliated and pushed Jughead off him.  Sweet Pea’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as he gathered himself.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You said it yourself.  The Ghoulies are back!” Sweet Pea shouted, standing to his full height and stepping toward Jughead.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead shook his head, turning away from Sweet Pea. "We will deal with them.  As soon as my dad gets back -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, so you’re not our leader, all of a sudden?” Sweet Pea countered, eyes narrowed as he pointed at Jughead.  He watched Jughead’s face fall at his words, which only emboldened him. "Oh, no, that’s right.  You’re just the guy that got Fangs shot!  You’re just the guy that got my son killed!”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Watch it,” Jughead warned, but Sweet Pea barrelled over his words.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And now, Fangs might die!  And the Ghoulies are out for our blood because of the drag race you started.” Sweet Pea menacingly said, his finger on Jughead’s chest before he shoved him back.  Jughead had planted his feet so he couldn’t stumble backward, but the action did throw his shoulders back.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead fell silent, and in the quiet, Sweet Pea glanced toward (Y/N).  Her eyes were focused on the floor, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep her reaction to Sweet Pea’s harsh words inside.  Sweet Pea’s shoulders dropped, his angry stance disappearing instantly when he realized how crass he’d been with his words.  Jughead sighed, bringing Sweet Pea’s attention back to him.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“An hour.  That’s all I’m asking for, Sweet Pea.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt his walls building back up, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned away from Jughead.  He needed space; he needed time away from everyone.  He marched toward the back door, fist pounding on the post Jughead had pinned him to as he passed it.  He heard the shocked whispers and exclamations at his revelation, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.  The Ghoulies coming back was just the icing on the cake, another thing he had to worry about.  Another thing he had to protect (Y/N) from.  He slammed the door shut behind him, taking a deep breath of the crisp April air.  His back collapsed against the brick wall before his shoulders slumped forward as he braced his hands on his knees.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea closed his eyes and shook his head, mentally cursing himself for being so cruel in how he spoke about (Y/N)'s miscarriage.  He knew he hurt her.  He knew his unexpected words ripped open the incredibly fresh wound of losing their unborn child.  God, why did he have to do that?  Why was he always saying the wrong thing?
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The door opened and softly shut beside him, a stark contrast to his entrance into the alley.  He knew immediately who it was, even if she hadn’t spoken yet.  Even as a Serpent, (Y/N) was always so much more gentle than anyone he knew.  She was too good to be a Serpent, but it was her right to be one.  The Serpents raised her; she wouldn’t be where she was today if it weren’t for them.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now, Sweets, but I think you should apologize to Jug.” (Y/N) softly said.  Sweet Pea sighed, and his head hung lower, shame rolling through his body.  Just another emotion he had to pack away for the night.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea steeled himself, letting his shoulders straighten, so his entire back rested on the brick behind him.  He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his eyes wander toward the sky.  He could see Orion's Belt, one of the only constellations he knew.  Of course, he wouldn’t know any of them if it weren’t for his first date with (Y/N).  She had convinced him to go stargazing, laying out an old, tattered blanket on the edge of Sweetwater River with their Serpent jackets as pillows as she pointed out all the different constellations.  Sweet Pea’s head lolled on his shoulder, eyes immediately finding (Y/N)'s.  She was leaning against the brick with one shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she peered up at him through wet lashes.  She had been crying, and Sweet Pea started spiraling into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea dryly chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to her, mimicking her stance. "I should apologize to you first.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, nodding as she bit her lips.  She reached out and took Sweet Pea’s hand, her hand so small compared to his. "While I would appreciate an apology, Jug is our honorary leader.  He’s under a lot of stress right now.  We all are, and you lashing out at him isn’t helping.  He comes first right now.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea immediately said, shaking his head as he stood up off the wall.  He stepped closer to (Y/N), his free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he urged her to meet his eyes. "You’ll always come first for me, (Y/N).  Baby, I hurt you, and I am so fucking sorry.  God, I’m sorry.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stared up at him, her eyes still rimmed with redness from the emotions of the night’s events.  The corners of her eyes were starting to become irritated, a sign that she had been wiping her tears far too often.  Sweet Pea’s face softened, and his eyes dropped to her neck, where a single chain hung.  One of his rings was looped around it, a sign that she was forever his.  He wanted her to wear it on her finger, but the drastic difference in the sizes of their hands wouldn’t easily allow that, so they opted for her to wear it around her neck.  Regardless, however she wore it, it was still a symbol that she was it for him.  He just hoped that he was it for her, that he was the one she would spend her life with.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you are.” (Y/N) said, her fingers squeezing his as she sighed. "And, yeah, I’m pissed as hell at you, but you coming back to me is more important.  I hope you know that.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea nodded, his mouth drawn into a tight line as he struggled to grasp how mature (Y/N) was acting about everything.  God, if he were her, he’d be giving her the silent treatment into the next century.  He knew that anything he said next would be matched with a wise statement, conveying how much she loved him with such pretty words.  Sweet Pea reached out and pulled her closer to him by her waist, the cool leather of her jacket feeling like ice against his hot skin before he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.  (Y/N) sighed against his mouth, the hand not holding his wrapping around his head to weave into his hair.  She hummed, her eyes shut as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his.  A small smile danced on her lips, the first one that Sweet Pea had seen all night, and he felt his lips twitch to return it.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hmm, now that that’s settled, let’s go apologize to Jug, yeah?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes peering up at him with nothing but love.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea playfully groaned, throwing his head back in faux anguish. "You’re really gonna make me apologize to Jones?  C’mon, baby, stop bein’ mean to me.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, biting her lip as she watched the playful boy she knew return.  Everything had been so emotional, so serious, and Sweet Pea was grateful for this small break from it all.  (Y/N) always knew how to make him feel better, even if his mood was to come back two minutes later.  The couple reentered the Wyrm, (Y/N) intent on having Sweet Pea apologize to Jughead, but he was nowhere to be found.  A part of Sweet Pea was relieved; he wasn’t sure he had it in him to apologize for wanting to defend and avenge his lost son.
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‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead got the hour he wanted from Sweet Pea because it was near that long before he returned to the Whyte Wyrm, this time with Toni and Cheryl Blossom in tow.  Sweet Pea hadn’t even noticed that Toni had left the Wyrm.  (Y/N) had settled onto the pool table, sitting on the edge as Sweet Pea circled it with his pool cue in hand, but his movements ceased when Jughead threw open the doors with a newfound determination in his steps.  Sweet Pea warily glanced toward (Y/N), rounding the table to stand beside her as his hand found its home on her thigh.  (Y/N) immediately placed her hand over his, and Sweet Pea knew that Jughead’s anxious entrance had her throwing up her defenses.  Something terrible had happened.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead found his way to the middle of the bar, again taking center stage as he prepared to drop even more news on the Serpents waiting for his command.  Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched slightly as Jughead paced, and it never relaxed as Jughead spoke.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies aren’t the only ones on the loose tonight,” Jughead announced, beginning his speech.  Out of the corner of his eye, Sweet Pea saw (Y/N) turn her face toward him, her brows furrowed in questioning and a silent plea for him to keep his anger in check.  His eyes flickered down to meet hers, and he gave her a slight nod before returning his attention to the Jones boy.  Jughead had paused, looking at the Serpents around him. "Penny Peabody has made a return to Riverdale, and she captured Toni.  I was only able to get her back on one condition: We rumble with the Ghoulies at dawn, or we ship out, and they get Sunnyside.  She wants the Southside.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead could hardly finish his sentence before an uproar started throughout the small crowd of Serpents.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)’s hand tighten over his, and he could see her body stiffen with fear.  He had to admit that Jughead’s words sent a wave of panic down his spine, but he covered it with a hardened stare directed at the Jones boy.  Sweet Pea’s eyes swept over the Serpents surrounding him, and he knew he had to speak up.  They were tired of folding at other people's hands; they had to fight.  They had to protect what was theirs.  They’d already lost so much, they couldn’t just hand Penny Peabody the Southside like wounded puppies.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea opened his mouth to speak, but Jughead decided to voice his opinion on Penny’s ultimatum before anyone could get a word out. "Now, we don’t need anyone else getting hurt, not after tonight.  I don’t see another way to avoid that, so I vote that we try to stall her until we can -- “
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, just as he had done earlier.  He knew the power of his voice, how much that one word could instill fear in others, and he watched as Jughead’s eyes flew to him in questioning.  Sweet Pea gave (Y/N)’s leg one last squeeze before he stepped away from her and into the small circle Jughead stood in. "It’s time we end the Ghoulie scourge and that traitor, Penny Peabody, permanently.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead had backed up, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Sweet Pea attempt to rally the troops.  His eyes narrowed at the tall Serpent, “Sweet Pea, two hours ago, your fight was with Reggie Mantle.  Now you want us to go to war over territory that we don’t even control anymore?  This is Hiram Lodge’s problem, not ours.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, you’re just gonna hand over Sunnyside Trailer Park, our home, to Penny and the Ghoulies?” Toni spoke up, standing from her seat beside Cheryl to join Sweet Pea’s opposition against their honorary leader.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Toni, I don’t want us to die.  A rumble with the Ghoulies right now?  It’s a suicide run.” Jughead said, taking long strides to stand before her.  Sweet Pea’s fists clenched by his sides, his hand itching to reach for his switchblade, but he knew he couldn’t threaten Jughead.  Serpent Law wouldn’t allow it.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s better than a coward’s death.” Sweet Pea lowly said, opting to fight with his words over his switchblade. "Don’t we have to defend ourselves?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Calm yourself -- “ Jughead began, invading Sweet Pea’s space with a finger pointed in his face.  Sweet Pea snarled, eager to use his fists in place of his words if it came to it, but the Serpent King seemingly materialized out of the shadows, ending the skirmish between Sweet Pea and Jughead.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s enough!” FP Jones��� voice sounded, his tone loud and resounding in the small space of the Whyte Wyrm.  Sweet Pea’s head flew over his shoulder, piercing eyes finding FP as he entered the circle in which Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Toni were facing off.  His face was solemn as he looked at the Serpents around him, and Sweet Pea felt his heart drop.  FP was the Serpent King for so many reasons, one being that he could hide his emotions as if it were second nature.  But, Sweet Pea could see it in his eyes as he took slow, calculated steps into the middle of the Serpents.  Something was wrong.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP sighed, his eyes meeting Jughead’s as he spoke. "I just got a call from the Sheriff’s office.  Fangs, uh . . . “ FP trailed off, sharply inhaling as he shook his head. "He didn’t make it.  He’s gone.”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s shoulders slumped, and his gaze immediately fell on (Y/N).  She looked pale as a ghost, and he knew she was blaming herself.  If her jumbled words earlier that night weren’t proof enough of that, her glassy eyes and shaky hand covering her mouth as her head shook were a dead giveaway.  Sweet Pea thickly swallowed, immediately disregarding all ill feelings toward Jughead as he crossed the small space and joined (Y/N), holding her tightly against his side as Jughead asked his father for confirmation that Fangs really was dead.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP nodded, stepping closer to his son with a new fire in his eyes. "And we will mourn him, hell yeah, we will.  But first, we will honor him.” Sweet Pea let his eyes meet Jughead’s, a silent agreement to put their differing views behind them to follow FP’s command.  (Y/N) let quiet sobs rack through her body, her face buried in Sweet Pea’s chest as FP continued to speak. "From what I just heard, it sounds like we need to put it to a vote.  All those against going to war with the Ghoulies?”
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A deafening silence settled over the Serpents, each filled with such fury toward Fangs’ and Sweet Pea’s son’s deaths that they wouldn’t even dare think of anything other than vengeance.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) grip the fabric of his shirt in her fists, but she found it within herself to face the Serpents.  He watched as her face darkened, her teeth grinding as her eyes narrowed.  He could practically see as her grief morphed into something much more sinister and twisted than he felt as he trashed the school.  Sweet Pea had never seen such a furious expression on someone’s face, but he felt inspired by it.  He wanted to match it, to feel what she felt as they burned Riverdale to the ground.
‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And all those for giving them hell on the battlefield tomorrow?” FP offered the other solution, his arm raising as his hand formed the sign of the Serpents.  One by one, every Serpent in the room mirrored his stance.  (Y/N)’s hand was the first one up, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into her palms.  She was going to do some incredible damage tomorrow, and something in Sweet Pea churned with fear, but the instinct that kept him alive, that core feeling always lingering beneath the surface, told him that he was going to do the same.  They lost their son in one of the most brutal ways possible, and they would do anything to avenge him.
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babeydollx · 3 years ago
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❥ Riverdale Masterlist
© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work
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| $ - Smut | * - Fluff | # - Angst | ! - Dark Content |
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↳ Betty Cooper
↳ Veronica Lodge
↳ Jughead Jones
↳ Toni Topaz
(more coming soon)
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wolviecore · 3 years ago
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You know what detail I think Riverdale should capitalize on regarding Archie in season five? His PTSD. His war experiences, how he deals with the aftermath, or how he doesn't.
As a plot line, I would have loved it if he shared a similar narrative to Jug. Coming for that Pops date, except he comes change. Irascible. Stiff walking, alert.
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Just- he was a bit too put together. A bit too fine. Struggle is a pallete of things, a spectrum, manifesting in versatile forms, but this is the route I'd take for him.
I'm gonna project my own experiences with depression for a min, but when you're in emotional turmoil, or when you're emotional detached, the last thing on your mind is looks.
And if I were in charge of Archie's storyline, I would have it so he stays isolated. He comes to Riverdale, and stays in Riverdale, but almost no one sees him. It's like he's a ghost with a name. Because all he has is blood on his ledger and an open casket full of bloody glory.
Then Jughead comes to him.
Jughead- he knows him; They're best friends. Platonic soulmates (to me). Jughead is familiar to him, that much we see. He takes that guy with him everywhere, if he can. So of course he'll open his newfound home.
" Just for a couple of days," he says. Archie doesn't believe it, but then again, he doesn't know what he believes these days.
" Come on. Let's get you your own flask so we can match."
There comes the talk of destructive coping mechanism. And they share that, too. " You know what, - you know what just occurred to me?"
" What?"
Archie downs the whiskey in his flask like water.
" That you and I- we've always been the same. I think that's the reason we clicked so well. Big disappointment meeting mild disappointment. It's just that we forgot who's who, is why we fell apart like we did.
Then I started some martyristic crusade, trying to save every- fucking- body but myself to forget it was me. I was the disappointment. And you were off doing fuck-knows what with dick-knows who, trying not to fail, because you are what you do. And we fell apart because that's what we did. We failed. And I couldn't stand being a failure."
" No one can."
" True. So that's why we stopped being friends, because- because no one wanted to take the fall. I wanted to be in the big leagues, up there, and you...Well, you always figured something out. And now we're both here. No direction, no purpose. No care."
Jug wouldn't say anything to that. Just take a sip of his own drink as they watch Hiramdale silently from the rooftop.
" ...But this is nice."
" Yeah. Yeah it is nice."
:readmore:
Everyone wants to save Riverdale. Everyone wants Archie to save what's left of Riverdale. And Archie, well. Well, he gave up on that as soon as he realized not everyone was borned to be saved.
Jughead stays for more than a couple of days. And Archie enjoys the company, even if he has to put a lock on his door to ensure he won't attack his best friend in a grievous flashback.
Then, there's the milestone of romance.
I don't know- I want a Varchie scene where they're arguing. Maybe she's the one who invokes them all again, all gentle fury in her warpath walk. This game she and Hiram play will never end and frankly, he doesn't want back in it.
" You know, I have a better idea- let's talk about how I cheated on you, I wanna talk about that. " As long as they're not talking about Riverdale, he's good.
Veronica is preoccupied with taking off her diamond earrings in her pocket mirror to avoid looking at him in the eye. " Oh, do you really want to go there? Okay."
" I think you wanted me to go there for yours, so let's get into it since there's nothing left to do."
" According to you."
" According to logic."
" The logic of a mentally scarred war veteran who views the world as an undeveloped fairy tale where he plays the protagonist. Sure, what could go wrong following that?"
" Well, it's better than the logic of a self-righteous daddy's girl whose only shred of morality happens to be self-serving and treats everything like a playground cops and robbers."
" MY morals? You know what, after all the shit that you did,-"
" We're not talking about me, not yet. This is not about Riverdale, is it? It's about Hiramdale. Its about how you never stand for anything until Hiram stands against it, because no matter how much growing up you THINK you do, you'll never outgrow the cliche, rebellious, rich teenage girl trope you're trapped in."
" So that's how you feel? After everything that I've done, that's how you think of me? That's the me you've had into your head all of this time?"
" No. I think your heart is in the right place, Ronnie, but it'll never be right enough, and that sucks, but don't drag me or anyone into this race with no finish line that you have against Hiram. You're just two sides of the same coin."
" Do not, " she snarls. " compare me to that man. Not after doing what you had to do. You have no right to compare me to him just like I have no right to compare you to Fred."
" That would be a compliment. "
" Oh, because your father was just so perfect and spotless, just like the rest of your white picket fence, all American family, wasn't he?"
" At least my parents loved eachother. They didn't have to, - to make a fucking second kid to prove the first one wasn't a mistake, but I guess that was a cheat code with no win, because here you are."
And Ronnie, let her be angry. Let her spill her tears of frustration. Let her scream until her throat bleeds and let her throw things around until there's nothing left to throw and let Archie do the same because that's just the impact they have on eachother.
And finally, let them be tired. Let Archie break down the rum and offer Ronnie her own bottle as they lay together in the middle of their wreckage, watching the ceiling, the only spot untouched.
" ... I can't believe you wanted to throw mac and cheese on the ceiling."
" Its too white. I better redecorate. "
She hums.
"... Can I ask you something? Just- when you kissed Betty. Did you feel something? Anything?"
" No." It comes instantly, no preparation. " I can't love someone like Betty. Or someone like you. Hell, I can barely love anybody these days."
" ... And when you mentioned my morals, did you,- I mean, did you mean it?"
"... I think that once you realize it'll never matter to Hiram that you have those morals at all, you could actually use them for some good."
"... I want to save Riverdale. "
" Then let's save Riverdale. But then what? We save it again? And again and again? That's torture, Ronnie. I'm kind of tired playing the hero, to be honest with you."
" Every hero is. That doesn't mean you stop fighting. That doesn't mean you sit on your ass while everything burns around, because- its not only us. "
Archie thinks about Jug, and Pops, and his father.
"... I'll have to write a song about this."
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j2hoes · 5 years ago
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I Hate Christmas, But You Don’t.(Sweet Pea x Reader)
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Summary: Nobody can understand why Y/N won’t get into the festive spirit.
Word Count: 3,172
Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!
Warnings: Swearing?
December 3rd. No matter where I look I can't escape the festive season. Jovial Christmas songs ring out over the school speakers, tinsel hangs from ceilings and there is a rather large tree decorated with blue and white baubles in the corner of the student lounge. Everybody seems happier, cheerier now that Christmas is near. Students eagerly handing out cards and giving hints as to what their gifts are. I'm surrounded by the Christmas spirit and I hate it. Placing my books in my locker, I try not to watch as everybody shares giddy smiles with one another. Each discussing how excited they are now that December 25th is near. As I close my locker and press my back against it, I spot two of my best friends approaching me from across the hall. Veronica and Betty both look extremely jolly and as much as I am glad that they're happy, I can't help but wish the entire Christmas period could just end. As they stand in front of me with beaming smiles on their faces, I notice that they're both sporting Christmas jumpers. Both of which are hideous and presumably incredibly itchy. Why anybody would embarrass themselves like that is beyond me. "Y/N, we need a favour from you." Raising my eyebrows at the girls in front of me, I watch as Betty holds out a small bag for me to take. Upon opening it, I find myself pulling out a jumper just like theirs. An elf is printed on the front, complimented by a series of bells around the collar. It's potentially worse that Veronica's and Betty's combined. So bad in fact that I actually start to believe this may be a joke. Some sort of prank in which they wanted to capture my reaction on camera. "What the fuck is this?" I ask, shaking it slightly so that the bells ring together in chorus. Several students glance our way as I hold up the monstrosity that is the Christmas jumper. No doubt they're thinking the same thing as me and I genuinely begin to feel embarrassed even holding the thing. "It's a Christmas jumper. We want you to wear it and help out with the Christmas market. All of the River Vixens are doing it so you have to take part." Veronica states, the wide grin never leaving her face. "Even Cheryl is wearing one." Betty comments, pointing down the hallway. Turning my head, I spot Cheryl Blossom wearing a red jumper decorated with a snowman. She's paired it with a black mini skirt and somehow manages to rock the look, despite the complete ugliness of the jumper. "You see. You have to help now." Betty hesitates slightly as she notices the scowl on my face, her eyes pleading with me to say yes. Looking down at the jumper, I scream internally. I hate Christmas. I hate Christmas. I hate Christmas. As much as I want to help Veronica and Betty and the Vixens, I would much rather stay out of their festive antics. It's just not for me. "No." "What? What do you mean no?" Veronica asks, the smile on her face now replaced with a slight frown. "I said no. I'm not wearing this stupid jumper and I'm not helping out with your Christmas market." I tell them, shoving the jumper towards Betty before I stomp down the hallway trying to calm the anger rising within me. December 4th. Flipping through the channels on the tv I find myself groaning after realising there is nothing to watch. That's a lie. The only thing playing on the tv is the same five Christmas movies on every single channel. Throwing the remote at the wall, I lean back into the sofa with an exaggerated huff. "What did the tv do to you?" Sweet Pea asks with a chuckle, placing two steaming mugs of coffee on the table. Shrugging aggressively, I decide not to make eye contact with him as he joins me on the couch. We sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the traffic outside of my house. Sweet Pea's hand cautiously moves over to rest on my thigh, his fingers delicately stroking my jean clad leg. "I saw you get mad at your Northside friends yesterday. Anything you want to talk about?" I roll my eyes as I push his hand away from me. Not wanting this conversation right now, I choose to take a sip of coffee hoping that he will get the hint that I don't want to talk. Alas, this is Sweet Pea I'm talking about and he never knows how to take a hint. Instead he waits patiently with his gaze locked on me, determined that I answer his question. "Why would I want to talk about it? Everything's fine." A soft laugh escapes his lips as I speak. Glaring at him slightly, I cross my arms over my chest and push myself deeper into the couch. The red tint on my face is most likely noticeable as I continue to listen to the sweet sound of Pea's giggles. No matter how discreet he tries to be, I still manage to hear him. "Babe, you threw a jumper at them. That isn't really normal behaviour." His hand moves again, yet this time it rests on my arm. He tries to tug me up ever so slightly. Simply so he can get a better view of my face, though I make this as hard as possible for him as I sink all of my bodyweight into the couch. "I'm not talking about this with you Pea." I admit, finally allowing him to pull me up so that I can face him. His eyes drink in my expression, as though he's making sure that he's reading me correctly. When a small smile appears on his face, I can't help but smile too. Even if I really don't want to. Pea presses a soft kiss to my nose, before taking my hands in his. "Aright. So when are you putting your decorations up?" He asks, trying to change the subject. "I don't want to talk about Christmas." December 11th. Sweet Pea, Toni, Cheryl and Fangs stand at one side of the park. Betty, Veronica, Jughead and Archie stand at the other end. The scene is peaceful, tranquil even. That is until the Great Snowball War of Riverdale commences. You would never guess that the eight of them were teenagers as they ran through the snow, huring it at one another with tremendous force. Wrapped up in my large winter coat, I stay perched on the bench. Fortunately I was able to stay out of the action due to their being an odd number. Hence why I'm sat on the bench with a warm drink in my glove covered hands. As I watch the gang in front of me, I laugh quietly as I see Sweet Pea tackle Fangs to the ground, pushing snow into his face. Even when they're on the same team they can't seem to play nice. I smile as I watch Sweet Pea dance around victoriously, thinking he won simply for his attack on Fangs. Though when Fangs, Jughead and Toni all dive at the taller Serpent it's evident that he is not in fact the winner. "You should join us. It's pretty fun, no matter how stupid we look." Cheryl says, taking a seat next to me on the wooden bench. Her cheeks are tinted red and her normally flawless hair is damp from the snow. Diverting my gaze back to the group I see that they all have Pea pinned to the ground, each of them taking turns to hold him down and shovelling snow on top of him. "I'd rather stay mildly warm, I don't particularly want to end up like my poor boyfriend over there." I admit, clutching the latte in my hands closer to my chest. Cheryl laughs slightly at my words, evidently watching the group in front of us. When I look back at her, I see that she's looking at me. A look of curiosity in her eyes, as though she's trying to figure me out. Figure out why I'm sat on a bench rather than enjoying the winter with my friends. "No. I'm sick of you being miserable. You are going to get in the festive spirit whether you like it or not." She tells me, determination written across her face. "Cheryl, that's not going to happen." Though as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel her plant a ball of snow on top of my head. Cold drips of water fall down my face and I shake my head in hopes of ridding myself of the snow. Cheryl has a smirk on her face as she stands up, eyebrows raised as though waiting for me. I place my cup on the floor, shaking my head as I begin to follow her. "Cheryl Blossom get back here right now!" I yell, chasing after her as she sprints over to our group of friends. Grabbing a handful of snow I throw it in the general direction of the redhead, praying that I will at least hit her even slightly. When I look however, I see that the snowball landed directly on Sweet Pea's chest. Unlike when Jughead or Fangs threw a snowball at him, he doesn't look angry, rather he looks insanely happy. A huge smile spread across his face as he races towards me. Pea sweeps me off my feet in a bone crushing hug, spinning my round in circles. Ultimately leaving us both dizzy, meaning we have to stand still for several minutes before we regain our composure. Resting his somewhat cold forehead against mine, he hugs me tighter. "You have no idea how happy I am right now." He whispers, making sure that none of the others can hear him. A small giggle leaves my mouth and I lean up slowly, kissing Sweet Pea as delicately as possible. Despite the immense cold around us, the kiss is warm and gentle. It's perfect. Or it is until a snowball hits me on the side of the head, interrupting our moment. "Oh now it's on!" December 17th. "You are going to love your Christmas present!" Sweet Pea tells me, distracting me from my calculus homework. What does he mean Christmas present? I made him promise that we wouldn't get each other Christmas presents. December 25th is just a regular day, there's nothing special about it. At least not to me. Not to sound selfish, but I don't want a gift off Pea. "We said we weren't going to do presents." I say, staring at him from across the table. His eyebrows furrow slightly, confused as to why I'm so against the idea of receiving a present. I guess to him, and every single other person on the planet, people love presents. Just not me. It's not the presents I have a problem with. It's the whole ideology of Christmas. "You weren't serious about that? It's Christmas, I had to get you a present." Although I try my hardest not to, I can't help but scoff. Looking away from the boy at the other side of the table. Why could he not just listen to me when I said no presents? It's a fairly simple request and yet he can't even follow through with that. "I don't like Christmas Pea. I fucking hate it. So no, I don't want a present." I snap, sounding a lot angrier than intended. When I finally look back at my boyfriend, he has a sadness in his eyes. I hurt him. Unintentionally of course. Though I still hurt him. Grabbing my books from the kitchen table, I begin to throw them into my backpack. I'm at the door of his trailer when he speaks again. "Why don't you like it? I mean, even I like it." His voice is quiet, hesitant. Worried I'll snap again. How do I even answer that question? It's a long story and not one I want to relive. Yet I want to be honest with him. Sweet Pea moves to sit on the couch, motioning for me to join him though I stay completely still. Stood in front of the door in case I need to bolt quickly. "My parents used to argue a lot. Like a lot. It always got worse on Christmas. When I was twelve, the argument on Christmas was worse than any before. It ended with my dad throwing a vase against the wall before walking out of the door. He never came back. We haven't celebrated Christmas since, now do you understand why I don't like Christmas?" I ask, looking over to him where he sits with his head in his hands. "I'm sorry." "It's just a lot of shitty memories. Christmas is no big deal to me because I've never really had a proper Christmas." When Sweet Pea stays silent I approach him slowly, taking a seat next to him on the couch. He glances up at me with an expression of guilt on his face causing me to wrap my arms around his torso in an awkward side hug. "You've done nothing wrong Pea, I promise. I'm sorry that I ruined your Christmas." I whisper, nuzzling my face into his neck. Pressing a kiss against his Serpent tattoo, I inhale his scent. Cigarettes and cinnamon. Such a perfect combination. He holds on to my arm as I lean into him further. The tension in his body slowly releasing. December 22nd. Sitting in a booth at Pop's, I slowly take a drink of my strawberry milkshake as I listen to Betty tells us about her romantic Christmas night with Jughead. It's cheesy and slightly gross but I still find myself listening intently. "What about you and Sweet Pea? How are you two spending your Christmas?" Ronnie asks, three pairs of eyes suddenly turning to me in unison. I didn't know me and Pea were supposed to spend the day together. Personally, I was just going to spend the day in bed. Possibly catching up on any coursework. The thought never crossed my mind that perhaps Sweet Pea wanted to spend the day with me. Sure, I may not like Christmas but that doesn't mean he doesn't. "We're not doing anything." I admit, stirring my milkshake with the straw so that I don't have to look at the three girls. "You and Pea aren't doing anything? You know how much that boy loves Christmas? There's no way you guys aren't spending the day together!" Toni chuckles, her words hitting me hard although she doesn't know it. Sweet Pea likes Christmas. A lot by the sounds of it. The award for shittiest girlfriend goes to Y/N Y/L/N. All of this time I've been so focused on myself and how much I hate Christmas that I never even thought to ask about what Sweet Pea wants. "Speaking of you and Sweet Pea, if he loves Christmas that much then maybe now is the perfect time to ya know.." Betty trails off, causing me to look at her, evidently confused. "Have sex Y/N. You and Sweet Pea could finally have sex." Veronica states, a little too loudly in my opinion as the people in the booth next to us look over in our direction. Could Pea and I have sex? The topic has never really been brought up in conversation but thinking about it now would be the perfect time. Not only to make up for being a bad girlfriend but also as a sort of Christmas gift. Maybe this Christmas won't be so bad. December 25th. Knocking on the door of the trailer, I hear Pea shuffling about before eventually opening the door. He's wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of sweatpants and although the look in only meant for comfort, it makes him look extremely hot. "Merry Christmas!" He's shocked at the sight of me stood on his doorstep at little past eleven in the morning. At first I begin to doubt whether he actually wants me here, but then the biggest smile appears on his face and I know I've made the right choice to come over. "What are you doing? I thought you hated Christmas?" He asks, stepping aside to let me into his heavily decorated trailer. "Yeah, but you don't. So I brought chocolate cake, a bottle of whiskey and also your present." Placing the cake and alcohol on his kitchen table, I hand him the box that I was carrying under my arm. Pea throws himself on the couch placing the box on the coffee table. He looks like a child, eagerly pulling away the tissue paper from the inside. He holds up the leather jacket, mouth open in shock as he sees the newly embroidered serpent patch on the back. "Your old one has seen better days so I spoke to FP." I admit, smiling contently as he pulls the jacket on over the top of his hoodie. Before I can process what is happening, his arms are wrapped around me. Engulfing me in a hug, the fresh smell of leather hitting me the moment he is near. I settle into the embrace, allowing myself to feel relaxed. Happy. "Does this mean you'll accept my present?" He asks hopefully, gazing down at me with nothing but adoration in his eyes. Nodding my head, he kisses my temple before running off into his bedroom. Taking a seat at the kitchen table, I only wait for a minute before he comes bounding back in with a small black box. Handing it to me, he watches me carefully. Making sure he can clearly see my reaction. Inside the box is the most stunning silver snake ring that I have ever seen. I never knew I could smile as much as I am right now and everything suddenly feels perfect. Pea takes the ring out of the box and slips it on to my finger, smiling down at me when it's on. "I love you Sweet Pea." It's the first time those words have left my mouth but it feels like the right time to say them. My heart is swelling with love and I know that I really do mean what I say. Pea looks as though he is about to burst from happiness and hungrily captures my lips in a kiss. "I love you too sweetheart." Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him with more aggression than ever before. Gripping his hair, I pull at it until he groans in my ear. Giggling at the sound, I see his cheeks turning a dark crimson. "Don't start something you can't finish Y/N." He whispers, trailing kisses down my neck. "Who says I can't finish it?" I've always hated Christmas. Yet with you, I don't hate it nearly as much as I thought I did.
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stan-joonies · 5 years ago
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How They React To Your Death
Serpent Addition!
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Jughead Jones
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At first he's stubborn.
"They're not dead!"
"Don't say their name!"
He refuses to talk to anyone.
Wanting to be alone.
You were close friends.
And you were taken away.
Eventually, he would break.
He would open up to the first person willing to listen
He would mourn your death with that person
While his eyes always stung,
He refused to ever cry.
You wouldn't want that.
Sweet Pea
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Anger.
He would seek revenge
He would become more snappy.
He would come home with more injuries then ever.
Even his friends began to fear him slightly
He wanted those who hurt you to pay.
You were too young to go.
It would feel lonely without you
Nobody to curse him to hell.
However
When he got his hands on who he thought was your killer.
He gave them no mercy
He was happy.
He had avenged you.
But when the days dragged into weeks, the guilt began to overcome him.
He tried to focus on healing.
Visiting your grave once a week.
Fangs Fogarty
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He mourned your death like he had lost a close family member
A sibling...
You were always close.
Spending every moment possible with eachother.
So it becam a shock when he saw you race infront of him on riot night.
You tried screaming over the crowd.
But he couldn't hear you.
Then the bullet left the gun.
And you left his arms.
He blamed himself.
If he hadn't been fooling around with Midge then he wouldn't of been accused.
Then there wouldn't be a riot
Then you wouldn't have to protect him.
Then you wouldn't be burried in a coffin.
In his mind he lost more then a friend
He lost a family member
A sibling...
He would never forgive himself.
Your death would haunt him forever
FP Jones
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It wrecked him
Not only did he consider you family...
But he considered you his little girl/boy
He was there when your dad walked out on you.
He watched you take your first steps.
And he watched as your pudgy face looked up at him.
The word "dadda" slipping from your tiny lips.
He was there...
He watched you die.
Watched you take your last breath.
Alcohol was his medicine...
If jughead hadn't needed him, he would have drowned himself in the tempting beverage.
But he stood up.
Though he was hurting, he knew his son was too.
For a long time, he became only the shell of the once-great Serpent King.
Nobody could help him...
Nobody...
He couldn't even get through the memorial.
He stumbled over his words when he talked to the serpents about you.
Everyone looked at him in pity.
Your grave was his only closure.
Deep down...
In the deepest depths of his heart.
He felt some, miniscule thing that mirrored relief.
You had escaped this horrid world.
Hopefully going somewhere better.
Toni Topaz
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Honestly?
She wasn't the most effected.
She cared about you...
Very much.
But she didn't have to bond that FP OR EVEN Fangs had with you.
She cried
She mourned.
She spoke at your memorial.
But with help from Cheryl, she was by far the quickest to come to terms with your demise.
And the quickest to get back to her normal self.
She did think about you though.
On your death anniversary
Or on your birthday.
She did feel that loss.
But it just wasn't too deep.
Hot Dog
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He felt it.
All the negative feelings.
He tried his damn hardest to cheer everyone up.
He gave the beanie human so mant kisses.
But it never worked.
He tried though
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ao3feed--bughead · 10 months ago
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Will we be always? (I wanna be yours)
by MistyHills
Pop star Betty Cooper and rockstar Jughead Jones fell head over heels in love three and half years ago. Fast forward to the present day, and they’ve been broken up for two years ago after she turned down his marriage proposal. Jughead spiralled out of control after she left him and Betty regrets the decision she was forced to make every day. Now their mutual friend, Archie, wants their two bands (The Serpents and The Vixens) to collaborate on an album and embark on a year long world tour together. Resentment, anger, hope and (most importantly) love bubbles between them as they’re drawn again into each other’s orbits as the entire world looks on. As the two grow closer, the mystery surrounding Betty’s rejection threaten to comes to light. What will happen to them when it does? A Bughead Famous Musicians AU.
Words: 5807, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017), Archie Comics & Related Fandoms
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Reggie Mantle, Fangs Fogarty, Toni Topaz, Cheryl Blossom
Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Betty Cooper & Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews & Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews & Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones & Sweet Pea
Additional Tags: Angst, Friends to Lovers, Exes, Post-Break Up, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Flashbacks
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53222980
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pretty-restless-insomniac · 5 years ago
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I’m Not Her (W.C. 1,232)
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Fandom: Riverdale
Pairing: Sweet Pea / Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: “You’re in love with her, tell me I’m wrong,” you challenge.
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     "You are so unbelievable," you huff as you storm into the trailer. Tossing your jacket onto the sofa, you stomp your way into the bedroom.
    Sweet Pea is right on your heels, slamming the front door and making his way down the narrow hallway to lean against the door frame. He rolls his eyes and cockily tips his head.
    "As much as your sass is hot, you're starting to irritate daddy. Now either you cut this shit out and tell me what the hell crawled up your ass tonight or you knock this of to instead knock the headboard against the wall instead." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively but you only glare at your boots as you unlace them and kick them off.
    "Is sex the only thing you ever think about, is that the only thing this relationship is based on. Is that all I am to you? Because I actually like you. That's why for the past two weeks I've planned a nice date night for you and I. I made the reservations, called off work, and bought this brand new outfit for you only to ignore me the minute you spot Archie with Josie!"
    Pea nods in mock consideration, before a smug smile cracks across his face. One you'd really love to smack away.
    "Oh, I get it. You're jealous!"
    You lean over to wail one of your boots at his smug face but, of course, the big oaf ducks before impact. Merely chooses instead to move to approach you and then pull your struggling form against his chest, a chuckle vibrating against your cheek.
    "Isn't that just adorable. Greens definitely your color, baby. But you're being more sensitive than usual, are you PMS-ing or something?"
    You grit your teeth and shove him as hard as you can, managing to put at least 2 feet between the two of you. You take pride in the shocked face Sweet Pea makes at your outburst.
    "You think this is a fucking joke? You  humiliated me."
    Sweet Pea recovers with an annoyed look and eye roll.
    " Jesus God, y/n, chill out. It's not a big fucking deal. You're so fucking irritating anymore."
    You've hit your limit. Instead of saying anything else to him, you decide to take your leave instead. Sweet Pea can't deny the sudden wave of panic as you push past him into the cramped living room. The one he first kissed you in, the one that held the multiple candles you would buy on a whim, the one you both decorated for Christmas with a tree and gifts. He can swear that the smile on your face while you decorated was brighter than any of those lights. He doesn't know why, but in those few seconds it took for you to walk out the door, he's taken back to every memory he's shared with you. His bedroom where you took care of him in when he'd over drink or when he caught the flu. The bed you made love in, well you referred to it as 'making love' but he crudely referred to it as fucking. He remembers how your face fell at that, and it felt like he couldn't breathe. He made his way to where you were pulling on your coat.
    "What are you doing?"
    "I'm leaving," and with those few words Pea's heart clenched.
    "So that's it? It's over?" 'Of course it is you idiot. You betrayed her, you hurt her. Coward.'
    He can't help but to flinch when you turn to him with a face void of any emotion, although your eyes were glassy, he didn't know which sight hurt more.
    "Don't act so surprised. You and I both knew this was coming, it's what you wanted after all, right? That's why you wanted to keep me a secret from people, why you kept on flirting with people, ditching me to listen in on her practices. Why you wouldn't even take me to prom, all because she was with someone other than you. While you were stuck with me, the girl who gave everything she had to you like an idiot." A few traitorous tears escape from the corners of your eyes and he moves to get near you, only stopping as your body goes rigid and you compose yourself once again.
    "I'm done being that idiot, your idiot, Pea. I know now that all I ever was to you was an easy lay, a cook, a maid, a cover-up, an excuse to show up everywhere she was. I was your dirty little secret, your second choice to the amazing Josie McCoy. I thought that I could change your mind, make you see how happy I could make you... even at the expense of my own. I thought if I tried hard enough that I could be enough for you, like she is. But I know now that I'm not her. And that is why I'm not enough for you. But I do know that the smartest thing Josie ever did, was turn away from your bullshit... something I wish I could've done from the beginning." Tears now course steadily down your cheeks, but a weight has lifted off your shoulders with each word. While to Sweet Pea, the words felt like a bullet to his heart.
    'No,' he thought, 'you're my everything. I was so stupid. I'm so sorry. I don't want her, you are enough.'
    "You're in love with her."
    Pea stands there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish, his mind going a million miles an hour with all the things he desperately wants to tell you. 'No. NO. Don't think that baby, you are my light. My love. My happiness. I was just so scared of you, of how much you changed me, changed me into someone so much better than a serpent asshole. I fell for you so hard, so quick, it was easier to push you away than to endure the way you make my heart race the minute I set my eyes on you.' Words he couldn't bring his mouth to say.
    "Tell me I'm wrong," you nearly begged. Oblivious to the war raging inside the boy in front of you, holding your breath in anticipation that for once, he would choose you.
    'yourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrongyourwrong'
    You nod your head, accepting his silence as his answer. You put your hand on the doorknob and suddenly Pea remembers his functioning vocal cords, but all rational words all pleas and professions of love escape him in his last ditch effort to get you to not leave.
    "Wh-where are you going?"
    "I'm going home."
    'NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo'
    "But, but you are home."
    You don't answer, instead pulling the door open and palming your keys. And in that last moment, before you step out of the trailer, out of his life and this single sided relationship, you turn to meet his dark eyes one last time. You don't see the man you fell in love with, not the man who would cook you breakfast in bed, the man you gave your first time to, the man you dumbly hoped to marry one day. No, he wasn't any of those anymore. He was your first heartbreak, a lesson to be learned.
    "Not anymore."
    And with that slamming of the door, the boy fell to his knees in grief while you, like all the memories, were gone.
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sweetesthaaze · 5 years ago
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Just Friends // Sweet Pea x Reader // pt. 3
A/N: Another Tuesday, another part. This one is shorter than the rest, but oh well, that’s just how it is sometimes. This chapter (and every chapter from now on) is dedicated to @lilhemmo because she made this fic what it is and motivates and inspires me every single day to keep at this. Seriously, go thank Morgan for this because otherwise I would have given up by now. LOVE YOU GIRL!
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2.   “That’s not why! I happen to like wearing it.”
Sweet Pea didn’t understand it.
Girls were supposed to like tall, dark, bad boys, who rode a motorcycle and wore leather. That wasn’t the reason he liked to wear his leather, no – it was just a happy perk, the cherry on top of the sundae, if you will.
And yet it was the opposite with Y/N.
Any time Sweet Pea would show up in his vest, she made a point to compliment it and comment on how much better she liked it than his jacket. He probably wouldn’t have given it any attention, except that it was Y/N and she did it every time.
 “Aw, you wore your leather. I miss the vest.”
“See, the vest is much better. You need to wear it more often.”
“Ah, the vest makes another appearance! I love it!”
 *
In fact, she mentioned it so often, even Fangs and Toni had begun to notice. Sweet Pea soon realized that they were noticing more than he liked, teasing him about it any chance they got.
 *
“So, what’s the deal?” Fangs asked suddenly, plopping down across from Sweet Pea, who looked up from his sandwich. Sweet Pea pulled his brows together in a silent question as his friend made himself comfortable. Toni mimicked Fangs, sitting down on the other side with a determined look on her face. They had decided ambush him during his lunch break, which Sweet Pea always took outside on the picnic table, instead of in the stuffy back room.
Sweet Pea sloppily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before saying, “What?”
“We’ve noticed.” Toni deadpanned, her hands folded neatly together on the table.
Sweet Pea merely blinked at the two Serpents, tilting his head. “You’ve noticed… what exactly?”
Fangs sighed, dipping his head down to his crossed arms for a second before lifting it and resting it against his shoulder, while his gaze locked with Sweet Pea’s. “Uh, maybe the fact that you wear your Serpent’s vest like all the time now?”
Sweet Pea had worn it today too – it was hanging on the hook in the shop – but he kept that information to himself. He didn’t want to give his friends any more ammunition.
Sweet Pea took a bit from his sandwich, using it as an excuse to keep silent.
“You love your leather,” Toni pushed, not accepting his silence as an appropriate response. Sweet Pea stayed silent, knowing it would aggravate her, but still confused as to what they wanted him to admit. She rolled her eyes and continued, “You’ve been choosing your vest over your leather ever since Y/N started saying how much she liked it.”
Sweet Pea scoffed, setting his sandwich down to cross his arms over his chest. “I have not.
He looked up at his friends, who wore expressions of disbelief. “Maybe I am wearing my vest more often. And maybe Y/N has been saying that she likes it. That is not why I wear it. I happen to like my vest.” He picked up his sandwich again, wishing they would let the subject drop and let him enjoy his lunch in peace.
“Really?” Fangs deadpanned. “It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re in love with my cousin?”
Sweet Pea choked, eyes bugging out as he tried to dislodge the chunk of food from his airway and compose himself.
“It has nothing to do with that,” he said carefully after he had recovered. He sat up straighter and kept his gaze steady. “Because I’m not in love with her.”
Fangs and Toni paused, glanced at each other and then burst into laughter. Sweet Pea watched, not amused, as they got up from the table, still laughing. Toni patted Sweet Pea’s shoulder as she passed.
“Okay, Sweets. You keep telling yourself that.”
 *
The whole encounter caused Sweet Pea to concentrate on Y/N and her fascination with his Serpent vest. He very purposely ignored the implication on why he was wearing it so often now; that would open a can of worms he wasn’t ready for.
The constant flow of all her compliments swirled around in Sweet Pea’s brain for so long that he knew one day he’d break down and have to ask what the big deal was about his vest. After all, he deserved to know.
A couple of weeks passed, still full of complaints about his vest, before Sweet Pea finally decided to ask Y/N about it.
 *
Betty and Jughead had organized a beach day at Sweetwater River with the usual crowd on a particularly hot day during the summer; it was the perfect temperature to delve into the icy water and there was plenty of shade from the Alder trees that surrounded the river.
“Don’t most girls like the leather jacket? It’s the whole allure to being in a gang. Tall Boy had unofficial classes to teach us the art of seduction by leather jackets during recruitment into the Serpents.”
Sweet Pea and Y/N were sitting side by side on FP’s truck, Y/N’s legs crossed in front of her and hands curled around a cherry slurpee. Sweet Pea was lying down, one leg bent, knee pointed to the sky, and arms cradling his head. He was exhausted from a long shift at Riley’s, grease still slick on his fingers and sweat coating the back of his neck.
“So that’s why you joined,” Y/N snorted. She swirled the straw around her slurpee, a “gift” from Sweet Pea. He had made a pit stop on his way to the river, resulting in some chips and dip, and the coveted Slurpee she had snatched the moment he stepped foot on the sand.
She playfully elbowed him and winked. “You just wanted all the attention, huh?
Sweet Pea’s lips slowly started lifting into a smile. He untucked his arms from under his head to lift himself into a sitting position. “Oh, yeah, definitely. You know me, all about the attention.”
He hopped off the hood of the truck and reached over to snatch the Styrofoam cup from her hands, smirking as Y/N pursed her lips and he slurps through the straw. Ever since he played JR in Riverdale High’s spring musical, he found himself addicted to the drink. Only Y/N could steal one out of his hand and live to tell the tale. “Seriously, though. It’s just a vest. What’s the deal with it?”
Y/N looked up at him, gnawing on her bottom lip. Her eyes lingered on his face, briefly flitting down to his neck, then back up to his eyes. She sighed heavily, pushing a stray hair strand behind her ear. “Alright. You want to know the truth?”
The atmosphere between them suddenly shifts with her words and Sweet Pea’s breath felt thin in his lungs as he nodded slowly. He passed the slurpee back to her, their fingers brushing against each other at the action. Y/N set the cup down beside her and uncrossed her legs to let them dangle off the front of the truck.
Sweet Pea took a step closer to her, his breath hitching in his throat when his legs bump against hers and she reached her hand slowly to rest against his shoulder.
“You always wear your collar up when you wear the leather jacket.” She ran her fingers down the collar of his current plaid shirt and smiled, as if some nostalgic memory is running through her mind. Her fingers are cool to the touch as she moved them up to brush over his neck.
He feels like the wind has been knocked out of him when she presses her thumb softly, but firmly, against one of the heads of the snake inked into his skin, her other fingers caressing the hair at the nape of his neck. Her gaze had been on his tattoo, but now she lifts her head and stairs straight into his eyes.
“Your tattoo is hidden then. When you wear your vest,” her voice is quiet, rough. “The serpent is on full display. I like it better that way.”
Sweet Pea stepped closer, pushing to stand in-between Y/N’s legs as her grip on his neck tightens to pull him to her. They’re standing dangerously close as Sweet Pea rests his hands on either side of her thighs, his forehead only inches away from hers and his skin searing where her fingers still rest. He lets out a small breath and his lips part, a response ready, when he’s interrupted by Fangs shouting from across the riverbank.
“YO! Lovebirds!”
Sweet Pea jerked away, nearly knocking over the slurpee on the truck in the process. Y/N’s hand still wavered in the air, fingertips jarring at the sudden space between the two of them. They both turn slowly toward Fangs, who is smirking so widely, they can see it even from the distance between them and Fangs.
Fangs raised his brow at their glazed over expressions, “Are you guys just gonna sit their makin’ goo-goo eyes at each other all day, or are you gonna hop in here?!”
It’s a challenge and a tease on in one and Y/N and Sweet Pea accept as they stumble toward the water. Clothes litter the shore as they undress, left only in their undergarments, and race to the water. Sweet Pea hollers excitedly before he jumps into the river, making sure to splash Fangs in the process. Even as the cool water rushes over his skin, the spot on Sweet Pea’s neck, where Y/N’s fingers traipsed just moments before, is still burning.
Y/N pushed him by the shoulders back into the water before he can hardly take a breath, and everywhere the pads of her fingers touch, his body aches. He resurfaced and blew his soaking wet hair out of his eyes so he can look at her directly, but he’s not prepared for what he sees.
The sun lights up her face, eyes glittering in the afternoon sunshine. She’s grinning, laughs spilling out of her lips as her hands settle on his shoulders. His eyes don’t stray from her face as he holds her steady by the hips, both of them floating in the water up to their necks.
Even with the heat beating down on them, Sweet Pea knows that the source of the warmth in his lungs is from the girl beaming in front of him, not the sun hanging above them.
And though he’s not sure how he feels about that yet, he does know that he’s going to wearing his vest and his vest only for the rest of the summer.
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vertigoseokjin · 6 years ago
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Be Okay
Sweet Pea x OC
Part 2
“Why're you messing with my head? Took me days to get out of bed I need to move on I need to move on Just let me Let me, go”
Be Okay- Too Far Moon
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Ahh this is my first ever writing I’m posting! Feel free to leave criticism, enjoy!
Ariane Cogan practically bounces into the White Wyrm in an odd show of her excitement. Ariane is typically seen as one of the more detached serpents, similar to Sweet Pea, she is always very careful in who to let past her many, many walls. Also, her lack of emotion to the majority of people she interacts with doesn't help to disprove the rumors. However, today is a special day. After countless nights crying to Fangs and Toni, they all decided on today, November 18th, being the day the ice queen finally confesses to her lifelong crush. They both reassured her that Sweet Pea felt the same towards her as she did to him. Although they never explicitly asked, they claimed they could tell based on how he acts towards her.
The pair have been best friends since before Ariane could even think. Their first official meeting was 14 years ago, when Ariane's parents forgot her at a local park. The three year old stumbled upon a little girl crying on a worn down bench.
"Hey stupid. Why are you crying." He masked the care he had with anger, the one emotion he already perfected at such a young age.
"I'm not crying!" She pauses to rub her reddening brown eyes and wipe her runny nose. "And don't call me stupid... cutie!" Ariane internally slapped herself. Out of all the insults she learned in her brief years of living, she let her mind speak for her instead. He called her stupid and she called him cutie. She wanted to take the words back as soon as she yelled them at him. Her own internal conflict led her to miss his blushing cheeks.
Other than meeting her best friend that day, she also quickly learned thinking on her feet was not her forte.
She spots him almost immediately thanks to his large frame.
"Hey cutie." Ariane teasingly comments while walking towards the much taller male, knowing his hatred of that nickname.  Sweet Pea almost instantly grabs her by the waist and carelessly tosses the girl over his shoulder. "Pea! Put me down you giant!" Ariane practically squeals. She playfully beats on his back at an attempt to get him to release her, but her hits feel like bug bites to him. Not painful, just really annoying.
"You do this to yourself, stupid." He insults her before gently placing her next to Toni, then collapsing on the seat next to her. Sweet Pea's naturally places his arm around Ariane's shoulders and subtly pulls her closer. Although their actions are normal for any other day, Toni and Fangs are especially on edge today given the circumstances. Unfortunately, Fangs took Sweet Pea's show of affection as a green light.
"Tell us what happened!" The shorter boy suddenly shouts. Ariane wishes Sweet Pea placed her next to him so she could dig her elbow into his ribs. However she settles on angry facial expressions directed towards him, where Sweet Pea wears a confused appearance. He quickly removes his arm from Ariane in his confusion. Sadly, Fangs never mastered the art of subtly like the other three young serpents did. "Why are you guys giving me those fac-" Toni successfully cuts him off with a hard kick to the shin that leaves him howling in pain.
"Fangs and I are going to grab a drink." Toni snaps through gritted teeth. She grabs Fangs by the back of his neck and drags him away from the pair.
Ariane and Sweet Pea sit in one of the most awkward silences they've experienced in their entire friendship.
"So," he breaks the tension, wiping sweaty palms on his black jeans. "You know anything about what just happened?" He finally asks the question. Ariane refuses to meet his eyes in her humiliation. The thought of confessing to her best friend seemed like a perfect idea 30 minutes ago, but now she'd rather clean FP's truck for the next three months than sit next to the person who used to make her the most comfortable.
"What just happened?" Ariane asks stupidly in her nervousness. Sweet Pea can't help the scoff he releases. He finally turns to look at her and the pair make eye contact before he flicks her harshly on the forehead. She lets out an annoyed whine before punching him on the arm.
"Don't play stupid Cogan." He asks sternly, taking her face in his hands as he usually does during a serious conversation. They both know Ariane can't lie to him, which is why he always forces eye contact during conversations like this.
"I don't know what just happened." She tries to escape his grip, but the warmth of his hands provide security even though he's the main reason for her anxiety.
"Cogan..." he warns. "You know I'm going to find out. Better now than later." She lets out a deep sigh, gently pushing his hands away from her, instantly missing the safety that leaves when his hands do.
"You're gonna hate me."
"Cogan, I couldn't hate you even if I wanted to. You know you can tell me anything. Just say it. If someone's hurting you I can-" she quickly cuts him off by grabbing his hand.
"No, no one's hurting me. I'm fine just... look..." she takes another long sigh trying to collect her thoughts. "I don't know how to tell you." Ariane spent numerous nights practicing in front of her mirror or to Toni on how to tell him, but now that they're actually in the moment, it's like she forgot all her practice.
"Take your time. We have all night." He brushes aside a strand of her brown hair and rests his hand on the side of her neck before the redness in her cheeks explodes to her entire face.
Like their first meeting as children, she lets her mind speak before she can think.
"I like you." She suddenly blurts out, squeezing her eyes shut in fear of his reaction. "I've liked you for the last three years but I've always been too scared to say anything. Toni and Fangs convinced me to just do it, which is why they were both acting weird- or weirder than usual I guess- and I didn't want this to ruin our friendship or for you to hate me, I think I'd die if you hated me - not die that's a strong word but I... I'd be really upset and- and I don't know. But I really like you, Pea." Ariane finally puts an end to the nonstop flow of words from her mouth. She keeps her eyes squeezed shut, but she feels Sweet Pea remove his hand from her neck.
This is it. The end of our friendship. She sadly thinks.
"Pea, just say something? Please?" The shaking girl forces herself to open her eyes and look up at the boy causing all this pain for her. "Okay, okay, can we just forget I said anything? I'm sorry... I-"
"Ariane." He suddenly cuts her off.
Oh no. He never uses my first name. The thoughts fly through her mind and she can't stop them. The use of her first name feels foreign coming from his voice, but she has to accept it's going to be like this for the next... forever. He's going to hate her and they'll never go back to being like they were.
"Yes?" The first tear slides down her cheek as she hurriedly wipes it.
"Look," he pauses to let out a long sigh, "I'm sorry if I ever did anything to make it seem like I like you. Hell, I always thought the names and touching was best friend shit but now I feel like I shit." He humorlessly laughs. "Honestly, I've only ever seen you as a friend." There's a long pause that leads them sitting in a very uncomfortable silence. "I had something to tell you today too, but now I don't think it's the right time." He laughs again.
"No, just uh... what is it?" Ariane forces herself to ask, refusing to look at him.
"I'm seeing someone." He adds the words bluntly and quickly, like he's not tearing her heart out with those three words.
"Oh! Wow. Good for you! Who? Since when?" She tries her best to be happy for him.
"I don't think it's necessary for you to know right now." He doesn't mean to make the words come off so coldly, but he's too shocked at her confession to watch his tone. “Like, no offense, but did you really think we would work? You and me? You know you’re not my type. I like... tall girls, pretty girls. You know?” Similarly to Ariane, he speaks before thinking. 
"Oh, yeah, you're right.” Ariane cuts him off, she doesn’t think she can handle hearing about her flaws anymore. Especially from him. The typically cold girl tries to mask her hurt by keeping her tone expressionless as she does when talking to anyone else. But this is Sweet Pea. Her Sweet Pea. The one she could always be honest to and tell anything to. She ruined their entire friendship because she couldn’t control her stupid feelings. “I think I'm going to head home now. I'm sorry again, Sweet Pea. I'll... see you at school?" She already starts backing away from him before he can respond.
"Wait, Cogan-" she doesn't stay close enough to listen to his words. Ariane doesn't know if she can take it.
Now that the heartbroken girl is at a safe distance away from him, she freely lets the tears fall down her cheeks, red from embarrassment. She seeks out Toni with her blurred vision.
Ignoring the dirty and the bewildered looks from other serpents, she quickly finds the pink haired girl.
"Oh my gosh Ari, how did it-"
"Can you take me home? Please?" The trembling in her hands doesn't relent as Toni's eyes widen in panic.
"Of course, let me just tell Fangs and grab my keys, okay babe?" She talks to her like Ariane's a child, which is probably what she looks like right now. With her wide eyes filled with tears, small hands clutching Toni's jacket, hair messy and a few strands covering her face, Toni's never seen the seemingly heartless girl like this. "I'll be right back, just sit here, okay?" Toni leads her to an empty stool at the bar and gives her a tight hug, before scurrying away to quickly gather her things. Ariane lays her head on the bar, crying quietly to herself. A hand on her back causes her to jump up.
"Sorry, just me. Fangs. Uh... Toni told me to keep an eye on you, I can probably guess why. I'm sorry I didn't catch your hints." Fangs rambles, the feeling of guilt unable to leave. Maybe if he just kept his damn mouth shut. "He's an idiot, just so you know. Anyone would be lucky to-"
"Please stop talking." She chokes out, not trying to be rude, but also not in the mood to listen to anyone right now.
"Right, right. I'll just sit here with you." He comments awkwardly, placing himself in the stool next to her. "So, the weather-"
"Please stop talking." Ariane repeats, much more sharply, hoping Fangs will get the message. Luckily the tense situation is saved by Toni.
"Okay, I got my shit. Let's go babe. Bye Fangs!" Toni grabs Ariane by the wrist and quickly leads her out the bar, doing her best to cover her tear stained face from the nosy serpents. "You'll be okay babe, I promise."
Even with her friends reassurance, she doesn't know if she believes her.
She doesn't know if she can really be okay after this.
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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold.  When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the mother’s feelings about it)
ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ─ ꜰᴏᴏʟ'ꜱ ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅ
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ─ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪʀᴇ
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ─ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ ─ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ
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